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Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

Cain wouldn??t give a shit weather the princess liked or disliked her treatment, she was a fucking hostage, and he wasn??t going to make an exception to little Miss High and Mighty. God, if he knew his ears would be in danger of being permanently scarred, he would have demanded that he not take the shift at all. But as everyone knew, you were one of the many that Fate would loved wreck the lives of those who wished nothing more to be left alone. If the princess had been docile and quiet, like the rumors and information said strange for the ??cursed?? family?it would have been a blessing, any kidnapper or hostage taker would agree no matter how fun, it is much preferable if the hostage was meek and docile, shouts of angry are surely something you don??t wake to everyday. And you gave special admittance to those who were co-operative. Which the ravenette would try his best not to grant the royal, after the little brat was throwing a stupid tantrum that woke him from his nap. To be to the point, what woke him had been the shoe that had been so unkindly chucked at him. But for now, the thief was sleeping breathing calm and composed. It had been long nights and days, planning out the capture to the second, making sure everything was perfect, and he meant everything. The adrenaline rush, and the intensity of the focus of the plan had kept him up on two hours of sleep for a whole two months, and it was showing. For example, the only notice that he had shown that Gabriel was making a racket was turning over in his sleep, black bangs falling over closed eyes. Could the Prince really be that cruel to make a tired man wake from his slumber?? Apparently. Something collided with the man??s head, as he woke, swearing, clamping his hands down on his ears. Oh good Lord, did someone start a badly tuned opera? If someone was singing drunk again, he was going to fucking disembowel that person. Narrowed grey eyes caught sight of the ??princess?? and through his earmuffs, he could hear that the voice wasn??t as high as he was expecting from a girl, much less a princesses. Didn??t they prize being feminine over everything else? Well, there was the annoying coyness, innocence, and stupid fashion that they would always be hooked on. That??s why he gave up being the actual lure his patience span wasn??t as large as that. ??Shut up you fucking bitch!? He shouted back, glaring at the princess. More like wild animal, the golden hair messed up, the gown dirtied. Holy fucking shit, what had gotten into the bitchy little princess? Though there was the fact that she had been heavier than expected, and did her voice drop too low? That horrible screeching voice, not something to wake up to. What did she think she was, a banshee?listu
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

It appeared as though the prince wasn't giving up though, as he soon continued, Oh you're calling me a bitch, eh? I'm going to fucking rip a hole in your neck and pull your tongue out of it if you don't let me go! Taking off his other shoe, he had pelted it at the man who was sitting across from him. Apparently, this 'princess' wasn't going to go down without a fight. It would take much more than a simple insult to keep this one quiet, he was willing to scream and yell all night long. After all, being spoilt and rich gave you the opportunity to perfect your skills at being a brat. You're going to let me out, and you're going to let me go home so I can continue having fun at my own damn party! Grabbing a brooch off of the dress, he threw that next, obviously not finished with his assault upon the other male. Oh how he was going to torture every one of his captors! This young man wasn't going to just stand here and take this horrible treatment. He was going to make them pay for every single moment of this. They would certainly regret kidnapping him after he had worn them all out. I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to make sure you suffer every last damn breath! He hissed, pulling at his curls a bit in frustration. Not enough to pull any of those golden locks out, but enough to cause him more anxiety and anger. Apparently he wasn't very used to being forced to stay in one place for very long, let alone a terribly unsanitary dirty cell.
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

That hideous voice, it was horrible waking up to something like that. On a side note, Gabriel??s voice wasn??t atrocious, It was just very painful to wake up to someone screaming at you, like pins and needles going through your brain. And Cain had finally been able to fall asleep after all those nights, he wasn??t too pleased in getting something tossed his way. Gloved hands clamped over his sensitive ears, he glared at the one behind bars, his grey eyes full of loathing. Who the fuck did this prince think he was? Back home where he could bitch and whine and all the servants would fall head over heels trying to serve him? And what was with that attitude? The rumors were fucking wrong if they thought this was docile! Where those people drunk?! Another shoe hit him, and though it didn??t hurt, it sure pissed him off even more. What the fuck?! If he didn??t need to make sure the princess was supposed to be returned alive he would cut her into ribbon and feed her to the dogs! Cain snarled, opening his mouth, before the brooch sailed through the bars and hit him on the nose. ? With enough force to crush the jewelry, his fingers moved more to the rhythm of his fevered blood rather than his mind. Either way, both were urging him to murder the damned princess. Blinking through his dark bangs a moment later, he spotted one of his daggers embedded into the princess??s chest, a bit towards the left. Sighing raggedly, he glared at the person. ??Just fucking shut up. Next time, that would be your heart.? The wound wasn??t too deep, and she would survive. Or not, if she started to spew even higher tones of protest, he would kill her himself. So what if it would scar? Tch, remind that bitch where her place was.listu
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

