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i say yes. i'm currently on a site that has an OC Showcase, and it is veryy organized. If we could do that, it would save alot of trouble for open RP makers.
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Since it seems a fair number of you want this as well. I'll make it happen along with the Maid Manor a hotter topic RP subforum.
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Oh giiiirl, you just made my day. I thank everyone who's rping in the Maid Manor. They make that place hot.
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You're very welcome. Another thought that occurred to me since making the character subforum and the one for Maid Manor......... would you guys like another one specifically for OOC chatter????????? That way it can clear up anything over in 'other' and it'll be sort of self contained in OR.
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Oh dark gives cyber hug your too good. Way too good. We should have a metal system. I would so give you a metal for bei g thoughtful and hardworking....that be two metals. Thank you. I and no doubt Sinful will appreciate it as well.
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Go for it, Darkangel
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And done....... if you guys could list off what threads need to be moved from 'other' to OR's OOC, let me know and I'll take care of it. Glad you guys all like this.
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I just realized I sp elled metal instead of medal. But thank you dark, we appreciate it. Will do you good girl.
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Time for me to spruce up Maid Manor.
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Oh? Do tell bliss. If you don't mind.
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XD No worries, Lustfull, I fully understood what you meant. Again, you're welcome. Just trying to make sure that things you guys want that also totally make sense to be implemented are done. Awww...
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Yeah, well, 'back in the day' I didn't have to pay my own bills. The slum side of town looks a lot nicer when you realize living expenses are more than halved. He said with a shrug, putting the wine bottle away. No use in opening it just for one glass. Man, you've still got that dimple... He said with a wide grin as he took a seat. His grin faded as he noticed how eagerly Olli was eating, he had to wonder how long it had been since the other had eaten. He worked on his own meal for a while, listening as the other spoke. Me? I've been... alright. It's nice, being on my own. I mean, the lack of money's a pain, but it's the price of freedom, right? He shrugged. My piercings? Ah, let's see... He counted them up quickly, Fourteen total.... These are my newest, and my ink... He stood, lifting his shirt with one hand, and sagging his pants with the other to show off the small bird framed by the stud through each hip. He liked the brand, despite what it stood for, and he highly doubted someone like Olli would recognize a brothel brand. I've had the tattoo for a while now, but the piercings are only about two months old. He sat back in his chair, finishing his meal. Want more? He offered, There's plenty. He took his plate to the sink, dishing more for Olli whether he wanted it or not, then sat again. Oleander... look... I... It was starting to get late, he'd have to leave for work before long, it couldn't wait. Do you have anywhere to stay tonight? He asked, the expression on his face daring Olli to even think about lying to him. I'm not going to pry, I'm just saying... I have a hide-a-bed if you need a place to crash for a while.... it's getting cold out.
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Oleander smiled a bit as his dimple was brought in to conversation. He swallowed roughly before speaking again and with a shrug he answered. Yeah, can't seem to spit the damn thing out. I lost the other one back when I was like 6, why this one is so resistant, I have the slightest fucking idea. But I hate the damn thing. He explained casually before turning back to his plate. He watched intently as the other male began to count the piercings and his brows raised at the risque place meant of his last two, which were placed dangerously close to the thin mans happy bits. Classy, he teased before taking another bite of food. Before he could reject a second helping, which he originally intended to do, he found that the plate at seemed to replenish it's self and he eyed the man curiously, feeling that tension at somehow slithered its way into the room and around his neck. He winced a bit as the other man began to spoke finding it rather disheartening that he could tell that he was homeless so easily. Was it really that apparent? Really? He had always thought that he did well for himself considering the situation. But seeing that Luca hit the nail directly on the head within what seemed to be a few minuets of being around him it certainly didn't seems so. He clinched his jaw a bit as he swallowed his pride and kept his temper form flaring, remaining quite for a few moment. Then that trademark dimple reappeared on the side of his face and he frowned a bit before shoving another bit of food in to his mouth. What are you talking about? He asked after he swallowed. I have a place two cities over. I told you I just came down to visit my mom. She's doing pretty well actually. He said trying to change the conversation as quickly as he could. Besides, I can't stay the night, you have work. He finished off a-matter-of-factually. So how are you're folks doing anyway?
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Luca wasn't a psychic, that 'oh shit' expression told him he'd been dead on, but if Olli wanted to play it off... well, he could play along. Speaking of work, I have to leave pretty soon... What time do you need to leave tomorrow? I'll get you to work on time, and even treat you to breakfast first. He coaxed, hoping Olli would just agree. It'd be nice not to have to come home to an empty apartment... Besides, you don't want to be traveling tonight anyway, it's pouring rain. Come on, don't make me beg. He ignored the question about his parents, he wasn't about to set onto that topic, but the way Olli mentioned his mother seemed to strike a wrong note. He didn't know what 'note' should have been there, but by the way he said it, 'doing pretty well' wasn't it. I insist, Olli, I won't take no for an answer. He said finally, Give me a hand folding the bed out, I'll get some blankets for you and show you where the towels are, then I've got to get to work.
