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Post by etienne on Apr 29, 2012 18:04:58 GMT 1
Etienne had recently been at the blood bank, or well, that’s how he’d like to call it since he gave up blood and in return he got credits to spend things on. Though it wasn’t enough for Etienne, it never really was. For the past two years he had lived a life of luxury by the side of a vampire and frankly had gotten very spoiled during that time so now a few credits that barely were enough for him to go around simply did not cut it. He needed a job, and as he strolled down the streets of Uptown his eyes gazed along the different shops and restaurants. He knew he had to get in there and apply for one job but he sort of hoped that they could at least put out a sign where it said: HIRING with big capital letters so he didn’t have to feel insecure about which place he should take.
The marbled eyes that shifted due to direct sunlight or being in the shadow changed to various greens and blues hues as they were roaming around the shops. He remembered the first time he had walked down these streets two years ago and the memory was almost hunting to remember. People had stared oddly at him, not that he was odd in general, he was a fine looking man, probably above average if he could say it himself. But they had stared due to the fact that he had been from Haven and really showed it, now he was clean and more citizenized than anything. He blended in.
He was unfocused, he tried to read signs but the fact was that he wasn’t that good at reading either. Though he could read with minor problems, it still went slow and even slower as his brain was screaming for pain. Making it even harder to focus at all. For the moment he had to do with pressing down his nails at the wrist hard enough to leave marks behind. Not enough to draw blood as he would’ve preferred but it had to do. It made him shiver as his mind wasn’t obsessing anymore and he could continue his search for a job. As the sunlight hit against his skin he stared up at the heavens, there were a few clouds passing by. Perhaps he should come back during the night, the best jobs seemed to be during the night, or not the best but those who paid well, that the vampires owned.
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Post by Jackson Nickleby on May 12, 2012 9:37:25 GMT 1
Jackson wandered along yet another street of the uptown shopping district feeling lost. He was shopping, or rather he was trying to shop for clothes. What he was actually doing was wasting a lot of time wandering around and getting more than a little frustrated. There were just too many choices. How did anyone ever make their minds up what to buy? This he reflected was probably why he had only half a dozen pairs of jeans in his closet. But his recent visit to the Blue Lagoon had left him feeling like he should consider branching out some and buy something nice.
He worked hard and though he also played hard and wasn't exactly thrifty he wasn't short of credits either. Jackson had a good job and his tastes were relatively simple, he didn't need expensive gimmicks to have a good time. Good company and cold beer and he was happy. But... Danviel was special. Being with him made Jackson want to feel special too. He had thought this shopping business was fairly simple until he realised that everything he was looking at was black and was something that would look good on Danviel. Jackson never wore black...
With an exasperated sigh he stopped walking and turned on his heel, he needed a break and he had seen a nice looking coffee shop just a short way back. He was tired in a way that had nothing to do with his body and that was unusual for Jackson... and probably the cause of his abrupt change of direction bringing him into collision with an elegant dark haired young man who had stopped to stare up at the sky. Because of his distraction the man might have been knocked flying despite his nicely muscled build but Jackson grabbed his arm to steady him, gripping hard enough to bruise.
“Damn! I am so sorry about that.” Jackson apologised, embarrassment flushing his face. “Are you okay? I mean... damn! I'm not normally clumsy like that.“ He ran his fingers through his tousled blonde hair and offered the man his hand. “I'm Jackson. Could I buy you a drink as an apology?”
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Post by etienne on May 15, 2012 21:02:37 GMT 1
Etienne’s peaceful watching of the sky was suddenly interrupted when he had walked into someone, causing him to take a few stumbling steps back and he was ready to catch himself with a hand if he were to fall down but he didn’t have too as the other had gripped his arm. The hard grip of fingers around his arms surely hurt a bit, but nothing that Etienne couldn’t handle. It sent shivers down his spine of lust to feel the pain and for a moment his eyes were glistening in a dreamy state. He surely did enjoy the pain that was residing inside of him now. For a short while he was fantasying about begging the other to fuck him senseless, pull his hair and do all kind of naughty things with him.
His first thought was that it was a vampire, such a hard grip couldn’t be done by a human, but then he remembered it was sun outside. Suddenly the other male seemed more fascinating than before. He blinked a few times to get back to his normal senses again as he turned his eyes over at the male in front of him who was apologizing. He let the eyes roam across the others facial structures, down along the body to overview what kind of muscle mass the other held since the rather harsh grip around his arm hadn’t been done by some weakling.
