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Events
Spring break has finally kicked off! All the students are now enjoying their two weeks of freedom without any classes. With the seniors graduating this year the school has decided to host their annual Masquerade ball for everyone in town. Yes, even people from the neighboring town are invited to the ball. With the student council and the staff working overtime the ball is finally ready! Yet something is different about this year's event. It may be because the senior members of student council decided to go out with a bang,
Post by Noalani Aikane on Feb 28, 2017 0:00:33 GMT -5
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[attr="class","typelyrics"]Seconds, hours, so many days Every moment lasts foreverHere I am still holding on Just when you think the road is going nowhere.They take you by the hand and show you There are no boundaries
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[attr="class","typetext"] Noalani was still trying to wrap his mind around how Dakota could be so stupid at times. For as long as they have known each other, his subclass had the nerve, lack of respect to think that he, Noalani Aikane. Would lie to him. That he would go behind his back and be with someone else. For as much as he loved him, which in all honestly was more then the brunette could grasp probably. That didn't change the fact that he was annoyed at him. That he'd let it slid that Dakota thought that there was any way in the world noalani would cheat, let alone have two lovers at once. Did he really think that he was that type of person? Taking a deep breath noa found himself pinching his nose. Telling Dakota to go to work. To stop slacking that today wasn't the day to just laze around.
Okay he was slightly mad at the boy but he'd get over it by tomorrow. It took him three days to just let it go. Today was day two, so he wasn't going to be his normal self. Or how Zach would say it. He wasn't going to have none have a lend on him. With Dakota resting Noalani had actually took the half of an hour to himself, collecting his thoughts. Tossing his arm over his eyes he just found it ironic. Shouldn't he, Noalani, be the jealous one? Although if he stopped and let himself think about it a moment it was rather sweet to think that dakota was jealous because of him, over him rather. So he knew he couldn't stay mad, he should be flattered right? Once he had his mind calm and clear he forced himself to get up.
Walking over to the fridge he figured he'd grab a snack before going into his shift. Although.. when he looked in there he noticed he was out.. But why? He was almost sure that he had stocked up on them.. Oh right he ate allot last night when he got upset. Laughing a bit to himself he just sighed and closed it back. Heading towards his bedroom door he grabbed his boots, sliding them on he gave a low groan when he pulled his jacket together. Tossing the hood over his head he decided a nice walk would help him more anyways. Waving at his bouncer Noalani headed out the back exist. Making his way to the local store he decided to look around a bit for some things. It seemed like Dakota had picked up a habit of eating allot of mangos lately.. so he'd pick some up while he was at it.
After grabbing two packs of tomatoes he done the same with the Mango's. It was weird to think that Dakota was actually eating fruit now. Even more if it was because the ice cream shop date. Shaking his head he walked over to pay for his stuff. His face lacking any emotions, care even. Handing the money over to the lady he headed back down the street. He was right. A nice night stroll was allot better then sitting in his room just staring at his eyelids. Reaching in his bag he wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going. Fully focused on grabbing a snack from his bag. After grabbing one of the ripped red tomatoes out he sunk his fangs into them, like one would when you was about to drink from others. So much better then real blood, this way he wouldn't have to worry about losing control or someone screaming because they was bitten.
Post by Myron Kotov on Feb 28, 2017 11:20:48 GMT -5
ТЫ ИЩЕШЬ И СВЕТИШЬ
БОЖЕ, Я ВЕРНУСЬ
Myron stood, using his left hand to balance his weight as he leaned against the punch in, punch out desk, He came into an early shift today, so he got off early as well. He sighed as he picked himself off of the desk, making his way towards the door. He opened it, and quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him gently. He stopped in his tracks for a moment and looked around the bar. He was glad he was leaving, the place was buzzing with people. He looked over to see who was on duty. No one he's ever worked with before to say the least. But he knew for a fact they'd sure be busy tonight. Without further ado, he started heading towards the exit. He stepped outside, shutting the a little less gently and observed the sky. The stars were out, and night was young and fresh. Definitely a good night to go out drinking for once. He'd consider it a treat for himself.