Oh no, oh dear this didn't quiet down the prince at all. It had brought a look of shock to his face though, as a dagger was sticking out of his chest. Quiet for a few moments, he had pulled the dagger out of him, taking a few soft breaths. This was the calm before the storm, and his poor captor would have to deal with the consequences of his baiting and attack. This weapon, though, was simply flung back at Cain's shin, with the intent to just cause pain and not murder him. After all, Gabriel would be trapped down here if he killed the one who held the key to his escape. Though he might kill him anyways, only if he was close enough that he could get the keys when the man finally dropped dead. How.. dare you. His voice softly whispered, the wound in his chest healing up rather neatly. You.. you ruined my dress, my jewelry... I'm going to rip your eyes out. The young man hissed softly, his cruel words a stark contrast to his angelic appearance. Yes, I'm going to rip your eyes out, tie you to a post, and feed you to the damned crows... Then you'll scream in pain while begging for me to let you go from your torture... Here's a secret, I wouldn't let you go. Pulling at the bars of the cell, he seemed to be adamant on getting his freedom one way or another, even if he had to force such freedoms with persistence. You have no idea what you're dealing with... my family line is made to survive such indiscretions, I'm not going to die that easily. You could piece my heart, but it wouldn't matter, I would still be alive and kicking. Unfortunately for Gabriel, he had run out of things to throw, so he could only verbally harass the other. A prince... Why you would have the gall to kidnap a prince I don't know. But you will pay for it with your blood, and possibly your sanity if I keep having this opportunity to harass you. He remarked, laughing softly. Yes, it wasn't his sister they had kidnapped, just her ill tempered brother.
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

This was worse than a hangover, and Cain knew nothing worse than one of those, after being cooed by one of the braver generals that had a bit too much ??water of life??, hence no fear of getting mutilated by a stray dagger, even when his mouth ran dry cursing at him until no tomorrow, the ravenette had gulped down a stray glass of?Something. The next day he woke up with a slamming headache, dry throat, ugh? How could anyone stand drinking was beyond him. But this, someone screeching their lungs out why the hell wouldn??t she shut up? God, she had the vocal cords of a banshee what did she do? Ah yes, practice by shouting out orders to the spineless maids and butlers that loitered around the castle. Thank god. The princess had finally calmed down, and he removed his hands, almost tentatively, a slight ringing sound still echoing in his ears. Ugh. But a low snarl, a short curse, as Cain??s smoky eyes flickered towards the princess, nearly drilling holes in her with the intensity of his glare. Pale fingers wrapped around the dagger??s hilt, that damned bitch had actually a pretty good aim? Before pulling it out, hissing slightly. It wasn??t too deep, from her position in the cell, it wouldn??t have done much damage, it would have fallen out anyways if he moved. But still, it hurt like a motherfucker. Wiping the blade, his eyes caught sight of the wound?Healing. What the? Blinking thrice in succession, were those rumors true? Demonic family, near immortal? His lips curled into an unconscious snarl. A wolf in sheep??s clothing, if the princess??s docile appearance was to go by. ??I highly doubt it, your highness.? There was a mocking sneer when he addressed the person behind bars, still miffed by the injury. Reaching underneath the bed for the medical supply kit heavens knows why they put it there, but still, it was good that they did, as he bound his wound, even as the other hissed verbal threats at him. Strange difference to the usual hostages, but it still annoyed him. ??That makes you a monster.? It was a quiet note, as eyes darted up, finishing bandaging the godforsaken wound. Wait?Prince? ? No wonder his voice was so fucking low, there weren??t much curves to him either, not that he cared. ??If you??re a prince.? Cain stressed out the last words, ??Why the fuck are you wearing a dress?? He finished, rubbing his temples. He was still of royal linage, no big deal. Ugh?. But that was bit of a shocker. Didn??t the person know the difference between a male and a female?! Cain, however, refused to think that the prince had slipped back his radar as well. ??Only if you get out from behind that jail cell, and frankly, I doubt that will happen.? Cain replied, snorting, stone eyes cold with distaste. ??Now, if you would fucking shut your mouth I would like to get back to sleep.? Cain didn??t want to deal with this, not now anyways he was stuck in the high defense jail with a lunatic prince. Ugh, what could possibly go wrong? listu
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

