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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 30 2009, 03:48 PM (1,391 Views) | |
| Trowa Barton | Apr 30 2009, 03:48 PM Post #1 |
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<< Trowa arrived at the ball looking awesome, rather like Zac Efron, only not. This was Kirk awesome. Seriously, wasn't the resemblance between Trowa and Captain Kirk just uncanny? ![]() Trowa thought so anyway. He didn't even bother to wear a mask—just the classic gold uniform from Kirk's pre-pudgy years. After stashing the motorcycle somewhere randomly since it would never be seen again in any case, he climbed the marble steps to the marquis' enormous villa/mansion/castle. Honestly, where did these rich dudes get the money to pay for their massive estates? As he entered the old geezer's personal palace, Trowa was impressed with the open airiness of the marble foyer. The sound of many voices chattering soon drew him toward the ballroom. Or wherever the hell they were. Whatever this room was, it was enormous and filled with the usual suspects. Trowa recognized some of the unmasked faces; the ones in masks occasionally revealed themselves by body shape or a singular gait. But for the most part, the identities of those present were a mystery for the moment. Wait, was that Zac Efron over there? And Ashley Tisdale! Come to think of it, they must be hundreds of years old by now, but damn, they looked great. Trowa would have to get their autographs and congratulate Zac on giving such an excellent portrayal of Quatre in that movie. It was truly uncanny! That would have to wait until later, though. At the moment they seemed to be talking to an evil waiter, and we saw what happened when you interrupted evil waiters at the last ball. Better to leave them alone for the moment and not piss anyone off. The light sounds of a small orchestra seemed to be filtering in from the hallways on either side of the room. Ah, that was a thoughtful touch. So as not to fill up the room with band members and waste valuable dance space, the orchestra played outside the room, with a different quintet playing the same song at each door so the sound came in stereo. Trowa couldn't pinpoint the song, but it was something from the Romantic Period, if he was guessing correctly. For a moment he wondered whether Princess Relena would be here, as he had fond memories of dancing with her only a couple months ago under similar conditions. He'd been drunk at the time, however, and tonight he was behaving himself. In any event, he'd heard rumors about her that pretty much put an end to any possibility of anything happening between them. At least until she'd gone through rehab. He therefore decided to stand on the sidelines for the time being, watch the crowd, and see what turned up. |
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| Quatre R. Winner | Apr 30 2009, 09:28 PM Post #2 |
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>> And who was bound to turn up? Guess. Quatre filled his silver tray brimming with pretty drinks with plenty of parasols and such. He also grabbed a bucket of ice for Treize's swollen hand. I mean, Zac Efron's hand. There was a scorpion hidden at the bottom as well and if Quatre had any indication that Zac was Treize he wouldn't have dreamed to do such a thing. But he didn't. So the black hair was getting to his head and making him slightly demonic. Oh well. He began his long trek back to where Zac Efron and Ashley Tinsdale were standing, skirting the dance floor to avoid the merrily dancing people when he spotted Captain Kirk surveying the premises. But where was Mister Spock? As Quatre neared the lone Captain of Enterprise he noticed something peculiar. Trowa's head floating poorly shopped on James T. Kirk's body. Trowa? Quatre grinned mischievously, his new vampire fangs revealed. Trowa hadn't even bothered to wear a mask. Did he honestly think that the resemblance between himself and William Shatner was so uncanny that he didn't need any face covering? Quatre tilted his head as he approached and checked a few key things on Trowa's person that blatantly indicated his true identity. Certain "packages" if you will. Needless to say, Trowa wasn't fooling him! Once within earshot he wet his lower lip with his tongue and spoke as monotonously as possible, trying his best to mask his voice. It was secretly his "Heero Yuy" impression and would serve now as his secret identity voice. "A drink, Captain?" Ooh. Quatre rather liked calling Trowa "Captain". |
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| Trowa Barton | Apr 30 2009, 09:52 PM Post #3 |
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"Huh? Oh, thank you, Heero. Yes, I could use one—" Wait, this wasn't Heero. It was just a waiter who sounded like him. Or was it? Trowa studied the servant a moment. He was dressed like the others, only not. He had fangs and they didn't, or not many of them, anyhow. Yeah, the waiter had tried to fool him, but Trowa was no idiot. This was no waiter; this was a guest, and Trowa knew his true identity. This was Heero in waiter drag. Trowa could go along with a gag, though. A quite brilliant disguise, dressing as an evil waiter. Quite brilliant, but not quite brilliant enough. He'd play it cool, though, and not reveal Heero's true identity if he could help it. Yes, he'd just pretend the former gundam pilot turned photographer was a real waiter. "Thank you, Heero, I mean Waiter. Yes, I'll have one of—hmm, let's see...ooooh! parasols!—yes, I'll have one of those." He picked up a glass of something with pretty colors and a matching parasol. "Bottoms up." |