Next stop should be home. He had to change out of his work uniform. Why they didn't just keep the uniform on the bar's property was a mystery to him. Maybe it's because they didn't have a room where they could privately change clothes in nor did they have a place to leave their clothes at without making the staff room look like a mess had something to do with it, but still. The man could dream. But first, he decided to head over to the convenient store instead of home. He could go for a little snack. Ideally a nice honey and oats granola bar. Hopefully they had his favorite brand in stock. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating on the go, so he'd eat it when he got home.
As he came near the market, he ended up bumping into someone. He shook his head twice in surprise, coming to realize he must've been spacing out as he was walking, seeing as he didn't even notice the slightly taller man. The man he bumped into had white-blue hair and red eyes. Those were the first things he noticed about him anyways. Then again, hair and eye color were always the first thing he noticed about anyone so it wasn't out of the ordinary. "Ah. Sorry about that." He apologized. Hopefully he wasn't the kind to get all aggressive when something like this happened. The thing he wanted least right now was a fight. But the other man seemed to be distracted himself as well. So he assumed a fight wasn't likely.
Post by Noalani Aikane on Feb 28, 2017 22:03:42 GMT -5
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[attr="class","typetext"] Gasping when he suddenly felt someone run into him he watched the tomato he had been snacking on fly out of his hand. Shaking his head he just looked over at the other with a bored expression. There was little to no emotion written on his face. Deep bags under his eyes. Reaching a hand up to his mouth he gave a soft Yawn. Ah, don't worry about it. at least your nice enough to apologize." He spoke in his normal monotone voice. Glancing over at the other he found it different, strange he couldn't see the boys eyes. Normally one would be hidden, not both! then again who was he to judge on appearances? The thing that had caught his attention more then his hair was his uniform. So he was from the bar a few blocks down? He never understood why they was forced to wear a uniform.
"Ah.. oh.. I guess you want an apology to." he replied almost sarcastically. He didn't know why, it was just a force of habit for him. switching the bag over to his slightly damp hand he extended his clean hand. "Aikane. I wasn't watching where i was going. I was trying to eat." He stated, using his last name like most Japanese people would. Even if he wasn't Japanese himself, he's lived here long enough to pick up on things.. As far as the apology went.. that was as good of an apology as ever wasn't it? Really he was no good at talking to someone out side of his night club. Giving the other a moment to accept or deny his hand he would then pull it away. "You must be tired from work. Please excuse me." He gave a slight nod of his head.
He wasn't really sure if he was leaving for himself or to actually let the other leave. Although when he went to leave he turned around, his light blue hair dancing across his nose. "Ah, a fair warning. Be careful who you bump into. Allot of folks that's been showing up here lately have no manners. They tend to have a bigger bite then a bark, if you catch my drift. Don't trust no one." Why would you say that to someone you never met? Well it was simple, humans needed to be cautious of things around them. Noalani could smell human blood a mile away seeing how he refused to drink from one. Turning his back to the other he went to talk off. His long blue trench like coat flowed behind him. The black tears in it seemed to almost dance as he walked.
Myron Kotov | NOTES: short, weird post sorry! he's not talkative outside his nightclub. | outfit
Myron remained silent throughout Aikane's introduction and apology. He wasn't one much for talking outside of work unless he was drunk, and he found it difficult anyways. He was not the the most charismatic one to say the least. He simply nodded at the man's words before replying to what he said next. "...Right." He wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that. Maybe he just had certain experiences with bumping into people that led to fights. He bumped into quite a few people, and the only time he ended up with someone who'd rather bite than bark about it was back in Russia. It was the first and last fist fight he ever got into. Remembering it honestly kind of angered him. "Сволочь." He muttered underneath his breath as he walked away. If anything, he hoped Aikane wasn't close enough to hear it. Not that it's even guaranteed he'd understand what it meant anyways. Either way, time to get that granola bar.