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Olli let out a sigh and scracthed the back of his neck uncofratbly as he looked at the clock. Time had gone by so quickly and the idea of sleeping in a bed for once was awfully appeling to him but he just couldn't make himself agree. He had been cleared out of so many places since he was on the street and lost so many friends over the same problem, that he just didn't like stay in someone Else's home, even if it was only for one night. As the rain was brought up he looked to the window to see a quick bolt of lightning flash thought he sky and the sound of thunder promptly followed. Yeah, he was going to have to find somewhere to say to night but he couldn't say here, the deepo was open till 2. Nah, I need to get home man. I just stopped by to see how you were doing and me being her for one night wont fix the fact that you need to get a chick to come home to. He teased as he raised from the table and brought his plate to the sing. I have some shit to take care of before tomorrow, besides, you fed me dinner and that makes me one happy man.Thanks for the offer though.
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Luca frowned as lightning flashed across the sky, and he glanced at the clock. He didn't have time for this. Look, cut the bullshit already, I've known you for ages, you think I can't tell when you're lying? You're underweight, your clothes are rather worse for wear, and when I brought the subject up your face pretty much gave away any hope you had left of hiding it. He said firmly, seeming to have snapped. I've been there Olli, I know what it's like, and you know me better than to think I'm going to let you go out and be a bum in the middle of a thunderstorm. He took a moment, catching his breath and his temper. Please, just for tonight, so I don't have to worry about you? He ran a hand across his forehead with a sigh, tucking his bangs behind his ear. Please?
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Oleander's jaw clenched slightly as he Luca started in on him. I'm not- He tried to interrupt but as quickly cut off at the tongue as his friend began to list off reasons as to why he knew he wasn't being completely honest with him. His brows creased heavily as the read head finished off his statment. He took a deep breath and raised his hands as if to surrender Woah, simmer down spitfire. He teased, using an the old childhood nickname as a way to calm the sitaution down. Alight, I'll kick back for tonight He impasised as if to make his pont clear. But, I want you to undesrtand that I didn't get in touch with you in order to have somewhere to stay for tonight. I've been on the streets for a while now, I'm not here for a meal ticket. You promise me that you understand that and I'll promise you that I'll stay. Thunder crashed out side of the small him causing him to tighten a bit And you're right. It's freezing nut sacks out there...
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Luca seemed to relax when Oleander gave in, I understand. He said as he moved into the livingroom, tossing the cushions out of the way before pulling the bed out. You're on your own from here, blankets, sheets, and towels are all in the closet at the end of the hall- bathroom's the first door on the left. He said, trying to think of anything else Olli might need, Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, I wanna see another ten pounds on you before you leave. He said as he vanished down the hall. He slipped into his room, locking the door behind him. He stripped, then set to his usual routine. Cologne, black leather short-shorts over electric blue fishnets, black boots... he paused, how was he going to get out the door without Olli seeing him? There was no way he'd get away with an outfit like that without questions, and he wouldn't have time to change at the club. He gave a sigh and grabbed the leather jacket that went with the outfit, pulling it on along with a black collar that fit neatly around the neck of the jacket. If he was lucky, the tight clothing would be easily hid under his sweatshirt and a pair of black slacks. He pulled these on, zipped the sweatshirt up as high as it would go, and checked his reflection. It would get him out of the house at least. His makeup though... he'd have to do that at the club, he didn't have a choice. He threw the lot of it into a bag and pocketed it before grabbing his keys and phone and heading for the door. Olli, I'm running late, do you need anything else before I go? He called, stopping at the door.