Like in an instant his lips turned up to a charming smile, one that showed his perfectly aligned pearl white teeth in a rather charming way, it was almost like a defense mechanism for Etienne to smile like this. But it surely gave him a nice and kind appearance. His blue eyes that reflected in the sunlight like two sapphires studied the other male. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m equally guilty. I wasn’t watching my steps.” He smiled some and tilted his head towards the side, for a quick moment his eyes roamed around for a clock to watch what time it was, when he couldn’t find one he blinked a few times and then focused upon the man again. “Etienne. Sure, why not? Do you have any particular place in mind?” His eyes wondered over the different shops nearby.
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Post by Jackson Nickleby on May 18, 2012 1:34:33 GMT 1
Jackson grinned as the other man flashed him one of the prettiest smiles he had seen. That was the only word Jackson could come up with that fit. The man was pretty. From the styled manner in which he wore his hair to the tips of his elegant shoes.... pretty. Jackson was not pretty. He could in fact be the poster boy for the virtues of the simple life.
His hair was a sun-bleached blonde, tussled in a casual way that he wore well and his bright blue eyes fair sparkled with humour and good nature. He was young looking with a boyish smile though he carried himself with an unusual degree of surety for all that. His body was tanned and muscular and the white muscle shirt he wore showed it off to perfection. Combined with his blue jeans and tough boots however it made him look a little out of place in the somewhat classy shopping area they were in. There was something very male and very physical about Jackson and the hard well toned musculature was clearly not just for show.
Jackson was relieved that the pretty man wasn't taking it personally. It was too nice a day, despite his failed shopping trip to get into an argument with someone over something like that. He chuckled. “I would have offered to buy you a beer but I need to get back to work soon so how about coffee?” He waved his hand in the direction of a rather nice looking café with tables in the street out front.
With an easy smile he set off across the street to the café and despite his muscular physique Jackson moved with an athletic grace, he had been telling the truth about his unaccustomed lack of co-ordination. He pulled up a couple of chairs and took a seat, giving the waitress a wave and a wink that served to get him a flirtatious smile and her heading over to their table next. He pushed one of the menus over in front of Etienne. “Order what you like, it's on me.”
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Post by etienne on Jun 17, 2012 22:43:25 GMT 1
After a quick study of the other he noticed that the other looked fairly young, he had the sort of angelic boyish face. Maybe he was an angel? The very muscled body fit into the description of an angel, at least for Etienne who would imagine angels to be the celestial gods of perfection, and perfection in Etienne eyes was surely a big load of muscles. He shivered, he surely wanted to rip that shirt off and see what the other was hiding underneath, even though he could slightly imagine how it would look like since the white shirt gave away quite a lot. He stopped himself from the impulse to place his hand against the male’s chest and feel along it. It certainly would make himself look weird, so instead he just slipped down his hand into his pocket to keep it from being grabby. Etienne was fairly young as well but he didn’t have the boyish charm, he in fact looked older than he was for some eyes, handsome was the word indeed. He was a handsome young man that surely would look nice in a commercial that would portray the perfect family, but that was not what Etienne wanted at all. He wasn’t looking for a wife, two or three kids and a perfect nice little house. He would frankly be more happy locked up in a cage, treated like an animal than the first.
“Coffee sounds absolutely lovely.” Despite his dark thoughts he kept his face, looking innocently interested in the other before he followed the hand towards the café and began walking towards it. “May I ask what you work with?” Perhaps they were hiring more workers and Etienne could get a job there, but it wasn’t that likely. Though he could indeed try it out, if he got a chance to work with the muscled man beside him, well, he would beg to get that job. Maybe they had even more stunning men and ladies like that working there, maybe muscles were needed. Come to think of it he guessed the other did something with heavy lifting, that or something to do with taking his clothes of. He hoped for the later.
He slid down into one of the chairs opposite to the fair haired male. “What a gentleman you are.” Pulling the menu to himself even though he already knew what he wanted, it wasn’t exactly on the menu though… “A coffee, no sugar or milk… And that would be all.” He smiled some, he wasn’t particularly hungry and the other might be in a hurry since he needed to get back to work, maybe he was on lunch break or something. He then leaned forward over the table after giving the waitress the menu. “I’ll pay you back with a beer some other time.”
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Post by Jackson Nickleby on Jun 21, 2012 22:55:56 GMT 1
Etienne seemed like a nice enough chap to Jackson, though he did have to keep fighting the urge to think of him as 'pretty'. He might not be quite like the usual rather rugged crowd that Jackson hung with after hours but he certainly wasn't effeminate, there had been lean muscle beneath those stylish clothes when he had walked into the man. An idea was forming in Jackson's mind and he wasn't quite sure yet how to make the suggestion to the other man without coming across as a total dip-shit. “I work construction,” he grinned at Etienne's inquiry, “...for the City Reconstruction Council. I'm foreman on the Little Britain project. You're not looking for a job are you?” he chuckled.
