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Post by Yony Helsha Katana on Oct 27, 2012 19:15:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;]. Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Itch. Yony was itching all over, but it wasn't the kind of itch that one could just scratch. It was under his skin, all over him, he had already torn a bit at the skin on his arms in an attempt to scratch the itch away. He needed it, and it wasn't an itch that he could scratch himself, and Vital was being selfish. Locking himself in his room because he was having a bad hair day. Damn him. So now Yony found himself looking outside of the school, he hadn't found anyone suitable there to take care of his itch. It needed to happen, or it was really going to drive him insane. Usually, before St. Helena's, all he'd have to do when he had this itch was piss off his father. But now... with his father locked in a federal prison, he had no one to take the itch away. Slipping a twenty to the doorman to bypass the fact that he wasn't 21 years old, he pushed open the door and stepped into the room that was alive with music and the press of bodies.
A sneer crossed over his features at the crowded room. He hated having to resort to this bullshit, he hated people, but perhaps there was someone here who could scratch his itch. He pushed through the people, fighting the urge to stab the sweaty forms which tried to grind against him. Getting thrown out wouldn't help him at this moment. He reached out, grabbing a random glass from a table and sniffing the contents. Deeming them safe, he took a drink of the alcoholic beverage as he continued on in the room. The glass was only half-full unfortunately, it wouldn't take him long to finish it. Luckily, because of his smaller size, it wouldn't take long for him to become intoxicated enough to allow someone else to convince him to submit.
Downing the drink fairly quickly, he sat at a random table and surveyed the people. Of course, when a nearby man offered to buy him a drink, he couldn't turn him down. No, he needed to be totally wasted for this to work, and he knew it. Taking the drink from the man, he began to take large drinks of it as well. Ah yes, already his mind was fogging. He ignored the man who had bought him the drink, choosing not to dance with him. No, he was no where near appealing enough for Yony to allow him dominance. No, he would take someone else. Like... perhaps that slender tattoo'd beauty that was dancing so sensuously to the music that seemed like it was radiating through his entire form. Yes, he would definitely work. He finished off the mug in his hand and slid off of the stool he was situated on.
He approached another male who had been eyeing him, smirking slightly as he leaned against the bar. "Want to buy me a drink?" he asked seductively, to which the man smirked and turned to the bartender, ordering two Screaming Orgasms, and Yony could only smirk. Of course, after the money had been slid over the bar, Yony reached out for his drink and then took the other one as well. "Most kind of you," Yony exclaimed, leaning in to kiss the male's cheek before plunging into the crowd and away from the blustering male whom he had just practically ripped off. Pushing through the crowd, he found the tattoo'd beauty once more and approached him, smirking as he paused next to him. He looked to be about his age, even... did he go to St. Helena's? Or was there some kind of public school in the area? He wasn't sure, he didn't really care at this point. He raised up the second glass to the other male and arched a brow. "Can I tempt you, pretty boy?"
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Nov 7, 2012 0:05:13 GMT -6
 '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center] Sometimes the best thing to do was to just get out and away from the normal things in life. Normally Noah went to school, settled down and did homework or something at night. Going out about wasn’t something he could do every day here. Not with all these counselors about keeping close eyes on him. But it was something he still enjoyed to do none the less. Going out and partying was one of his favorite things to do. Drinking, having sex, dancing, all of it worked together to create an extremely enjoyable night. And Noah never had to worry about the morning after, because he had a high tolerance for alcohol and hangovers were rare. At least his parents had blessed him with that. No, all he had to do was enjoy himself and consume as much alcohol as he could weasel out of people. He hardly ever paid for his own drinks, especially at a club.
Tonight was no different. Thus far he had already managed to wiggle into several peoples wallets to get himself a few drinks. It was silly how easy it was. All he had to do was bat his eyelashes, give a little smile or sway his hips. Noah was no beginner at the ways of seduction. After years he had more or less perfected his ways and knew just how to use his body to his own advantage. Sure, at times he allowed others to use it for their own pleasure but he always made sure to get some sort of gain from it. From the moment he had wiggled his way past security the fun had already begun. It only took a few steps before he had been snagged away by a group of females, far too eager to share some alcohol in exchange for his company.
Noah took the drink being offered and slowly swayed his hips to the music. It would take more alcohol to persuade him to really start dancing. It was something of a hidden talent of his. And it wasn’t that he was shy about being able to dance, Noah just had no reason to go swaying his hips about usually. Clubs, of course, were the one place where it was perfectly acceptable to do such a thing. Learning to dance had started off as just a bit of a joke between him and some friends years ago. But it had quickly turned into just another tool to bring in potentials to take back home to sleep with. Once Noah had realized the power of it there had been no stopping his interest. It was almost silly how easy it was to get people to flock towards you just by a flick of the hips.
A few drinks in and Noah was starting to feel a bit of a buzz from the alcohol. Casually he had moved along, dancing with a few people here and there but generally not staying put in one place. It was more fun to keep on the move and to see who would attempt to follow him. It was a pleasant feeling knowing that there were a few people with their eyes set on him. Being desired was something he had a lot of pride in to say the least. His hips swayed to the loud music of the club, some obnoxious rap song that Noah had little interest in. No, his interest lied specifically in his movements. Noah let the energy of the club move through him, his fingers sliding up through his own hair as his hips rolled slowly in circular motions. Behind him someone moved closer, joining him and swaying their hips with his.
It was about that time when Noah saw someone approaching with a unique appearance. Their white hair stuck out amongst the dark atmosphere of the club the most. Most intriguing was the fact that they were Asian. As far as he knew there really wasn’t too many of those around here, let alone any with white hair. Noah casually took a moment to look him over as he approached, a small smirk forming at the corner of his pierced lips. Ah yes, temptation with an alcoholic beverage. Yes that would work just fine, but Noah wasn’t going to simply agree to it. No that would be far too easy and Noah enjoyed playing with people, dangling himself in front of them teasingly. Shifting his feet, he turned himself towards the stranger and reached out to take the glass being offered. Noah made sure his fingers brushed across Yony's in the process. Bringing the glass to his lips he took a tentative sip, his eyes locked on the ball of white hair in front of him. Deeming the drink satisfactory, he stepped his foot to the side and rolled his hips while turning so his back was to Yony. The metal loops dangling from his belt clanked together as he shifted his hips side to side in fluid motion. Noah tilted his head to look back over his shoulder and smirked, "What am I being tempted for?" Not that it particularly mattered, but Noah liked to have an idea of what was wanted so he could please.
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