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 Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 7:47 pm
Somuka was aware that something was going on downstairs, and she immediately stood up. "I'm going to see what's going on," she said, and then she pointed at Olan. "Be a good boy and stay here, okay? I'll be back before you know it." With that, she walked through the door and floated through the halls and down the stairs to investigate.
Olan wished he could follow, but he knew it wasn't safe outside. He could only stay in the room and wait for any messages Somuka might send. If things go terribly wrong, what can he do then? He wouldn't be able to go outside and help Dustynn. The gang leader wouldn't allow it, obviously. And what if someone goes to this room? Olan wouldn't be able to escape then.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 12:03 pm
Demitri sighed as Somuka left the room. "Dustynn won't be pleased." She muttered slightly to herself. Then she looked over at Dustynn, a small look in her eye that indicated something was wrong. "You have really dug yourself a hole this time, haven't you young one?" The dark spirit smirked quietly, leaning back against the dresser. She made parts of it into a spiritual energy so that she wouldn't fall through. She hated that part about being a spirit.
Dustynn began walking up the stairs, then noticed Somuka coming down. "Somuka-sama, it isn't safe to be out and about by yourself. Dylan is a necromancer, he can see you." Dustynn hissed under his breath as he walked by her, heading up into his room. He opened the door and walked into the closet, ignoring all of the others in the room. Quickly, he grabbed out a black dress-shirt and slacks and began to put them on.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 1:40 pm
Normally, Somuka would have ignored the warning and gone about her own business, but since someone else who can see her was involved, she turned around and floated back to the room. As she got there, she once more settled on the bed. Well, it looks like nothing will happen while Dustynn would be at the meeting, since Olan wasn't supposed to go anywhere he pleased and Somuka has to stay near him. Cards were starting to get boring as well, so what now?
Olan wanted to communicate with Dustynn and ask a few questions, but it seemed that the gang leader doesn't want to answer any. In that case, he might as well not make an attempt and just wait for him to speak first. Nothing was really going to change anyway. Sighing, Olan wished he had never exited the room. Sure, he never meant to be a bother or anything, but he was merely caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was already enough to complicate things.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 7:44 pm
Dustynn walked out of the closet, buttoning the last few buttons on his shirt. He noticed that Somuka had returned back upstairs. Guess the fact that Dylan was a mute necromancer was enough to get her to disappear. The purple haired boy's eyes began clouding over as he looked at Olan. "You're coming with me. Somuka, can you hide in Olan's shadow for a while? Dylan can't see you then." He sighed, grabbing a tie from a hanger in the small closet. Really, gang meetings were a pain in the a**, no matter how they occurred or how important they were.
Demitri gave a low whistle as Dustynn came out of the closet. "And what are you getting all dolled up for? A meeting?" She smirked. Dustynn gave her a heated glare, then turned back to putting his tie on. The dark spirit gave an eye roll. Note to self: shut up.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 8:35 pm
Olan was surprised to hear that he was supposed to tattend the meeting with Dustynn. He had thought that he was supposed to stay in the room and out of trouble, but it seemed that the gang leader wanted to keep an eye on him. Well, that kinda solved the question about what he should do while Dustynn was at the meeting.
Somuka nodded at Dustynn's suggestion. Hiding in someone's shadow was no problem for her, especially when the shadow belonged to her brother. The only annoying part of that was what to do when the shadow changes its size. She would always have to be on the lookout for that.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 4:37 pm
Dustynn nodded towards Somuka as he finished tying his tie. A white tie on black... very classy... and like... 30's mafia. Dustynn began muttering profanities under his breath as he walked out of the room towards the bathroom. He quickly ran a comb through his hair, gelled it back, and grabbed a vile of cologne. Really now... Did he have to?
A small rap at the door almost made Dustynn drop the glass container. He turned around to see Dylan standing at the door in a similar attire to his own. Marissa was close behind him. "Loch, don't wear that one. It makes you smell like a Hollister store." The female gang member sighed, taking the vile from Dustynn's hand as she placed it back in the cabinet. "This one." She said, taking the container that Dylan had been holding in his hand. She sprayed it on her leader, then smiled as he began coughing.
"What the hell is that?" Dustynn gagged. He hated the smell of cologne, but this one smelled really weird.
"Polo Blue by Ralph Lauren." Marissa smirked, giving the bottle back to Dylan. Now that Dustynn thought about it, Dylan smelled exactly like him. Ugh, great. "What?! C'mon... the gang leader of the other sector is a woman!" Marissa shrieked. Oh Dear God... Dustynn moaned under his breath.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 4:53 pm
While Dustynn was outside, Somuka immediately began to fuss over Olan. She wasn't one to care for appearances, but is seemed that now she was starting to. It was annoying, but what can he say to her? Nothing... Absolutely nothing. He may try, but he never can. She's just plain stubborn.
'Just like mom,' Olan thought sadly and miserably. 'I wonder what she'd say. If she knew I would be living with a gang leader, then what would she say?' He couldn't imagine it, because his mother had never really scolded him or his sister for anything. When either of them did something wrong, their mom would just speak to them kindly and gently tell them to think about it.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 5:00 pm
Dustynn walked out of the bathroom, pushing passed Marissa. Dylan immediately made room. The gang leader literally stalked away to his room, slamming the door to his room behind him with a loud bang. The sight inside almost made him run back out. Somuka was really fussing over Olan... Olan didn't even look much like Olan anymore. He looked like... something else. Cuter, but really... there was no place for cute in a gang meeting.