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| Ine Winner | May 1 2009, 01:32 AM Post #4 |
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Ine arrived at the party in a nice stretch hummer. Oh what will they think of next? A stretch gremlin? Well that would have suited her taste more than the hummer, since it was. . . what did the driver say? "Rollin on dubs." Which to her, was not funny in the least. Instead of giving the driver a tip on the way out of the limo, she merely slashed his back tire. It was payback for the fuzzy dice he had on the mirror and a rediculous lisence plate that just said "Fresh." Ine now moved inside of the mansion where the party was being held. Her costume apparently gained alot of attention, but mainly from old married men whose wives slapped them in the head for looking at her. However, she was not concerned about any of it, she just wanted to find the bar as fast as she could. Ine began to move deeper into the crowed, while only a few tried to stop and talk to her. She merely continued, hell bent, on finding her target. "Ah!" She said before she spotted a rather cute black haired waiter with a platter full of drinks. It seemed that the waiter was talking to a rather horrible looking "trekie." He looked like a captain kirk who wanted to cut himself while listening to some random rock band like that Linkin Park that the kids on L2 loved to talk about. "Excuse me! Waiter!" She moved closer to the waiter, her eye's never moving away from the drinks. She needed to get well hammered if she was to be at this party for a while. . . . |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 1 2009, 08:17 AM Post #5 |
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"Huh? Oh, thank you, Heero. Yes, I could use one—" Heero, wait ur.... "Thank you, Heero, I mean Waiter. Yes, I'll have one of—hmm, let's see...ooooh! parasols!—yes, I'll have one of those." Quatre grinned as Trowa inhaled his first drink. So he thought that he was Heero? That pleased him, considering the hours he had spent practicing his Heero Yuy impression. Wonderful! "Careful," he said flatly, "hangovers hurt like hell." "Excuse me! Waiter!" Quatre stiffened at the familiar voice from over his shoulder. No, it couldn't be... He turned around slowly and tried to keep his eyes narrowed, like he had practiced but couldn't help but snap them wide open at the completely indecent atrocity that was his sister marching up at him. Was that a riding crop? Odd, she didn't look the least prepared to ride a horse. Why, if Quatre didn't know any better he would assume that she was prepared to ride- ACK! "Y... yes, M'am?" He asked, his special voice fading under the sheer shock of his sister's apparel. "A drink... Miss?" He held the tray up between himself and Ine like a barrier, completely forgetting his disguise. Had she recognized him she would have given him one of her famed bear-hugs, something she did at their every reunion. Now, Quatre was never one to be opposed to hugs it was just that Ine took them a little far. Like burying poor Quatre's little face in her enormous breasts kind of far. Now, Trowa might appreciate a hug like that but not Quatre. It was slightly traumatizing, to the point that any time Quatre saw breasts he would forget to breathe. Like right now. His face was fading into blue. |
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| Ine Winner | May 1 2009, 12:37 PM Post #6 |
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Ine moved up to the waiter, a smile moving across her lips. "Well aren't you handsome?" She had no clue whatsoever that the person infront of her was in fact her brother. "If you don't mind, I will take one of these." She took the light blue drink with matching parasol and quickly tossed the little umbrella behind her back. As she took a sip her eye's stayed on the waiter. She began to feel as if something fishy was going on with this particular waiter. That's when she noticed the faint blue tint of his face "Oh my, I know my beauty is quite astounding, but there is no need for you to kill yourself over someone such as me! Why the thought is rather sweet you know." She brought her hand up to pat the young waiter on the head before turning to the captain kirk impersonater next to him. "How bold you are! This is a masqurade, and yet you have no mask on." She now turned her full attention to "Captain Kirk." Ine tiped the glass up and finished the drink rather quickly. She had a few drinks in the limo allready and was pretty buzzed. This drink would soon send her off to la la land. |
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| Trowa Barton | May 1 2009, 01:49 PM Post #7 |
