[ This is an intro I typed up a while ago when I used to be a major fan of role playing. Posting it because I can't think of anything else to put in here. xD ]
"Blai-chan...!"
The soft whine echoed through the untidy, cramped room.
"Hn...?"
Dazedly, this new voice, deep and husky, arose from a slumbering snore.
"What do you want, Aine...?"
A soft pout settled upon full, supple lips in a most evident sign of discontent. Lavender painted nails clicked rhythmically upon the wooden surface of an oak table, deep rustic wood heavily polished to appear glossy in the low hanging light in which cast illuminations upon the pale, pouting face.
"Get up...! We're going to be late...!"
Aine, as was stated before, shrieked in a most feminine manner. His naturally musical tone of voice was brutally hightened in a shrill cry as the other fell alseep once again.
"Blai-chan!"
And with this shout, the pale being brought a long, slender digit to the other's nose, set upon hardened features. The painted nail flicked against the skin, a yowl passing by the black painted lips of none other then 'Blai-chan'.
"Aine..! What was that for?"
The male by the name of Aine huffed a snort, deep cerulean orbs narrowed rather uncharacteristically for the wide-eyed boy. "Get up!" He commanded with a frown settled upon his once pouting lips, thus marring the soft, smooth features of the teenager. Oh, why was it that Blai-chan always slept in on the nights in which they performed?
Blaise finally parted from his resting location upon a cushiony chair, lanky form well-muscled and stoic. After flashing a mock glare to his partner, the male by the nick-name of 'Blai-chan' began a slow, slouching trek towards a nearby door, leaving a rather triumphant Aine in his wake.
Ah, performing could be such a trouble at times... Yet, when one could spend time with the closest... dearest friend one had /ever/ had in one's life... The troubles in which one suffered through seemed like a slight scratch.
A smile danced upon amethyst painted lips as the cerulean gaze, heavily layered in khol, twinkled in a mischevious manner. A sprinkle of glitter flit about his gaze, sparkling slightly in the reflection of light. As Aine watched Blaise finally disappear behind the door, the male let his slender form fall to the wooden chair, lightly cushioned by a deep licorice fluff of cotton.
You /must/ be wondering what the hell Aine and Blaise took up as their occupation, yes? Perhaps have several assumptions by the make-up upon the pale boy's features? Let me clear you up, my poor defenceless reader... Aine, petite boy of jagged blonde locks, was a pianist. Yes, a pianist. Blaise? The male held the deepest tone of aluring vocals that an entirety of a club could be tossed into mild surprise...
If you put one and one together, then you could easily realize that Aine and Blaise were a traveling pair of young men in search of the big money. In the mean time, the two performed at small restaurants and clubs... Perhaps a coffee shop here and there when in dire need of cash. Yet, this was only within the slums of New York City that our two talented young men played.
The ominous sigh of the worn door displayed the obviousness of Blaise's return. As Aine's gaze danced to the other, merely to inspect and investigate, he flashed a satisfied nod of his blonde topped head.
Blaise, a boy of tall stature, teetered towards the thin yet built side. Unlike the pale and slender form of Aine, the male was the proud owner of a toned body encompassed in dark tan skin. He was, to put it bluntly, foreign to the Americas... If his dark skin didn't already reveal this fact. Locks of ebony framed a sharply-featured face, high set cheek bones left untouched by the powder of any sort of make-up.
In fact, the only trace of any of said substance was the kohl surrounding his own shimmering emerald pools. The rest of his dark complexion? Purely natural...
The long strands of jet black, which on normal occasions draped to his rear, had been sloppily tied up with a pristine milky hued ribbon. Silky and smooth, the mass of void ebony seemed to match well with the strikingly snowy white outfit upon his frame. A tight fitting vest that openly displayed the defined muscles of Blaise’s torso clothed his chest.
Clinging to the arrogant male's hip adorned a pair of equally tight trousers of leathery texture, reflecting light in a flashy manner. As the black-haired being sauntered towards Aine within the small space, he threw his body into a slight twirl. "How do I look?" He inquired in a haughty tone.
As cerulean orbs scanned over his form, Blaise rose a foot, revealing the starch white, shin-high boots. A small melodious laugh tinkled from Aine's lips at his partner's cockiness. "You look fine." He answered with a slight roll of his gaze.
Aine, himself, was adorned in his casual outfit of a rather formal suit. Crisp and somewhat serene, the blonde nearly seemed to mock the black suit with his magenta colored glitter. A ring flashed, pierced into his lower lip, slightly marring the vibrant lilac lip gloss placed upon full lips. A carnation of the same hue rest within his breast pocket, frilly pink color rather contrasting with the rich ebony of his jacket.
