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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 14, 2012 14:06:21 GMT -5
He glanced after Jin with a small nod as the bot walked away. No doubt Jin was familiar with the musician’s ilk from working for Kirkland. And likely Jin found them as boring as Roderich did. He hardly blamed the bot for seeking and taking an escape route. The musician hardly even found himself interesting. All that mattered to him and everyone else was his music. He really needed to round himself out.
He nodded to Kirkland when the blonde excused himself to find some champagne. “Of course. I hope you shall enjoy the performance, Mr Kirkland.”
His eyes followed the blonde head as it tried to melt back away into the crowd, and he finally let the fingers of his free hand move up to touch his own eyebrow, as if comparing what Kirkland’s would feel like to the touch. Would they be rough or soft?
He looked back after Kirkland and his eyes switched to look at the young man next to Kirkland. Kirkland appeared to be speaking to him quietly. Perhaps another of Kirkland’s bots? What really held Roderich’s attention was an odd lock of hair that stood out on the young man’s head. Much like his own wild lock of hair. Making that connection caused Roderich to run his hand over his hair, checking if that lock was standing up again. He’d gelled it down, but that lock didn’t seem to care. Yes, it was free again. No help for it.
The young man didn’t look too pleased by Kirkland’s conversation, and Roderich decided that Kirkland must have quite disagreeable bots. That or he caused them to be disagreeable. Roderich had been told that bots used to be people who were disabled or dying or otherwise felt they would better serve society as a bot. He was surprised to see how young these bots were. How could people so young decide being a bot was better than being alive? Roderich saw little point to his own life other than being his family’s heir and his music, but held out hope something more would be around the corner. There just had to be something more out there.
With that depressing thought, Roderich took another drink of his wine and wondered if he’d been there long enough. He began a stroll around the room, nodding at the others as he passed them. He’d perform a circuit around the room to ensure he was seen, and then he’d flee as gracefully as he could back to the safety of his own home.
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Post by Allison Jones on Apr 29, 2012 22:45:41 GMT -5
Allie waited as Ivan seemed to contemplate how dancing was supposed to work. It was a bit strange, standing on the dance floor without actually dancing, but maybe Ivan had forgotten to dance? It wasn’t that hard! She had already downloaded a program for popular dances for occasions such as this but maybe Ivan was nervous. Before she could say anything, Ivan slowly started to dance and she smiled brightly.
Slow dances seemed like a lot of fun and the romantic aspect of them flew right over her head. There was much that she still needed to learn about humans but she hoped that soon enough, she would be just like a real girl and Ivan would stop thinking of her as a bot.
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Post by arthur on May 2, 2012 11:22:35 GMT -5
Arthur slowly released the other man's wrist with a nod. He kept his eyes on the brunet as he slipped past, before turning to head to the table holding the champagne. He plucked a glass up and turned to examine the room, sipping at the beverage. Not his first choice of alcohol, but something to tide him over until he arrived home later that evening.
His gaze momentarily stayed on Allie and Ivan and Arthur chuckled quietly, a slight smile perking his features out of their standard glower. He shifted and stepped back to stand against the wall, out of the way of the partygoers and wait staff.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 2, 2012 14:34:05 GMT -5
It was on instinct that Lovino wanted to flee. Something about being caught like that left him without closure, without defense. He grew pale and his hands started to tremble, as if he were some mere amateur.
However, just when he decided he would quickly but casually exit the party, his conversation with the woman working for Bonnefoy for the night resurfaced in his mind. Right. Of course. He had promised, after all...
But his head needed clearing. With a soft noise of thanks, Lovino accepted a glass of something from one of the staff walking by with a tray. Then, he made his way a bit dizzily to the second-floor balcony. His mind was a blur, and he didn't think to check to make sure he was alone before he rested his arms on the balcony and let his head droop to lay on them.
"What an utter mess... An utter mess..."
Lovino stared at his glass of alcohol, still in his hand and resting on the railing, and didn't take a drink.
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Post by Kateryna Braginskaya on Jun 7, 2012 20:26:13 GMT -5
Kateryna was on cloud nine, she was enjoying her evening. And for the first time in a long time, she was even eyeing some women. She felt lively, which was a strange foreign feeling. Everything was going perfectly, that is until she looked to the dance floor.
It was strange, she thought that maybe she wouldn't have recognized him, not so instantly, how many years?
Too many.
She stepped away, turning around quickly, she placed her tray down on the table and ran up the stairs, she needed some air. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready.