Jackson too ordered his coffee black though he added a random sweet pastry to the order that he had developed something of a fondness for, not that anyone would guess given that there was not an ounce of fat on his physique. He was blessed with a metabolism that just ate up whatever he threw at it and 'clean living' was a waste of effort for him. No Jackson had a perfect body and he knew exactly how far he could push it and how to enjoy it. Of course, his little trip out to the Blue Lagoon had broadened his already rather panoramic horizons some recently... and incidentally provoked today's excursion. “You sure you don't want anything else?” Jackson asked cheerfully before the waitress departed. He grinned a little cheekily, “...cos I was thinking of asking you for a favour...”
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Post by etienne on Jun 22, 2012 19:53:38 GMT 1
It was hard for Etienne to not require a nosebleed as he heard the other’s profession. Dear God. Surely images of sweaty man with tons of muscles and manly ass work had him hard like a kid who just had discovered the wonders of porn. He simply had to squirm around in his seat a bit to ease himself down, he had surely heard about the Little Britain project but he was more excited by the career people working on it. He chuckled some and tilted his head towards the side. “In fact I am.” Being a blood slave hadn’t been that rewarding when it came to making contacts with other people. Maybe this was his shoot, even though he despised getting his hands dirty it was better than nothing. And if his workmates would all have the physique as Jackson, well, was there something to even argue about then?
“I’m positive.” He said and let his eyes wonder over the waitress that went away after taking their order. He then focused his glistening eyes upon the other male, tilting his head towards the side some before he raised an eyebrow lightly. “You trust me that well already?” He chuckled some, what if Etienne was sitting here just to murder the other male? He was actually surprised but instead he just smiled and nodded. “Go on then.” Honestly, Etienne had so much free time that he could easily help another man out. “I thought the coffee was for bumping into me.” He spoke lightly but then just shrugged some on his shoulders and leaned back in his seat as the waitress was back with what they had ordered. One black coffee for each of the males and a pastry for the construction foreman worker. He gripped the cup with an embracing hand before he lifted thecup up to his succulent lips and let the edge rest against the lower lip, parting the twin pair to let the caffeine liquid sip through, still a bit hot but he gently placed the cup down onto the table again. He couldn’t help to be curious on what the other had in store for him, what favor was it?
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Post by Jackson Nickleby on Jun 25, 2012 19:16:06 GMT 1
“Really?” Jackson was a little surprised at that. Etienne didn't look like he was short of credits and his style would be hard to keep up on base blood-tax credit. He was about to ask what the man had done before when he realised that might be considered rude. It was after all a question he himself could not answer. “You ever consider working construction?” he asked curiously, Etienne did seem pretty excited about the whole thing. “We could always use more hands on the job an' I could sign you up at the office this afternoon if you liked?”
Jackson chuckled some at Etienne's surprised inquiry and met his eyes with an entirely guileless smile. “Why shouldn't I trust you?” he laughed, “What's the worst that could happen?” His relaxed posture and easy manner seemed to suggest that he really did believe nothing bad could possibly happen to him. One could write it off as naivety if he didn't carry himself with a quiet confidence that seemed far beyond his years. He looked suddenly contrite at the implication in Etienne's comment. “It was... is... damn, I didn't mean to be pushy, sorry.” he murmured in embarrassment.
It was a relief to him when the waitress broke the sticky moment by arriving to serve their order. When she departed Jackson took a satisfying gulp of his steaming hot coffee and tried again, he'd already come across like a dork so what the hell. “Well, it's just that I couldn't help but notice the way you dress...” he put his cup down and made a vague encompassing gesture at Etienne. “It's very...” he hesitated for a second because 'pretty' was going to sound soooo wrong in this situation, “...Uptown.” he finally settled on. Yes, Uptown was the 'look' he was thinking of. He took a sizeable bite of the pastry, hoping that the other man wasn't going to take offence at his choice of words. Washing it down with another gulp of coffee, Jackson grinned again. “I guess you kinda noticed I'm not... an' well I could use some advice...?”
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Post by etienne on Jul 2, 2012 20:27:42 GMT 1
“Yeah, really. Don’t worry though.,. I’m a hell of a gambler.” He smirked some by the words, though it was true. He was frankly rather good at gambling. He listened and wondered how he would be able to work in constructions, but what the hell. He needed a job and now he got one. “It has never crossed my mind but I would forever be grateful at any work you could sign me up for.” It was at least better than taking off your clothes at a strip club. Though if he would be working side by side with muscled men taking off their shirts in the gazing sun, without even having to wave with a credit at them, well, what the fuck were they waiting for!? He just shook his head some at the question, why he shouldn’t trust him. Because he could be a psychopathic murderer? He just shrugged later on. “I frankly do not know.”