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Oleander let out a sigh as the subject was dropped, though he still didn't quite belie that the other was taking him all to seriously. But fact was, he was serious. As soon as the day started he was going to head out. Though, he was more then likely to start visiting his friend more often now that he had his address. He nodded a bit before he set off to collect the things that he needed to make his bed and before he knew it his friend was calling for him as he was leaving the front door to head off to work. He hadn't gotten much of a look at him, seeing as he was tucked beneath a jacket. He had noticed though, that he could see his legs which, in retrospect, was rather odd considering the weather. Oleander didn't question it to much assuming it was some sort of uniform for his work but it did make him question were exactly he worked at. Nah! He called back as he pulled a towel from the linen closet and flung it over his shoulder before he headed towards the bathroom to hop in to the shower. I'mma just take a shower and crash. Feels like I haven't slept in a week. He said with a chuckle before he walked in to the bathroom Have fun at work. He said before closing the door. It seemed like an hour passed before Oleander stepped out of the bathroom. He would probably still be in there had he not run out of hot water about 5 minuets before he stepped out. It wasn't all to pleasant standing in the freezing water but he knew it would be a while before he could take another shower so he'd figured he'd drag it as long as he possibly could. His amber eyes skimmed the apartment once again as he stepped on the to carpet with is bared feet, now that he was alone in seemed a lot more barren then he first thought it was. Though, still, it was a nice place and he certainly wasn't complain about being here for the night rather then out in the storm. He wondered in to the kitchen and quickly cleaned up the mess from dinner as he did so he found his mind wondering back to his friend and how much he didn't know about him anymore. Why did he leave him in his apartment by himself. They hadn't seen each other in years and yet he insisted on letting him stay and then left him alone. For all he knew he could have robbed him blind by the time he got back. Of course he wouldn't, but still the precept was there. And where did he work? That was another question that past through his mind. He left at 7 in the Pm to go to work? Maybe a diner or something? He didn't know but the way he slipped out of the house sort of made him uneasy, that was for sure. Shaking the thoughts from his head he let another sigh force it's way past his lips as he flicked the extra water form his hands and made way to the living room where her flopped down on his bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Luca fumbled with his keys. It had been a long night.. long was an understatement... an understatement of an understatement... god he was tired. He'd been late, thanks to having to put his makeup on, and he'd been saddled with a customer that was well known for getting rough with his partners. Of course, he was used to that, but this... this was different. The man had been banned from the club after taking things so far. He ached... everything ached... He'd forgotten his sweatshirt and pants in his hurry to leave, and his leather outfit, well... the fishnets weren't fit to be worn again, and the button on his shorts had popped clean off. Still he wore them, trusting the zipper to keep him covered. The bastard he'd slept with had tossed him around like a ragdoll, and fucked him until he was certain he was about to die with a dick in his ass- Speaking of ass... shit, he hadn't been hurting this badly since his first time. He had a black eye and a busted lip, as if shredding his ass hadn't been enough, and bruises were already flowering on his ribs. His makeup was smeared and his hair was a mess... It wasn't his fault he'd forgotten entirely about Olli... at least, until now. He stood at the door, soaking wet from having to ride his motorcycle in the rain. He'd have to sneak in... he'd have to be silent, stealthy... he couldn't possibly let Olli see him like this. He slid the door open with all the silence of a falling leaf in the dead of night. He crept across the entryway with all the stealth of a supremely trained assassin. He crossed the dark kitchen with the grace of- THUD... CLATTER... NHHHGGG SHITTT! Before he could think of another shitty analogy he'd accidentally introduced his legs to a kitchen chair. He lay on the kitchen floor, face planted against the tile, shin aching, the chair that had assaulted him on it's back from his shin-attack. Graceful. Reaaally graceful. Graceful, and loud. If that hadn't woken Olli, the kid would had to have been comatose to sleep through it. He lay there, partially because he had high hopes that Olli hadn't heard, or if he had, wouldn't care enough to check it out... and partially because he ached too much to move.
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Fact was, Oleander wasn't a deep sleeper. On the streets you couldn't afford to be or someone could easily steal what little belongings you did have with you. He had seen someones shoes get taken right off their feet before, so he had adapted to just not sleeping hard. He had heard the door open and he work up right then though he didn't say anything in order to keep from bothering the man right after work. His eyes moved over to the clock noting that is was nearly 4 am by the time he got back, which made that wondering sensation return as he watched the showdowns figure before him, somewhat, limp in to the kitchen. Thought he darkness he really couldn't see much but when he heard a large CLUNK followed by what seemed to be the painful curses of his old comrade he smiled tauntingly and kicked the covers off of him. It was only a matter of seconds before he found himself leaning against the wall of the kitchen, he reached over and clicked on the light just about to say something sarcastic before noticed the blood leaking out on to the floor. The fuck? He questioned as he started over to his friend. Are you okay man? He asked as he slowly turned him over by his shoulder finally getting a good look at his face. His stomach turned and he closed his mouth... he knew what this man did for a living. Which explained fully why he didn't care that he, himself, was homeless. Luca was a hooker... or at least a stripper, nether of which were a profession that held much pride. The make up... clothing... or lack there of and the bruises reminded him all to much of some of the females he had been around who were stuck in the same profession. What the fuck happened to you? He said as he looked over the newly forming bruises. Who did this? What the hell are you waring? His voice began to raise with each question. He didn't know why he was speaking in only questions but it seemed to do rather well in getting his point across so he figured he might as well stick to what works. What the fuck are you thinking!? Are you even thinking? How long have you been fucking doing this Luca? This is you definition of a job? This is dangerous! Are you trying to get yourself killed out there, this is San Fransisco California! It's one of the most dangerous places to be in the states, you could Aids or be killed! Or... Fuck... you're face looks horrible. He stopped himself, as he brushed a finger over the newly forming bruise on the side of the mans face. Go set on the couch, we need to get you cleaned up. He said as he tried to help the man up.