Underneath said jacket rest a long sleeved shirt. Guess the color. If you took a gander towards red, you are incorrect, as a very pink shirt lie beneath. It wasn't quite difficult to assume that the male's favorite color was that of the pinkish hue...
Slacks of matching ebony and polished shoes finished the outfit upon his curvacious frame. Exotic blonde strands, very unkept, frayed about his face, long bangs often sliding into his view and thus forcing him to push them away with a flick of a finger.
As Aine slid a brush through his hair, Blaise went about making his way through the small cavern. Alright. So now we know /who/ they are, but then the questions arises as to /where/ they are.
The soft hum of a motor echoed about the desolate streets. Its source? The trailer parked in the parking lot of a rather known coffee shop. One could peer into transparent windows and note the two figures shifting about within. Ah, but who would be out in a parking lot spying on the two males?
The clash of the dove colored door upon the vehicle's side whisked about the deathly quiet lot. Stepping into the refreshing air of a spring night, Blaise sucked in a needed breath before sighing in a most content manner. His animated partner soon followed him into the looming darkness, polished shoes clicking upon the cracked pavement as he pranced towards the building in which they would be playing at.
With a rustling sigh, the chartreuse eyed male languidly followed, tan arms revealed to the world at his sides as long, lean legs carried his form forwards. Boots thudded upon the ground, smirk sliding onto his lips. It was odd... This feeling of excitement that filled his entire being... And this emotion only swelled within his heart moments before a performance...
As Aine continued his nearly dainty manner of approaching the building, his partner slid a hand into his rear pocket, emerging with his beloved pack of cigarettes and a flame-designed lighter. Placing the stick shaped object between his lips, the ebony-haired male rose the lighter with one hand, its partner cupping somewhat to block the tiny flame from any surprising breezes.
Blaise sparked the flame to life and after lighting the edge of his cigarette, he uncupped his hand and placed the fire-creating device into its compartment, followed by his pack of the nicotine-filled objects.
Sucking in a long drag, Blaise relaxed his muscular yet in-tone body, whisping tendrils of smoke passing by his lips. Catching up to Aine with a slight laugh, he flashed a smirk to his blonde partner as they pushed the doors open together.
Show time.
"Blai-chan...!"
The soft whine echoed through the untidy, cramped room.
"Hn...?"
Dazedly, this new voice, deep and husky, arose from a slumbering snore.
"What do you want, Aine...?"
A soft pout settled upon full, supple lips in a most evident sign of discontent. Lavender painted nails clicked rhythmically upon the wooden surface of an oak table, deep rustic wood heavily polished to appear glossy in the low hanging light in which cast illuminations upon the pale, pouting face.
"Get up...! We're going to be late...!"
Aine, as was stated before, shrieked in a most feminine manner. His naturally musical tone of voice was brutally hightened in a shrill cry as the other fell alseep once again.
"Blai-chan!"
And with this shout, the pale being brought a long, slender digit to the other's nose, set upon hardened features. The painted nail flicked against the skin, a yowl passing by the black painted lips of none other then 'Blai-chan'.
"Aine..! What was that for?"
The male by the name of Aine huffed a snort, deep cerulean orbs narrowed rather uncharacteristically for the wide-eyed boy. "Get up!" He commanded with a frown settled upon his once pouting lips, thus marring the soft, smooth features of the teenager. Oh, why was it that Blai-chan always slept in on the nights in which they performed?
Blaise finally parted from his resting location upon a cushiony chair, lanky form well-muscled and stoic. After flashing a mock glare to his partner, the male by the nick-name of 'Blai-chan' began a slow, slouching trek towards a nearby door, leaving a rather triumphant Aine in his wake.
Ah, performing could be such a trouble at times... Yet, when one could spend time with the closest... dearest friend one had /ever/ had in one's life... The troubles in which one suffered through seemed like a slight scratch.
A smile danced upon amethyst painted lips as the cerulean gaze, heavily layered in khol, twinkled in a mischevious manner. A sprinkle of glitter flit about his gaze, sparkling slightly in the reflection of light. As Aine watched Blaise finally disappear behind the door, the male let his slender form fall to the wooden chair, lightly cushioned by a deep licorice fluff of cotton.
You /must/ be wondering what the hell Aine and Blaise took up as their occupation, yes? Perhaps have several assumptions by the make-up upon the pale boy's features? Let me clear you up, my poor defenceless reader... Aine, petite boy of jagged blonde locks, was a pianist. Yes, a pianist. Blaise? The male held the deepest tone of aluring vocals that an entirety of a club could be tossed into mild surprise...