He strolled into the store and immediately went to the snack section and started looking around. And there it was, and his favorite brand nonetheless. He grabbed it almost as soon as he saw it, then moved towards the cashier counter. There were a few people in front of him, so he took out his phone and played a game on it in the mean time. He didn't really like waiting without having anything to do. It made him restless. After the three people in front of him had payed for their items, he slid his phone back into his pocket and placed the granola bar up on the counter. The cashier rung it up, and he took out his wallet and coughed up the yen. With that done, he put the bar in his breast pocket and left the store.
On his way home, he saw a dog. He, of course, stopped and asked to pet it. It was an Akita, and it was a beautiful one at that. He greatly admired the dog's coat. The dog had coarse fur on top, but a soft undercoat. He wondered when he'd get a dog of his own. A small or medium sized one, as those were the only sizes that his apartment would allow. He couldn't get anything big like a Caucasian shepherd, or a borzoi. He always found it hard to walk into a dog shelter, seeing as dogs can easily win his heart just by looking at him with their big bright eyes. He even liked the more shy and aggressive ones. He refocused himself back on what he was doing—heading back to his apartment. Which wasn't too far away now. Say, about two minutes away.
He unlocked the door with his key and headed on inside, taking the elevator to his third story apartment. As soon as he heard the ding, he stepped closer to the door, waiting for it to open. And when it did, he swiftly headed on out. 315 was his apartment room number. He took his key and unlocked the door, stepping in, turned on the lights and removed his shoes. It was a one bedroom sized apartment, although the bed he had was a double bed. He liked the extra space, seeing as he moved a lot in his sleep, He removed the items in his pockets and started undressing, throwing his clothes in a to-be-washed pile that has been growing for the past few days, then put on his normal attire. After he finished, he went over and laid on the futon for a while. He was sore. Being a bartender had it's ups and downs, and it's biggest downside was all the standing around. It did a number on his back, but he's become used to it.
He almost nearly forgot he promised himself that he was going to go out drinking as a treat. He could just make his own stuff at home, but if he goes out and drinks it's less work for him. He picked himself up and went over to the dining part of his apartment, taking the granola bar and removing it from it's packaging, then proceeding to wolf it down. He threw the garbage in the trash and made sure he had his wallet in his pocket, along with his phone. He started heading towards the door, sliding on his favorite pair of boots and his favorite jacket. After putting everything on, he left. But where would he go tonight? Revo? He's heard about quite a bit about it, but he's never actually gone there to see what it's like for himself. He should probably change that. He decided instead of walking, he'd take a taxi. It's quicker, and he had enough to pay for it. He ran down the stairs and exited the building, whilst calling a taxi company. After a good five minutes, his taxi finally came. He placed himself inside it as soon as it came to a halt. It took around ten minutes for the taxi to reach it's destination. He stepped out of it after paying his fee, and headed towards the establishment.
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Last Edit: Mar 4, 2017 5:48:29 GMT -5 by Myron Kotov
Post by Noalani Aikane on Mar 3, 2017 2:20:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","typetext"] Laughing a bit when he heard the foreign goodbye he couldn't help but to shake his head. It looks like he wasn't the only one around that wasn't from here. Although that really shouldn't shock him. allot of english folks came here because all the anime cons. Because the games, the manga's, the festivals and all the works. Heading back to the nightclub Noalani found himself sighing softly to himself. How was life so cruel to him? Just a week ago him and dakota had made plans on staying with one another for years and years, now that Noalani's friend was in town Dakota actually had the nerve to question him. Was it so weird that he had a close friend? Dakota was allowed to have them so why couldn't he?
Sure he could understand why dakota had thought that. After all Zach called him his mate, but he was Australian so really that was just a term for friend. Shaking the thought out of his head he just counted the seconds back to his 'house.' Why? Because counting had always distracted him. mostly he used it for when his hunger struck, but this time it was to make him think about more pleasant things. Surely enough though as soon as he came back through the back entrance of his nightclub He heard that voice calling out to him. Looking up at the stairs he seen the white hair Australian bring him a pile of clothes. "Ah.. oh.." He mumbled when he heard. Here mate, your partners clothes. Oh.. that was right. zach was borrowing Dakota's room for a while wasn't he?