Once she got to the balcony, Kateryna realised she wasn't breathing, and that she wasn't alone, but it was too late the damage was done. She started to cry. Not grossly loud, or noticeable, but her mascara would be running and her breathing hitched. Any minute now, she would start having hiccups. She moved to the railing, keeping her face away from the other person and tried to calm herself down. |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 7, 2012 22:10:21 GMT -5
"Yao's younger sister?" Francis repeated, surprised and yet not. "such a beauty related to Yao," he just left it at that and shook his head lightly. he then looked back at Matthew, "I thought for a moment you may have been, Mathieu's date~ But if this is the case, may I please escort you into my humble abode? "
He offered his arm to the pretty woman. and then looked from Matthew to Yao. "Bonjour mes amis, I am so happy you could spare some time in your busy schedule's. Welcome to the Bonnefoy home." He started to lead them inside.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jun 8, 2012 10:04:31 GMT -5
It was by instinct that Lovino was able to notice her. Even with his guard down, even feeling shaken, he was still... Overly alert. Aware.
At first, subtlety one over and he merely cast a glance to the side to see who had come up to the balcony. Immediately, he was aware that it was a woman. She was turned away from him, but he could still see quite clearly. And then that hair... The style was immediately familiar, and he abandoned the untasted glass of alcohol to go to her side.
Yes, it was the same lady he had asked to dance. When Lovino had last seen her she seemed happy, even giddy... What had changed? Now her posture was closed and unhappy. Plus, it appeared that...
She was crying. Lovino hated when women cried... Immediately all woes over getting caught pickpocketing were gone. He needed to help her feel better... Hesitantly, he folded her into his arms, leaving the embrace loose enough that she could push him away if she chose.
"What's wrong...? Please don't cry, signorina..."
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Post by Kateryna Braginskaya on Jun 8, 2012 23:47:24 GMT -5
The moment she felt arms around her, the hiccups arrived. She stepped back, surprised at the sudden tenderness, but she quickly recognized the young man from earlier. It took all her strength not to just throw her arms around him and cry. Instead, she tried to quell her hiccups with an emabrrased laugh.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry..." Hiccup. "I dit not think-" Hiccup. She blushed, and tried to wipe away her tears, tried to regain whatever composure she could, but then the the very fact that her brother- her little vanya - was here, in the same building as her seemed to bring another round of tears into her eyes. She wondered if she could cry like Alice and drown the party... |
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jun 10, 2012 13:04:58 GMT -5
There. He had performed a full circuit of the room, letting all that would recognize him lay eyes on him and exchange greetings with him. He could safely leave now, and if anyone asked about his departure, he could always claim another engagement. His driver and personal help had followed him the whole way, so once they reached the front of the room again, he handed the man his empty wine glass. "I'll wait outside," he said before the man ran off to return the glass. Then he turned and marched back out the front door. Stepping out into the cool and fresh evening air was nice, much better than inside. There were some other party guests gathered off to his side, as well as a valet standing outside. His driver came out and went to fetch the car, so he glanced around for anything else to see while he waited. There were people out on the balconies above, but nothing that stood out or captured his interest. To avoid boredom, he closed his eyes and just listened, hearing the quiet rumblings of speech with the occassional higher pitch of a female's voice, and the faint music from inside. The western district was much quieter than the rest of Eishoff. Barely any sounds of traffic or other industrial noise. Just stately homes with their lives politely muffled behind walls and fences. He breathed in. The sound of the evening wasn't sober, but neither was it happy. It wasn't dramatic, but it wasn't slow. It was calm and relaxing, with a hint of danger from the unknown. As he stood there, his hands slightly raised before him and moving in small gestures as if he were conducting music through its swells and falls, gently keeping the beat. It was the sound of his car pulling up that was out of place for the music, and it opened his eyes. The driver got out and held open the door for him. Without even glancing back at the party, Roderich climbed in and tried to mentally recapture the music he had heard, but found it had slipped away like dreams upon waking. [Austria exit, stage left. His mental music for the night can be heard here] |
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 13, 2012 15:24:58 GMT -5
At least the music wasn't too terribly fast-paced. Ivan knew he wouldn't have been any good at a fast dance, at least not at the moment. Once he could remember how to do it, he would have been better at it, but at the beginning, his knees tried to protest the fact that he could even do it at all.