It doesn't matter what you doubt and what you believe. Either way, I'm going to injure you beyond comprehension, you will regret making me angry. He was now pacing around his prison cell, obviously growing tired of this confinement rather quickly. He hardly had the patience to deal with such a situation for an extended period of time. He was just used to getting exactly what he wanted when he asked for it. I don't see why you'd attempt to take someone of my lineage anyways, it wouldn't prove to be fruitful. After all, my family will realize I'm missing from my own party and go to look for me! I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to find your hideout, by how stupid you are, I doubt you could hide me anywhere good. You'll be fighting against the invincible anyways... I'm wearing a dress, by the way, because cross dressing is the theme of the dance! Good job on researching what you were doing... I'm surprised you even managed to take me with how stupid you are. Not only did you not do proper research, but you kidnapped the wrong royal. Though, this did prove that the stories about his sister were correct. She was a sweet girl, who was mild mannered and helped anyone out she could. In fact, she was the exact opposite of her cold-hearted brother. For, despite her ability to survive nearly everything and anything, she never took advantage of it. She was just happy to be given the life she had, instead of testing the limits of it constantly. Which basically meant that her and Gabriel had nothing in common other than blond hair and blue eyes. Oh, and I don't care if you call me a monster. It's much better being a monster that can survive anything, than a mere human who could simply be killed with cuts alone. Scoffing at the other male, he had finally sat down upon an old straw cot, pulling the fine clothing closer to himself. And I'll get out of here eventually, you mark my words. The moment you let your guard down, I'm going to slit your throat and kill you. It's only a matter of time, so don't bother getting too smug with yourself. When he had spoke of sleeping, Gabriel decided his torturing of Cain wasn't over yet. No, I'm going to wake you up every single time you nearly go to sleep, just to drive you insane. That, and I hate you enough to do such a thing to you, brat.
Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

What the hell was wrong with this man? Oh god, didn??t he know when someone wanted sleep? Did Cain need to cut out his tongue just to make him shut up? Then again, if he did, there would be this whole problem of ??damaging the hostage?? and all that crap. Sometimes he hated his job but there was nowhere else to turn, the corrupted society run by the noble family. Which spawned this little...demon in front of him. And oh how much Cain already did regret angering the prince all he wanted was sleep was it that hard to ask? Maybe, to the imprisoned Prince, it might have been. Cain wanted to throw something at him but than, the stupid noble might just chuck it back or something. Good thing that he didn??t need to go into the jail to get the dagger back, and at least he threw it while he was still awake. Things one could do while the other was asleep, namely ending his life. Cain just took a pillow and covered his head with the feathery object, but he could still hear the other talking through it. ??Geeze. I wonder why.? Why was he even talking to the prince? ??Let??s see, you??re a prince, and your family is royal. Oh, I don??t know. The money, perhaps?? His voice was sarcastic, as the thief tried to muffle the other??s voice. Still no luck. What kind of party is that? A pretty stupid one. ??Tch, what??s the occasion? Oh, don??t answer that. It??s most likely a stupid one as well, vying the fact that a boy is wearing a dress.? How humiliating for one to crossdress . ??Well, if stupid old us managed to catch you, you must have been stupider to fall for it.? Cain growled through his teeth. ??Besides, a royal is a royal it doesn??t matter who, as long as well have one.? Gah, maybe not, maybe the girl would have been more docile, and silence. When he said that the hostages needed a change in pace he meant that he wanted them to stop bawling their heads off every ten seconds! Defiantly. That he could agree. Humans were fragile, weak creatures... A thousand ways to be die and a million to be injured. But there a moment??s silence, and it seemed that the other had finally stopped talking. ??Brat?? Turning over, he glared at the other, ??Brat? Who are you calling a brat, you can??t be older than me!? With the innocent eyes, and cherubic face, the Prince couldn??t be older than him. Tch. ??As if you don??t need sleep yourself.? The bandit shot back. ??When you get out of that cage with a weapon or something, I??ll start worrying.? Cain stretched out on the cot, before grey eyes that were open started to droop, before they closed, and his breathing evened out. listu
Thread: Kill the Lights (liynn ~ v a l e n t i n e)