"Ah.. Thanks.." He mumbled softly to himself. He had almost considered putting them in another empty room but to be honest he didn't want that. He'd rather have dakota stay in his room any day. So for now he just carried the others clothes over to his bed. Sitting them down he then went to put away the fruit. Making sure that they wouldn't go bad. After all, if you left them out they'd lose their freshness anyways. Popping his back Noalani just went to put Dakota's stuff in his dresser. taking his own clothes out of his dresser and laying them on the bed instead. Humming to himself he considered hanging them up in the closet but that was for his suits..
Suits. Thats right Dakota seemed to be drawn to it when he wore a suit! Laughing a bit to himself he decided to be a bit mean to Dakota. Changing out of his normal attire he walked over to grab a nice suit out of his closet. two could play this game. He said he liked the black suits right? Well good he save the white one for a special occasion.. Now which style of jacket did he want... He'd go normal this time! Slipping into his nicely pressed black dress pants, freshly ironed button up shirt he grabbed his jacket that matched the pants. Grabbing a black tie he loosely wrapped it around his neck to get some attention.. but this finishing touch.. Grabbing a black top hat he placed it on his
Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't help but to be amused at himself. He wouldn't keep it on for long. No, just long enough to catch someone's attention. Sliding his fingers on the hat he made it tip backwards ever so slightly on his head. grabbing his light blue jacket he loved so much he left it on his arm. Seeing Dakota waiting tables like he was suppose to be doing all along Noa took a breath. Removing the Jacket from his arm he leaned over Dakota, whispering quickly against his ear. "Ah, Koko. Hold onto this for me. Thanks, Nyan.~" He gave a cute little meow at the end of it, tipping his hat at him only to stroll back over to the bar. He knew he caught more then one persons attention but he didn't care what others thought.
Standing behind the bar he watched his fellow bartender give him a questioned look. "You're excused. I'll see you tomorrow." He spoke in his normal monotone voice. No he didn't miss the confused look, nor the look over but that was to be expected, normally Noalani hated dressing up. Occasionally glancing over at the brunette Noalani decided to focus on his work. Not even minding that he was drawing a crowd towards him this time. He just went back to cleaning some of his shot glasses since they was more distracted by how he was dressed rather then the drinks. Opening his mouth he was about to tell them off, be sarcastic or both.. but.. "Ah, oh my. I'm so embarrassed. all the stares." He said sarcastically. playfully flicking the rag at them.
With the drunken fools actually liking that he rolled his eyes. Fools, all them was drunken fools. "If your going to stare, i'm going to charge you." He jestered at them. Completely shocked when some actually feel for it. Sighing heavily he closed his eyes. "Well... thanks..." He mumbled, sounding the least bit interested that they was going along with it. So instead of taking the money he just went to organizing his bar instead. Even if the pervious bartender had cleaned them all he always made sure to clean them when he started his shift. Why? Never hurt to be cautious when it come to his customers.
Post by Myron Kotov on Mar 3, 2017 16:22:32 GMT -5
На тоненькой льдине
В БОКАЛЕ МАРТИНИ
Myron made his way into the nightclub, his eyes wandering about the room. It was full of people, but he supposed he should’ve suspected nothing less. It was a popular venue, from what he's heard at least. Of course there’d be over a handful of people. He decided the first thing he’d check our would be the bar, only in order to check out the bartender’s skill.
After all, if it was supposed to be such a beloved establishment, it ought to have good drinks. The adult entertainment can’t be the only attraction. Hell, he wasn't even that interested in that aspect of the club. Knowing how repressed his sexuality was, the idea of anyone doing anything even a little sexual to him or for him without even knowing their name intimidated him. That side of the club, it just wasn't for him and he knew that all too well. He didn't even like it when people hit on him if he didn't know them well enough first.
With a shudder, he moved on towards the bar, sitting in an empty stool. His eyes still wandered around the premise. That was, until he laid eyes on a familiar yet still unfamiliar face. Aikane. He only stared for a moment before he directed his attention to the back of his hands. It was rude to stare, and he’s already gotten a good look at everything around him. For now, he would just wait until he got served. One thing he noticed though was that Aikane was wearing pretty formal clothes. He thought they didn't have a dress code here? Or maybe he was just dressing up? He didn't really see why anyone would dress up like that if they didn't have to, but whatever. Not like it was any of his business. He himself didn't necessarily mind wearing formal clothes, but he’d rather be wearing his normal attire any day. They were far more comfortable. That's when it hit him he forgot his hat at home. He muttered a little underneath his breath. How could he forget? He always wore it whenever possible. Oh well. Guess he’d have to survive the night without it.