Maybe he really ought to replace his own knees if they were going to give him such trouble. He could just draw up the schematics with instructions on how to do the procedure including the anesthetics, give them to Yong Soo, and then schedule himself an appointment with his own worktable. It had straps on it for a reason, but no one ever seemed to bother to ask him about it.
Oh well.
He could start work on such a scheme later. Currently he was a little busy spending time with his... well... He'd never really come up with a good word to describe his relationship to Allison. She was kind of like his nanny, always reminding him to eat, sleep, and take his vitamins (partially because he didn't get enough sun). She was kind of like a wife in the fact that she was the female head of the household. She was like a pet in that she kept them all company and could follow commands. With Yong Soo's experiments, she was almost like a toy. That wasn't fair though. None of those were really what she was like. If she'd been human, Ivan could have just classified her as his not-really-girlfriend or something like that.
Even though she was a bot, Ivan still wanted her to be happy and safe. She was a member of his household, legally a person or not. It was the least he could do for systematically stealing away her humanity and any hopes and dreams she may have had for herself as a human- Damn. He really was an awful person. No. No. He had to keep a smiling face in public. He could beat himself up over this some other time. Tonight, Allison seemed happy enough as they moved awkwardly on the dance floor, surrounded by people who seemed, luckily, completely oblivious to his mental storm.
(( I could have sworn I replied ages ago. Huh. There I go thinking again XD )) |
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Post by Allison Jones on Jun 13, 2012 22:30:53 GMT -5
Allowing herself to focus on the dance and nothing else, Allie found herself enjoying dancing very much. While it seemed that Ivan did not know what to do, he easily followed her steps and she had to fight back a laugh. Her dancing program that she had downloaded instructed that the male partner should lead the dance and yet she seemed to be doing most of the leading, as Ivan followed her on his shaky knees. Maybe she should find some medicine for him… He was always complaining about his knees, after all.
Glancing up at Ivan, she noticed his smile slipping before he seemed to force it back onto his face. That was strange… Was Ivan thinking about something bad? That would not do! She was supposed to take care of him and make sure he was happy! “Ivan? Is everything alright?”
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 14, 2012 17:39:03 GMT -5
Ivan paused at her question, no longer contently distracted by focusing on the dance itself. "Hm?" Why wouldn't everything be alright? He was at the abode of a good family friend. He was outside of his own home for once, forcing himself to be around people -- difficult for him to find comfortable as it was -- and he was dancing with a lovely lady bot that he didn't have to share with anyone else. Why wouldn't he be alright? Of course he was alright. He gave her a big smile, suppressing his concerns over other things to try and make her feel better.
"Everything is fine, Солнышко~" he said, trying to reassure her. "Do not worry so much~" Allison was always a worrier. Sometimes he wondered if that would ever be a problem for her circuits, but it was probably part of her programming and nothing to really fret about. She was probably built to handle the signal stress. |
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Post by soren on Jun 15, 2012 0:54:12 GMT -5
Soren sauntered towards the entrance cockily, very well aware of how askew he appeared. His shirt was untucked, his tie was crooked and he hadn't bothered to brush down his hair from that morning. Why? Because his parents had him come in their place, and no one, not Norge or any other rich jerk in Eishoff would force him to look presentable on his parents' behalf.
He walked past the group of people, not paying attention to anything beyond the champagne glasses not far from his reach.
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Post by Allison Jones on Jun 15, 2012 1:48:52 GMT -5
Allie let out a sigh of relief as Ivan confirmed that he was alright. Maybe he had just been thinking again. Sometimes he would get caught up in his thoughts and forget to eat or sleep, so it was part of Allie’s job to make sure that he did those things. “I’m glad that you are fine. You worry me sometimes!” She smiled, glad that he was doing alright and focused back on the dance.
As they moved slowly, she glanced around the room, watching other couples dancing and she wondered how many of them were bots like her. Was it normal to dance with your bot or was Ivan just doing this to be nice? Would he prefer a human girl to dance with instead of her? The thought made her frown slightly.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jun 21, 2012 12:14:33 GMT -5
"You don't need to apologize... Will you be alright...?"
Lovino didn't want to pry too far into this, because it seemed like she was starting to calm down at least a little, and he was wary of making her cry again. He wasn't really sure what to do, actually... And then it came to him.
Still holding her carefully he began to sway a bit. Both a soothing motion and the slow lead into the dance he had promised her. It didn't matter that the music was faint from here, or that they had a balcony instead of a ballroom. This... This, Lovino hoped, would make her smile.
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