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She threw away her parasol? Trowa stared in disbelief at the sexy babe next to him. What kind of a nut would throw away a little parasol? It was the best part of the drink. Trowa had always appreciated the craftsmanship that went into making little umbrellas for drink glasses that actually work. As if you'd take them outside in a thunder storm and hold them over your head. Or were they intended to protect the cocktail when you carried your drink outside into the rain? In any case, the little parasol was darned important. Captain Kirk would never bend down and pick up a parasol from the floor, though. He'd order an ensign to do it. Preferably one in a red shirt, as it might be dangerous. Since Trowa had no ensign with him, he left the parasol on the ground and swilled his drink, like Kirk would. "Careful, hangovers hurt like hell." Funny, that waiter almost sounded like Quatre for a moment. Right before he started turning blue. Ooh, look, he matched Trowa's parasol. But it couldn't be him. Quatre was in desperate need of money, but he'd never stoop to working as a waiter. Trowa's attention was soon diverted from the waiter to the babe when she suddenly addressed him. "How bold you are! This is a masquerade, and yet you have no mask on." "It's my job to boldly go where no man has gone before. Like to a masquerade ball with no mask on. And may I say, you're quite bold yourself. This is a masquerade ball, yet you've come with no clothes on. That outfit is quite stunning." And it was, too. Rather like a tazer for the eyes. "Permit me to introduce myself. I'm James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise, but you can call me Jim. Say, you remind me of someone I once met on Triskelion. Shahna, I believe her name was. Ever dye your hair?" |
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| Ine Winner | May 1 2009, 02:25 PM Post #8 |
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Ine stood there and slightly stared at the other. She didn't have the faintest clue as to what he was blabbering on about. Was this guy insane? She has seen plenty of insane people. Hell, she diagnosed tons of them! This guy was either really full of himself, or really believed he was Captain Kirk. "Er. . . You, stay there." She said to the waiter as she put her empty glass on his tray and took another drink from it. She was now treating him like a coat rack, or a coffee table. Just something there to hold her drinks. Once she threw the little parasol behind her shoulder, she took a big gulp and addressed the impersinator once more. "I really have no clue what you are talking about. However, My name is Ine Winner. The owner of Winner Corporation. As for my costume, I think I am clothed well enough." She did a drunken twirl, which ended with her spilling a little drink on the floor. "I have also never dyed my hair. I am a natural blonde you see." She now bounced up and down a bit, her large breasts jiggling to the beat. "These are real too. Amazing isn't it?" She was now getting rather smashed, soon she would probably get either handsy, angry, or start psychoanalyzing anyone that would listen, and in her head, most of the people here had penis envy. "I dear say though, Captain Kirk. . . If you would like to go boldly to a place that many many many many many men have gone before. . . You should take me out to dinner sometime." Now the booze was really talking. She gulped down a large portion of the drink in her hand before turning to the waiter. "Do I look like a slut?" She tilted her head some, she would usually never speak too much to the help, but now she had to know. If she did look like a slut, she would be proud of her costume, if she didn't. Well it would probably go straight into the trash. |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 1 2009, 02:57 PM Post #9 |
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// Insert eternal love for E and Kirk!Trowa here, along with Whore!Ine! // He nearly swallowed his own tongue at his sister's comment about being in love with her and resisted the undeniable sibling urge to put her in her place and dump a drink down the front of her practically naked body. He raised an eyebrow at Trowa who didn't seem the least bit bothered by her lack of attire and thought better of it. He didn't want to give Captain Kirk any reason to touch Ine- or lick alcohol off of her for that matter. He chewed reflexively on the corner of his lower lip and forgot about his vampire teeth. Ouch! The action prompted a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, which he absently wiped away with his white-gloved hand. Damn, that would be a pain to wash out. If only he could find some seltzer water... The distraction of biting his own lip brought a few gasps of breath back into him long with some color to his face. He looked down at his tray which was now half-emptied of its cargo. Damn, he would have to get more before returning to Zac and Ashley. Might as well lessen the load he would have to take to the bar by pumping the rest of the booze into Kirk!Trowa and Ine. He was just about to hand Ine another drink when he heard Trowa spout off some nonsense about Star Trek. Quatre wasn't as much of a fan as Trowa, but he knew enough from many late nights watching Star Trek with the clown to know a reference to "The Gamesters of Triskelion" when he heard it. Before he could help himself he burst into a very Quatre-like laugh. Not the scary one, he cute happy one. He laughed for a long minute before coughing and trying to stifle his