Post by Noalani Aikane on Mar 4, 2017 0:47:37 GMT -5
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[attr="class","typetext"] Between trying to ignore all the drunken idiots and watching Dakota Noalani caught a glimpse of someone walking over to the bar. Finally someone new! Maybe he could be attentive to them and not the idiots that was trying to talk to him. Unless they said 'give me another.' or 'give me a-' He wasn't going to pay them any mind. He had waiters and a waitress for that after all. they was there for small talk. He was just here for serving the drinks. No where in his job description did it say he had to, or would, make small talk with a drunken fool. That was for his help. Why? Because Noalani gave his workers a tip for every drink they could get others to buy. Sure he didn't have to! But it was a way to get his workers motivated and to sell more drinks on his part!
Snorting a bit at the thought he soon turned his attention back to the male. Hey it was the guy that made him lose his tomato! Ha wasn't this funny? Wiping the counter with a second, clean rag he made sure the bar was clean and not sticky from anyone who might have sat here earlier. "Ah.. you're missing your hat there." He clearly stated it. Something looked almost wrong! He didn't seem like the type that would take it off. whereas noa was the same with the jacket that one of his workers now wore. "How can i help you tonight?" His voice lacking any emotion at all. Although was that a shock? His face lacked any emotion in it as well. He always wore a bored expression it seemed.
Leaning back against the counter ever so slightly he decided to add a simple. "You know... if i didn't know any better. I'd think you was following little ole' me. Don't tell me fate has brought us poor tortured souls together. Oh fate you fickle little thing." He said sarcastically, almost in a playful banter kind of way. Giving a soft laugh he reached the back of his hand up to his mouth giving a soft yawn. "You don't seem interested in the enteriment. So i'm assuming you really was following me, or you heard how good my drinks are.~" He tried to joke with the male, yet with no emotion in his voice he was sure it didn't come out as joking he was sure. To be honest he was actually glad he had someone to 'distract' him from the drunks that just seemed to be staring because he was dressed up for once.
Myron Kotov | NOTES: He's trying to be a good host!
"Yeah...I forgot it when I took it off for a while at home. And a Moscow mule." He explained, then ordered just as quickly. It wasn't like he wore his hat all the time. He usually wasn't allowed to wear it at work due to it ‘not fitting the dress code', although occasionally his boss would let it pass. He eyed the monotone bartender, Aikane, as he waited for him to make his drink. He ought to see how he did it. He was curious to see how he prepared it, actually. He always had to see how another bartender’s mixology skills were when he went out drinking. After all, that’s what makes a good bartender good. Besides, he could always learn from another’s mistake or success.
“Yeah, there's no need to worry. I’m not the kind to follow around strangers. Didn't even knew you worked here.” He assured him. He didn't really want to be thought of as a stalker or something like that. It’s definitely not a flattering thought to say the least. “But there is a buzz I’ve heard about this place. Let’s just see how good your drinks really are.” He challenged, a slight grin forming over his face in the process. If anything, he hoped that would mean Aikane would give it his best, thus giving Myron an exquisite drink when it came down to it. It’d be a double win for him in the end—the man before him gave off the vibe he’s been doing this for a while now so he had no doubt he was pretty talented, and he’d get a good drink out of it too.
He thought back to when he first started bartending. He was half ass decent at it at best. He didn't even start off as a barback since they were so low on bartenders. He was surprised when he got hired as one. After all, he was hoping to start out as a barback. It’s a much more suitable job for someone just starting out in the industry, but no. He was thrown in the fire without any warning. Luckily he was quick to catch on. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have much of a job. If anything, he considered himself lucky rather than skilled for the longest time. At least now, he did have skill. But he could always improve, and he knew that full well.
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