Etienne rose an eyebrow, the man certainly tried his hardest to lay out the words in a nice way. Etienne wasn’t very crude when it came to language, not at all, he frankly got more turned on by dirty talk than sweet whispering words in the ears. But this was just a proper friendly conversation, not a sexual laid out plan. So he waited until the other had gotten out what he wanted to say after some smitten and well picked out words. He chuckled some by the whole ‘Uptown’. “I see, of course I could. I’ll let you in on a secret.” He smirked some and took the coffee cup in his hand to take a sip before he leaned forward. Clothes certainly was one of Etienne’s favorite interests, if he could, he would be shopping all day.
“I go by a thing called B.A.S.E. First of all. B stands for Body, does it fit your body type? For an example you do not want to wear things that look sloppy on you or too tight, it’s not comfortable and will look horrible as well. For you it shouldn’t be too much of a problem, you got a nice frame. Once you gotten past the B you go over to A. Is it Age appropriate? You do not want to wear clothes that are not proper for your age, don’t wear what teenagers are wearing and stay away from clothes that will make you look older. Now over to the S in B.A.S.E, Style, does it fit your personal style? You do not want to wear bold colors if you do not feel ok with it. Do you like the clothes? Would you wear them regularly? For an example you do not look like the guy that would dress up in a big shirt and baggy jeans down to your knees, you do look like you like a pair of jeans though and probably a tee, nothing too much, but then again you are asking me about help to look more ‘Uptown’ as you say, meaning, you want look more ‘Uptown’, as well? Believe me jeans and a tee is ok for casual wearing, it’s comfortable but it’s nothing to wear at a fancy dinner with the ladies if you know what I mean?”
If Etienne hadn’t already come off as gay as he possibly could by now when talking so much about clothes it would be a freaking miracle. “And as you gotten past those 3, you are left with E and that is Expense. Is it worth buying? Will you use it? It’s better to spend credits on an item that might cost more if you know you’ll also use it more, picking up things because it is cheap might just cost you more if you won’t use it. No idea in laying credits on something you won’t use right?” He smirked some and tilted his head towards the side. “I hope I didn’t lose you already in my babbling. But just to add, try to keep to a maximum of 3 colors, or else it will look messy and childish. It’s okay to have a variety of blue hues along with black and white, as long as it’s blue but when you start messing with having blue, green, red and yellow in your outfit it gets overboard. “
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Post by Jackson Nickleby on Jul 8, 2012 20:51:24 GMT 1
“I never really tried gambling...” Jackson chuckled, odd though that sounded living in a City dominated by its six casinos. The whole idea of gambling just didn't hold any real appeal to him for some reason. “I get the feeling you need to be good at it an' I doubt I am.” he added. “As for the job,” he chuckled again, “It's a sure thing then, we will have you signed up in no time.” Jackson grinned happily. “You will be doing me as much of a favour as I am doing you so don't worry about it.” and he laughed giving Etienne a wink. “Just don't make me have to fire your ass.”
As the other man launched into his treatise on fashion Jackson was gob smacked. He could calculate stress and load-bearing equations in his head but this ...fashion... sounded more complicated. Danviel wore black, a lot of black and looked damn good in it too, but Jackson couldn't stand to wear it himself. He would go so far as to say he hated it and it made him feel like someone had just died. It was probably some crazy hangup that he couldn't remember but it was his rule, no black.
'B' he figured he had covered then, as he never wore anything that wasn't comfortable and he saw no reason to start now, he was way too active for that and it would drive him crazy. 'A' he had absolutely no idea about. Everyone on the crew tended to wear the same comfortable clothing during the day and he had no idea what they wore at night. 'S' seemed to have more to it but comfortable and not black were his only criteria so far and what to wear for a fancy date was exactly what he wanted to know. 'E' was again a puzzlement. If he wanted something and he could afford it he would just buy it.
Jackson gave a sheepish smile that made him look even younger than his normal boyish one. He was still feeling a bit baffled. “Well I like blue.” he murmured, “...and I don't wear black. I guess that's a start.” He popped the last of the pastry into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully before draining his cup. “Tell you what, if you have an hour after work to hang and give me your opinion on what I should wear on a fancy date Uptown, I'll get you blind drunk after to celebrate your new job.” He stuck his hand out across the table to Etienne. “Deal?”
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