Who? Tyler Aiden Craft. Where? The Grammys after party. Wearing? A suit tailored exclusively for him by Gucci that he didn't even pay for. Aiden couldn't believe it, he had just attended the Grammys. He had walked the red carpet with such stars as Britney Spears, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Will Smith, and Madonna herself. This was insane, absolutely insane. It seemed that just yesterday he was back in his hometown working at Starbucks and it practically was. In less than six months he had released his first single which was already at the top of the charts and his album was due to release in a few weeks which was practically confirmed for a number one spot, if his single sales were any indication as to how much his album would sell. He was in absolute awe as he stepped out of his car and what seemed like a thousand lights flashed before his eyes. Paparazzi were everywhere outside of the mansion where the Grammy after party was being held and they certainly seemed intent on getting the newcomer's picture. We love you Aiden! The paps shouted out to him, most of the voices in heavy accents as their cameras clicked over and over again. The blond blushed and waved at them, shielding his face as he walked past them and bodyguards escorted him inside. He wasn't used to all the attention he gained from his instant success, especially from the paparazzi. They were probably just paying special attention to him because he was fresh meat. He was young Hollywood and they always were the ones with the most scandal. They were the ones who started all the drug habits and the ones who were always cheating on each other, or at least most of them were, the ones who were interesting and always in the tabloids, anyway. Hello! Hello! Welcome to our little party! The hostess said with a large, fake grin as she pulled the boy inside and out of the doorway. Inside the party, after Aiden's eyes adjusted to the rather dim lighting, he noticed even more celebrities. These were more of his age group, seeing as Lindsay Lohan, Robert Pattinson, and Daniel Radcliffe were just a few who were present. Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. The boy said with a small smile, only to be pushed away by the hostess as another, more famous celebrity stepped inside. Aiden sighed as he simply stepped off and took a seat in a room where people were mingling, sitting back in the chair and taking out his phone, checking the time. It wasn't late at all and his management ordered him that he stay for a while to keep up appearances, it looked as if this was going to be quite a boring night.
Thread: Kill the Lights (liynn ~ v a l e n t i n e)

Cherries. The taste of cherries lingered on the man's lips. Delicious the young girl was. Ready to meet some stars my dear? he asked the young blonde as he disentangled himself from her. His driver opened the door. With a smile he shielded his eyes from the many flashes of cameras. All eyes were on the man and his date as they exited the car. Erie, Erie, is this your new girlfriend? asked one of the many paparazzi as he walked down the red carpet with the woman. He was dressed in a laid back clothes as usual not one to get all dressed up unless he felt it was needed. He wore a button up long sleeved white shirt, a pair of black jeans, and white addidas with black stripes. His hair was styled so that his bangs were in his face and the rest was spiked. We love you ERIE!! the fangirls and fanboys screamed as he walked by with his date. How does it feel to be in the limelight? he asked as the entered the party. It took a couple of seconds for his vision to adjust to the light but they did. Blinking sharply he ran his fingers through his dark bangs. It's quite exciting Erie... she replied pressing close to him as they walked. Wow Erie, no moping? questioned Brad Pitt asked as he approached him with Angelina on his arm. Oh you know that's such a waste. There'sthere's no use is crying over spilled milk. he told the blonde with a grin. The woman on his arm tried so hard not to burst out and scream. There was BRAD PITT in front of her. She would've asked for an autograph but she remembered that Erie had advised her not to act like a child. He pulled the woman away and they continued to converse with numerous stars like, Hugh Jackman, Katie Holmes, and Tom Cruise. Finally he got to the person he was interested in. Aiden. What an interesting little pop star he was. Omigod it's Aiden Eire.. she squealed softly. Remember what I said dear pet. Be on your best behavior. I can easily replace you... and grab one of the many fangirls out there screaming my name. he told her with a smile. Erie and the woman weren't in a relationship--unless you considered a one night stand and a promise to see stars was one, he was pretty sure they weren't. His agent told him to bring a date and he did. Aiden... he said with a smile. It's nice to finally see you up close. How does it feel to live the Hollywood life? he asked.listulistu
Thread: Kill the Lights (liynn ~ v a l e n t i n e)

Aiden, unlike most celebrities who were here, was freaking out about being so close to Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman, Angelina Jolie, and pretty much everyone else. This was insane! He was just a pathetic little boy peddling out his little demos to anyone who would listen to them a few months ago and now he was this huge star with people actually coming up to him, wanting to know about him. This was frightening and amazing all at the same time. Frightening because he just saw Erie walk in the door and amazing because the man was actually walking over to him with some girl on his arm. Holy shit. You see, before Aiden became this big celebrity he was one of Erie's fans. In fact, so was pretty much all of America. Girls and gay boys wanted to be with him and straight guys wanted to be him. He was Hollywood's most famous player, womanizer, man-whore, whatever you wanted to call him. He was always seen with the hottest young ladies of Hollywood and even some of the classier ones who were expected to be too good for a one-night stand. Well, they were, until they met Erie. The man was rumored to have the most charming personality in Hollywood and could get any girl to sleep with him, that rumor was most likely true. Hello there...um, Erie. Aiden said as he stood up to greet him, putting his hand out to shake. The boy was told by his manager to be on his best behavior today and he wasn't going to disappoint. It feels good, I'm a bit nervous about seeing everyone here, not to mention you. He let out a nervous laugh, smiling at the male.