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The Lonely Lover’s Debut! [Closed RP]

kogeta-uchiwa:

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     Sasuke had been on his way to the club room, his legs moving in long strides. Today was to be his debut. For the last week he had been shadowing the other hosts in rotation to observe their techniques. Kyoya had stressed that it was just a precaution if he were to ever deal with a client whom he wasn’t familiar with satisfying. Though, as the ‘Lonely Lover’ type, a type that was unreachable by the others, he was ultimately on his own.

     He began passing a few of the library’s, they were noisy as ever, he noted. Shaking his head he went back to his inner musings. On some level, he felt completely disgusted with himself. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever considered using the memory of his late Hisaye as a means to earn the affections of young women. He had always used his charms to deal with girls. Politeness was engrained into his very DNA. Not once could he remember losing his temper with anyone, nor had he ever expressed any discomfort with his female fan-base.

     Sasuke began his trek up the long carpet-clad staircase to the second floor. A few teen boys passed him on their way down to the first floor, most likely heading home. He sighed a little as he reached the top and started down another corridor, one that led to the hall with the large crystal clear windows of the courtyard and sakura trees.

     A slight frown threatened to pull at his lips as he delved deeper into thought. He had joined the club on a whim he had a hard time refusing Tamiki’s excited plea for him to join the club, but it was Kyoya’s added comment that had driven the nail home. Did he really not want anyone to know about Hisaye? No, that wasn’t it. He would be mentioning her in his club techniques. Sasuke’s frown deepened. It was the fact that other people would be hearing about her from someone else rather than himself that troubled him. Realisticly, her memory was a comfort, but just as painful as a sharpened blade against his skin. Adding to that pain was the thought of anyone possibly slandering her memory in any way. Yes, that was the problem he had with Kyoya possibly spreading the word on him. Though, a part of him was whispering that it was also because there was a lot more to the story than that. Added chapters that no one need know, as far as he was concerned.

     He was pulled from his thoughts when he finally stopped in front of the door for ‘Music Room 3’. He braced himself, replaced his frown with a mall smile that turned up the corners of his lips, and opened the double doors. Each new aquaintance greeted him, and he nodded to Mori-senpai when he caught the greeting from the corner of his eye. Tamaki was bothering Haruhi with the instant coffee, Kyoya was wiping down tables, the twins were re-arranging chairs and Mori-senpai, who had nodded was cleaning up Honey-senpai’s chin, which was smeared with strawberry frosting. Honey-senpai was swinging his legs precariously as he waved excitedly, unable to open his mouth as he was getting wiped up.

     Sasuke moved to the back room and set his bag against the wall. He turned and looked in the full length mirror, as the large white curtain was tied back, giving him full view of himself from where he was standing. He looked away for a moment and took an earlier hung black blazer and deep red tie from it’s hook. Sasuke loosened his uniform tie after flipping up his collar of his button up and replaced it with the new tie. Next he shook out the blazer a bit before swinging it around his shoulders and pulling his arms through. He looked back to the mirror and straightened the collar before buttoning each black button. Running his hand through his dark and choppy locks, they fell around his face in their usual way. Satisfied, he returned to the main room just as Tamaki was calling out, “Places everyone!”

     Unlike what he had seen so far, Tamaki had insisted that Sasuke sit in the ‘throne’ for his debut. So, that’s where he settled himself. Crossing his long legs elegantly, he propped an elbow on the chair and rested his chin against his knuckles, just as Tamaki had taught him to sit for this very occasion. Though, to credit himself a bit, he did know how to sit in this fashion without being taught by the french boy. Nevertheless, here he was after a day of posture lessons, about to begin his new life as a host.

     The doors began to open, and the wind from the opened window, mingled with the force of the door opening, flower petals that were scattered on a nearby table were pulled and drifted through the air towards the ladies who were filing in. “Welcome,” the other hosts chorused. Sasuke’s eyes were half lidded in a way that he knew to make even the stony-ist girl melt. When the room was at a days capacity for hosting, he stood in a flourish.