"Hey brother, why can't we be like that, hm?" Demitri asked, leaning on Dustynn's shoulder as she looked over the scene. Dustynn muttered something inaudible under his breath, but Demitri just ignored him. Then the smell hit her. He smelled like... what was that again? "WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE POLO BLUE?!" Demitri gasped, backing away from him like he was a monster. "Who are you and what have you done to Dustynn?!" She asked.
"Haha, very funny." Dustynn growled. "You can blame Marissa for that one."
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 5:16 pm
Olan wanted to look away from Dustynn, not wanting to see whatever reaction he had. It didn't seem like a bad reaction, he knew, but he still didn't want to see it. "Blame Somu," he had mouthed, but not in Dustynn's direction. He wanted very much to stop his sister from trying to change his appearance, because who knows what that will do?
Above him, messing around with his hair and making it look strange, Somuka was grinning. Olan heard her singing about a distraction, and he honestly didn't know what she meant. If she was planning to use him as a bullet target in case things had gone awry, then she obviously didn't pay attention to what Dustynn had said to Olan before.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 12:11 am
Dustynn checked his watch after a while, then opened the door to a very surprised looking Marissa. "So~ How'z Olan doing?" She asked, looking into the room. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary except that some of Olan's hair was standing up on end, almost as if it was being held up in place. "Wow... that's a lot of gel, Loch!" Marissa exclaimed, taking a step inside of Dustynn's room. But the gang leader pushed her out, and closed the door. But not fast enough before Dylan noticed that Olan's hair was not being held up by gel. 'Did you see that?' He signed. Marissa just shook her head, so he just dropped it.
"C'mon, we gotta go now. Otherwise, we're never gonna make it." Dustynn muttered under his breath. Demitri had hid instinctively upon the initial, 'So~' part. She wasn't sure who else was with her, but she had felt a strange psychic presence earlier.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 11:19 am
Somuka had frozen when the door opened, and she had forgotten to let go of her brother's hair. It was fortunate that she wasn't seen, and that the girl at the door thought the reason part of Olan's hair was standing was merely because of gel. Unfortunately, she had seen someone else who seemed to take notice of her. Could that be the necromancer named Dylan? If it was so, then hopefully he didn't really pay attention to her presence.
Now finished with messing around with her brother's hair, Somuka released whatever locks she was still holding and admired the results. Though Olan would look like an eye candy, she couldn't help but think she should have suggested a dark cloak. Now that she recalled that this meeting was a gang meeting, making Olan look like a gentleman wasn't really a good idea. Oh well.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 5:42 pm
Dustynn stared at Olan for an incredibly long time before he walked over to his closet and tossed a pull-over jacket in the boy's direction. He also threw over a pair of frayed and faded jeans. "Wear those instead." He muttered as he walked out of the room. Demitri instinctively followed him, even though Dustynn had turned to glare at her.
"What? I'm going back to the grave. I have no reason to hang around here anymore, right?" She had muttered quietly. Dustynn still continued to glare at her, so she took his hand in hers. "Don't worry... my essence will still protect you. But I'm going home." She said quietly before she turned into a black colored butterfly and flew out the window.
Dylan was standing at the bottom of the stairs, quietly watching the gang leader and some girl. The girl looked exactly like Dustynn... who could she be? Then the girl transformed and disappeared out the window. That was a wake-up call for Dylan. Jesus, that was Dustynn's twin sister that Marissa was talking about! Instantly, the gang member disappeared back into the living area. He had a lot of information to ponder.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 6:17 pm
After making sure that Somuka was looking away, Olan began to change into the clothes that Dustynn had lent to him. They were a bit uncomfortable to put on, but he had never worn these kinds of clothes in the first place, so it was reasonable. At least they were more appropriate to wear in a gang meeting.
Somuka heard the shuffling of clothes and she tried to imagine what Olan would look like after he was done changing. No matter how many times she thought about it, he would still definitely look like a cute child. Not as cute as without the clothes, but still incredibly cute. Poor little brother.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:47 am
Dustynn was waiting patiently downstairs while Olan changed. Kaisin had disappeared somewhere to buy hair gel for the rest of the gang. Guess one bottle hadn't been enough. And only a few people were going to this meeting, too! The gang leader sighed with slight annoyance. Yes, this was going to be incredibly stupid and hard to handle.
First off, the gang they were meeting had an incredibly violent history. Second, they were sneaky and were notorious back stabbers. And third, their gang leader was a girl that was well-known for picking off the youngest members of a gang. Maybe bringing Olan along wasn't a good idea.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:06 pm
Olan soon finished and left the room, aware that Somuka was following. He looked back to make sure that she was hiding in his shadow as Dustynn had suggested. As he walked, whatever worries he had were beginning to disappear, mainly because Somu and Dustynn would be there to make sure things wouldn't go awry... or so he hoped.
Somuka followed quite closely behind her brother, knowing very well that this would make him more comfortable. She knew this particular gang meeting must be a bit dangerous if she was needed to take care of Olan. Maybe she'll be able to protect Dustynn and his gang from any turmoil as well.
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