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He groaned as he heard footsteps, then the motion towards the light switch- Wait, don't- Too late. Olli hadn't even been there a full day, and already he'd blown it. What the fuck do you think happened? I tripped. He said, eyes closing as Olli yelled at him, his growing realization apparent with every question. It had been a long time since anyone had cared, and even if it did piss him off, it was sort of... refreshing. You're done yelling then? He questioned in a more than irritated tone as he peeled himself off the floor, frowning at the blood. His lip had split again, he could feel it. 'S'not as bad as it looks, I just bleed a lot... He said as he opted for the chair's help instead of Olli's- as if even touching his friend would taint him. Of course, the chair had betrayed him once, and had no shame in doing it again, and after landing on the floor a second time, he finally accepting help from a more trustworthy source. He swayed slightly, the light brighter than he remembered. Nah, bathroom- I don't want to get blood on anything. He said as he pulled away, limping off on his own towards the bathroom. Just... go back to bed, forget you saw this... convince yourself you're dreaming hn? He said bitterly as he stepped into the bathroom. This isn't exactly something I wanted you to see. Wow... he caught his reflection and had to stare a moment. Olli was right, he looked like shit. Between the smeared makeup and the beating, he hardly looked like himself. He leaned against the counter, turning the water on as he tried to stay vertical. Once it got hot, he set to work cleaning his face, wincing now and then as he brushed over still sensitive wounds. At least he looked human again once he was done. His eye was still black, and his lip was still bleeding sluggishly, but at least he'd gotten rid of the worst of it.
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Olleander's eyes narrowed at Luca's response, finding the sarcasm to be more then uncalled for at the moment. You know what? No, I'm not done yelling. He said in a dry voice as his help as easily brushed off. He raised an eyebrow and watched as his friend struggled to remove himself from the floor, only to fall again with an indefinite thud that brought a smirk to the his thin lips. He let out an exasperated sigh as the male in front of him finally reached out for his assistance. Oh, I can help now? He said sarcastically as he pulled the male up. He allowed his hand to rest on the small of the others back in order to support him as he swayed slightly. Before he could say anything else Luca started off towards the bathroom, leaving some snide remark hanging in the wind about how he should just ignore the situation. Now, despite his usually short temper Olleaiander, was trying to help, which was something he rarely did for anyone he was trying to stay calm and understand the situation. He was trying not to fly off the handle and beat the living hell out of Luca for being so stupid. But Luca was making it so damn hard for him to do anything but bitch about his half-hazardous choices. Sure, it had been years since they last spoke and he knew perfectly well that people changed in time but he had hoped he would have changed for the better, not in to something so... degrading. Yeah, it's not necessarily something I wanted to see, but since I did there is no way I'm just going to fucking ignore it. Ollander clenched his jaw irritably before he started after the man. As he got to the bathroom he leaned against the door frame and peered in to the mirror using it as somewhat of a filter to keep himself from snapping. Well, don't you look lovely. He said smugly. Man, here I thought I was in a bad place, but I guess it pays right? He started off with a smirk but it quickly faded in to a threatening seriousness. Sit down. He said before turning and walking in to the kitchen were he gathered a bowl of ice and submerged a spoon in to the cold before he returner Sit. He said again, this time with a bit more force as he gestured to the toilet.
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It's not as bad as you're making it out to be. He said calmly, too tired to flare up. Getting the shit beaten out of me isn't the norm, this is only the second time it's happened- and the first time I fucking deserved it. He dabbed at the blood again before it could drip down his chin, It pays the bills, keeps a roof over my head, and food on the table- and that's more than you can stake a claim to. When was the last time you had a real meal, huh? He frowned at his reflection, Fucking hell, that's going to be there a while isn't it... He said, fingers tracing over the bruised skin around his eye, My regulars aren't going to be happy about that. Well, then again, it wasn't his face they were paying for... He pulled off his jacket and tossed it in the laundry basket, You're in no place to judge me Olli. He took a seat, knowing better than to argue. He could barely stay standing. Be quick, you have no idea how badly I need a shower right now. He called as Olli headed for the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back, and froze when his fingers met with something sticky. Shit... that's just nasty. He mumbled when he realized it wasn't blood. He turned, leaning against the back of the toilet, head resting on folded arms. By the time Olli returned, he was out- his body too exhausted to stand a chance at staying up.