     “Benvenuto, io sono Sasuke Uchiha, e sono molto felice di conoscerti.”(Welcome, I’m Uchiha Sasuke, and I’m so very happy to meet you.) A warm smile showed on his lips as he dipped into a short bow and took the hand of the guest closest to him in his own. Sasuke placed a gentle kiss on the back of the hand before up-righting himself and letting go. When he stood fully and moved his hand from behind his back, he produced a dark wine colored rose. Addressing the group once more, “I’m the newest member of the Host Club, and it’s my sincerest wish that I am able to make you all as happy as you’ve made me at this very moment.” His eyes closed as his hand along with the rose laid over his heart, “For your presence alone chases away all of the nostalgic feelings I have for my dear Hisaye.”He smiled what he knew to be his most charming of looks, and held the rose out to the group of Princess’.

They were all adorable, and she was glad she attended such an event as to witness the very manipulation of a girl’s heart and mind. They trembled and swooned and squealed, the gaggle of young girls, and Brianna had just entered from the doorway as the crowd spread throughout the room to their host of choice, or the waiting tables and areas. How a highschool could fund such a thing was beyond her, but then again, they really had nothing better to do. Of course, most of the girls dispensed and went to Saskue or, at least, near him. The curiosity in their gazes were obvious, but not all wanted to come on strong with their preferences. Be it to save face or not “disappoint” the regular they usually went to. Brianna recognized that sort of behavior in an instant. Familiarity, but when a new one was introduced into the environment, everyone wanted to investigate.

After a while, the girls seemed to grow content and went to their regulars, leaving Brianna to siddle up to the new ‘Host’ and wiggle her fingers in greeting,

"Nice one. You’ve got ‘em hooked. Be a doll, huh, and keep me company so I don’t look like I’m creepin’ around here. Not good with these type of atmospheres. Hard to integrate." It was obvious she didn’t belong, although the identification card stuck to the breast of her jacket showed her as a substitute and volunteer in the academy’s affairs at least currently. Brianna was glad she didn’t have to completely bend down, as most of the men in the room were on par with her own height if not taller. Prevented any condescending notions from entering their minds.

The young woman didn’t much wait for an answer, resting a hand on the younger’s shoulder and steering him off to a seat. “Sorry. You don’t seem too preoccupied now that they’ve had their time, and I’ll just be another little customer. How are you, Sasuke-kun?” she asked, sitting herself down and grinning.

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Binary— with thanatophobicgodhead.

thanatophobicgodhead:

eathacksleeprewash:

'Oh, it's alright, just saying hi. I know how all that shit goes; I've had to do a bunch of 'forgot my password' thing for e-mails.. But, yeah. Just checking up. I think your name issss... Dave, right? It's Dave, I remember that. Yes. I'm right I hope?

Brianna hoped she didn’t completely come off as a weirdo. As a moderator of the sight, it was her jobe to say ‘hi’ and send messages, wasn’t it? But even then, she really didn’t do that. The young woman was more of a behind-the-shadows sort of person, coding and making things on the sight look pretty and making graphics and handling stupid people.

But talking to Dave seemed cool. Besides, anyone with a username like that was interesting, and she liked and was allowed to talk to interesting people.

'haha yeah my name is dave um whats yours again shit sorry i feel bad for not remembering who you are'

You yawn and check the clock, it’s like 11 pm why did you decide to do things at 11 pm, that’s like 4 hours before your bed time. You wonder idly if you’ll remain coherent- usually you spend this last four hours rambling like an idiot and watching anime oops.

'say what time is it for you there i know thats random but its late here so i was wondering if its late for you haha i dont want to keep you up ill be up for a while longer but that doesnt mean you need to be :)'

'It's Brianna, hun. No need to fret over things like that, ya know. I'm a forgettable person; it's my whole themeeee. theme? I don't know. If I was an archetype, that would be it.'

At the question, she checked the clock and sighed. This was an ungodly hour to be up after a straight night of work, but she still had more to do. Hopefully the woman could find some time to squeeze in and black out on the couch or some other soft surface, but for now things were looking a bit grim in that department.

'Nah, it's 12 PM. 'm tired but I got three more coffees lined up to down, I'll try and survive somehow.'

21:32 - 6%
Binary— with thanatophobicgodhead.

thanatophobicgodhead:

eathacksleeprewash:

She hadn’t been tracking anyone for a while. Her skills weren’t rusty, but she was getting lazy in her manner. The young woman sighed deeply and ran a hand down her face as she groaned. God, it would be so much easier if all this work hadn’t been shoved onto her shoulders. Everybody was so stupid. But while her social life continued to amass tumbleweeds, her internet network was..