giggles with his blood-smudged glove, trying to play off his mirth as a coughing fit. "Ahem... pardon me," he said between snickers, "but I am pretty sure no drill thralls would be invited here to such a party, Captain. I am sure that inviting slaves as such-" giggle-snort, "would be frowned upon. Not to mention shipping them from M24 Alpha would be costly." "I have never dyed my hair. I am a natural blonde you see." Quatre narrowed his eyes at his sister, resisting the urge to roll them. At the sight of her bouncing her breasts he began to turn blue again. Gah.... they looked as if they were about to engulf his face, and he took a step away from them. Just in case they popped out and grabbed him. "These are real, too. Amazing isn't it? I dare say, Captain Kirk... If you would like to go boldly to a place that many many many many many men have gone before ... you should take me out to dinner sometime." Okay, that made him twitch. Who did she think she was? He had never seen his sister drunk before. After all, it was their father's direct teaching and family tradition of not drinking. Quatre could go into a thousand reasons why drinking alcohol was terrible for you- but he didn't have to. Ine's actions alone spoke for his cause. His blue coloration changed to red as anger and annoyance began to chip away at his patience. "Do I look like a slut?" That did it. "Yes! And you should be ashamed of yourself, flaunting yourself around like that while using our family name!" He couldn't stop what happened next. You know, the part where he tosses the last drink on the tray into her face. SPLASH! There went a heaping load of CumShot (the drink, honest...) into Ine's face, parasol and all. With an angry snarl Quatre dropped the silver tray to the ground, giving way to a loud clatter and shatter of glass. With a snarl he ripped his mask from his face, giving an unobstructed view of the intense glare that shone in his dark red contacted eyes. "When I told the board to let you take over the company I had no idea you would ruin our name like this! Buying prostitutes to supply whore houses instead of rehabilitation, Ine? Sweatshops that are manned by L2 orphans! What are you thinking?" His shoulders shook with rage, white-gloved fists balled in anger. "How is it that I am stripped to nothing when all I have ever done was fight and work for the better of humanity, while you sit half-naked on our family's power using every bit of finance and leverage to fund horrible causes without a word of opposition?" Oh no, here he goes on his soapbox. "If this is how you and our sisters intend on using what father has built for us, then I don't want to be associated with any of you!" Bitch bitch, whine whine. Oh, wait. Was he denouncing her? Eeeks. "Put on some damn clothes, for Allah's sake!" He finally wailed, pointing at her breasts. "Nobody wants to see your dirty pillows!" |
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| Ine Winner | May 1 2009, 03:17 PM Post #10 |
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Everything seemed to move in slow motion now. It could be the alcohol that had done it, well the alcohol that she had drank, not the alcohol being splashed in her face. She let out a gasp as her little brother revealed his true identity, and then began to lecture her. This was something she had dealt with all of her life, her little brother lecturing her. She was of course, the black sheep of the family and was proud of it. So she saw profit where there should be none. So she though prostitution wasn't so bad. Was this what really shown through her company? After all she did do alot of good like help maintain the eco system of L2 as well as provide all sorts of other components to the other colonies. But this was neither here nor there at the moment. She had just been splashed with a rather delicious drink, and she wasn't about to let her brother humiliate her like this. "NOW JUST WAIT ONE MINUTE QUATRE!" She grabbed the riding crop at her side and rapped it sharply on the side of her brothers thigh. "Before you begin to lecture me, you should look at yourself!! You build an illegal gundam! Then you get sent to jail and have everything taken from you! It could have been you sitting behind the desk of Winner Corporation, but instead you decide to do something stupid! And how dare you say that I am disgracing the families name! We are now one of the to grossing companies in all of the colonies!" She now moved closer to him. She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands and shoved his face directly into the middle of her breast. Her face now softened and a smile broke out on it. "But I have missed you so much. I haven't seen you in so long. . . " She stood there, drunk, dripping wet, with her brother inbetween her breast. "I do wish you would stop lecturing so much. Now, since you so rudely splashed me with a drink. . . I think you should go find me a towel to dry off with." She now shook the top half of herself to make her breast jiggle a bit. She would have to get quatre back for doing such a thing to her, but what it would be. . .she had no idea. Maybe she would strip him down later, or try to sell him to one of the older men here. Yea. . . she would auction him off. . . |
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