If you put one and one together, then you could easily realize that Aine and Blaise were a traveling pair of young men in search of the big money. In the mean time, the two performed at small restaurants and clubs... Perhaps a coffee shop here and there when in dire need of cash. Yet, this was only within the slums of New York City that our two talented young men played.
The ominous sigh of the worn door displayed the obviousness of Blaise's return. As Aine's gaze danced to the other, merely to inspect and investigate, he flashed a satisfied nod of his blonde topped head.
Blaise, a boy of tall stature, teetered towards the thin yet built side. Unlike the pale and slender form of Aine, the male was the proud owner of a toned body encompassed in dark tan skin. He was, to put it bluntly, foreign to the Americas... If his dark skin didn't already reveal this fact. Locks of ebony framed a sharply-featured face, high set cheek bones left untouched by the powder of any sort of make-up.
In fact, the only trace of any of said substance was the kohl surrounding his own shimmering emerald pools. The rest of his dark complexion? Purely natural...
The long strands of jet black, which on normal occasions draped to his rear, had been sloppily tied up with a pristine milky hued ribbon. Silky and smooth, the mass of void ebony seemed to match well with the strikingly snowy white outfit upon his frame. A tight fitting vest that openly displayed the defined muscles of Blaise’s torso clothed his chest.
Clinging to the arrogant male's hip adorned a pair of equally tight trousers of leathery texture, reflecting light in a flashy manner. As the black-haired being sauntered towards Aine within the small space, he threw his body into a slight twirl. "How do I look?" He inquired in a haughty tone.
As cerulean orbs scanned over his form, Blaise rose a foot, revealing the starch white, shin-high boots. A small melodious laugh tinkled from Aine's lips at his partner's cockiness. "You look fine." He answered with a slight roll of his gaze.
Aine, himself, was adorned in his casual outfit of a rather formal suit. Crisp and somewhat serene, the blonde nearly seemed to mock the black suit with his magenta colored glitter. A ring flashed, pierced into his lower lip, slightly marring the vibrant lilac lip gloss placed upon full lips. A carnation of the same hue rest within his breast pocket, frilly pink color rather contrasting with the rich ebony of his jacket.
Underneath said jacket rest a long sleeved shirt. Guess the color. If you took a gander towards red, you are incorrect, as a very pink shirt lie beneath. It wasn't quite difficult to assume that the male's favorite color was that of the pinkish hue...
Slacks of matching ebony and polished shoes finished the outfit upon his curvacious frame. Exotic blonde strands, very unkept, frayed about his face, long bangs often sliding into his view and thus forcing him to push them away with a flick of a finger.
As Aine slid a brush through his hair, Blaise went about making his way through the small cavern. Alright. So now we know /who/ they are, but then the questions arises as to /where/ they are.
The soft hum of a motor echoed about the desolate streets. Its source? The trailer parked in the parking lot of a rather known coffee shop. One could peer into transparent windows and note the two figures shifting about within. Ah, but who would be out in a parking lot spying on the two males?
The clash of the dove colored door upon the vehicle's side whisked about the deathly quiet lot. Stepping into the refreshing air of a spring night, Blaise sucked in a needed breath before sighing in a most content manner. His animated partner soon followed him into the looming darkness, polished shoes clicking upon the cracked pavement as he pranced towards the building in which they would be playing at.
With a rustling sigh, the chartreuse eyed male languidly followed, tan arms revealed to the world at his sides as long, lean legs carried his form forwards. Boots thudded upon the ground, smirk sliding onto his lips. It was odd... This feeling of excitement that filled his entire being... And this emotion only swelled within his heart moments before a performance...
As Aine continued his nearly dainty manner of approaching the building, his partner slid a hand into his rear pocket, emerging with his beloved pack of cigarettes and a flame-designed lighter. Placing the stick shaped object between his lips, the ebony-haired male rose the lighter with one hand, its partner cupping somewhat to block the tiny flame from any surprising breezes.
Blaise sparked the flame to life and after lighting the edge of his cigarette, he uncupped his hand and placed the fire-creating device into its compartment, followed by his pack of the nicotine-filled objects.
Sucking in a long drag, Blaise relaxed his muscular yet in-tone body, whisping tendrils of smoke passing by his lips. Catching up to Aine with a slight laugh, he flashed a smirk to his blonde partner as they pushed the doors open together.
Show time.