It wasn’t much better. She partially felt like a bit of a desperate creeper, but the people she talked to were cool.

Brianna paused in her typing once she saw an odd little name to her side. Another user popping up on the site; oh, she knew this one. It’d been a year ago that he’d joined the forum, but Brianna was certain the trackers were old and dead by now. She would have to implement new ones.

The young woman clicked on the name and sent a quick message.

'Hey there. I don't think you remember me, but I introduced myself last year on the forums and stuff.. How're you?'

There. That seemed.. non-threatening.

You don’t remember signing up for this at all- but that happens to you a lot, like you forget you have accounts for things and it tells you that the email is in use, and then you’re like- oh. This time though, you got a newsletter and you’re pretty damn sure you’ve never gone on this site, but who knows, right? Can’t hurt to sign in.

As soon as you do, a little message appears- mail from someone else. Well, at least the site is still alive, you guess. They said they introduced themselves to you and you feel like shit because you don’t remember at all.

'ah nan sorry... i think i signed on to this once and then left it alone i didnt even know it existed until i got an email newsletter thingy figured id sign in again to see what the fuck it was... but yeah sorry bro.'

You really hope they don’t get upset with you for forgetting.

'Oh, it's alright, just saying hi. I know how all that shit goes; I've had to do a bunch of 'forgot my password' thing for e-mails.. But, yeah. Just checking up. I think your name issss... Dave, right? It's Dave, I remember that. Yes. I'm right I hope?

Brianna hoped she didn’t completely come off as a weirdo. As a moderator of the sight, it was her jobe to say ‘hi’ and send messages, wasn’t it? But even then, she really didn’t do that. The young woman was more of a behind-the-shadows sort of person, coding and making things on the sight look pretty and making graphics and handling stupid people.

But talking to Dave seemed cool. Besides, anyone with a username like that was interesting, and she liked and was allowed to talk to interesting people.

8:55 - 6%
meatburglar started following you “

Oh, lookie there. She went on one spree of networking and someone pops up on hers. The young woman raised an eyebrow in interest and smiled as she saw the name. These people were both silly and creative, and she think she already loved it.

Tracing it back, she paused briefly in her walk down the street to send a quick text.

'Hey there.'

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Binary— with thanatophobicgodhead.

She hadn’t been tracking anyone for a while. Her skills weren’t rusty, but she was getting lazy in her manner. The young woman sighed deeply and ran a hand down her face as she groaned. God, it would be so much easier if all this work hadn’t been shoved onto her shoulders. Everybody was so stupid. But while her social life continued to amass tumbleweeds, her internet network was..

It wasn’t much better. She partially felt like a bit of a desperate creeper, but the people she talked to were cool.

Brianna paused in her typing once she saw an odd little name to her side. Another user popping up on the site; oh, she knew this one. It’d been a year ago that he’d joined the forum, but Brianna was certain the trackers were old and dead by now. She would have to implement new ones.

The young woman clicked on the name and sent a quick message.

'Hey there. I don't think you remember me, but I introduced myself last year on the forums and stuff.. How're you?'

There. That seemed.. non-threatening.

23:55 - 6%
Reblog if you’ll roleplay agressive crimes and murders.
23:34 - 11670%
eathacksleeprewash started following you

destruction-my-canvas:

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“Hello and who might you be?”

She perked up, grinning. Already found her prey- this was a healthy revamp to her interests. Nodding at the man, she placed her hands in her pockets.

"I’m Brianna, Mr. Kimblee. How do you do?" she answered smoothly, hiding her giddiness at her successful day.

23:19 - 2%

No one else is suited to be my main.

By ZombiDJ at deviantArt.

19:36 - 95%
Am I the only one, when roleplaying, that has this slight paranoia thinking that the person might not like roleplaying with me or might be annoyed with me
17:30 - 29348%

stayed-up-late-again:

One time in class we were talking about abortion and most of the girls talking were pro-choice and it was a generally calm discussion then one of the pro-life boys used the phrase

“if a girl is stupid enough to get herself pregnant in the first place-“

…he didn’t get to finish the sentence

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