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| Trowa Barton | May 1 2009, 04:32 PM Post #11 |
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I'm a clown. No, really.
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Ah. Quatre. This probably ended any possibility of taking out the blonde bombshell with boobies to dinner. Damn. What a time for a family reunion. Actually, that was likely the same thing Kirk was thinking in that episode where he ran into his sister-in-law on the planet with the plastic putty bats. You remember, the one where Spock went blind. Ah, well. They were all here now and there was nothing Trowa could do about it but extend his hand to his own possible future sister-in-law. That, and save Quatre from certain hooter asphyxiation. "Pardon me, Miss," he said while reaching for his Arab friend, "but you seem to have a small foreign object on your chest." With one swift pull, Trowa yanked Quatre out from between the woman's jiggling winnebagos before he was knocked unconscious. There was a reason they were called knockers. "Can you breathe?" Trowa asked the suffocating waiter. "Nice costume, by the way. For a moment, I actually thought you were Heero. Didn't fool me for long, of course." No, not for more than the better part of the evening. Time to turn his attention to the other Winner. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Trowa Barton." He offered Quatre's sister his hand, which called to mind another thought. Quatre had 28 more like this? Trowa was going to like being in this family. |
| Out of ammo again? That was quick...surprise surprise. Okay, Duo. Hand me the Super Soaker. No, I'm serious. | |
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| Ine Winner | May 2 2009, 12:12 AM Post #12 |
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once the other had taken her brother out of her chest, she pulled out a handkerchief from inbetween her breast and started to wipe all of the liquids off of her face and body. Luckily her brother was in too much of a hissy fit to get her with all of the drink. Ine placed the handkerchief back inbetween her breast just as Trowa offered his hand to her. She took it with a smile and shook it lightly. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you Trowa Barton. For a while there I thought you would have me call you Captain Kirk for the rest of the night." The grin widened on her face as she said this. Her level of drunkness seemed to dull down after the commotion, even though the room was still spinning she was still able to think. "So, are you my brothers boy toy? I had seen a movie recently which depicted my brother having, dare I say? Very hot and sticky. . . . . sex." She brought her hand up to her mouth and looked down at Trowa before she went "Oh ho ho ho" She allways knew her brother liked boys, or at least in her head she thought he did. "My, I remember just yesterday. I would make Quatre kiss other boys in the neighborhood. It was a rather fun sport. I would tie him up and make each boy go right up and kiss him. Then I would get the candles out." again she laughed as the fond memories came pouring into her head. "Those were the days." She now held her arms out at Quatre and bounced up and down slightly. Her breast were inviting him into them. "Oh how I have missed you so much Quatre!!" |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 2 2009, 03:46 PM Post #13 |
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Your Master
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As Quatre was plucked from his sister's ample bosom he gasped for a breath and wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, slightly smudging his fancy eyeliner. Damn. "Can you breathe?" He coughed and nodded 'yes'. "Nice costume, by the way. For a moment, I actually thought you were Heero. Didn't fool me for long, of course." "Right..." he muttered quietly as he caught his breath. He was definitely having trouble breathing today what with boob-smothering and his sister's constant jiggling. "So, are you my brothers boy toy? I had seen a movie recently which depicted my brother having, dare I say? Very hot and sticky. . . . . sex." Quatre felt like he should faint about now. Everyone had a family member that they dreaded introducing to their significant other. Ine was Quatre's. That wasn't to say he didn't love her. If anything she was closer to him than even Iria had ever been. They were closest in age and considered the outcasts of the family. Quatre had run away to fight a war despite his family's Pacifist beliefs and Ine... well, was Ine. Part of him was pleased that she finally could meet Trowa and he knew out of anyone in his family she accepted him for his sexuality the most. After all, it was her torturous play that may have had a hand in his development as such. "My, I remember just yesterday. I would make Quatre kiss other boys in the neighborhood. It was a rather fun sport. I would tie him up and make each boy go right up and kiss him. Then I would get the candles out." Like that time. "Ine, please..." he begged her, his face bursting into flame. "Don't..." "Oh how I have missed you so much Quatre!!" As the giant breasts began to bounce he felt his lungs scream in anguish, begging to be saved. "I've missed you too, Ine. I ... I'm sorry about being so rash with you," he apologized sincerely. He could never stay angry with her long, she was just too nice. Just like him. Just like all of his sisters were. They all had their downfalls and problems, but overall they were downright sweet and nice. It was kind of disgusting, really. "And, um... yes. This is friend Trowa," he verified, grabbing Trowa's arm gently to use him as a anchor just in case the bosoms intended to suck him up again. "Um, I mean. My friend. My - boyfriend - um, right?" He honestly had never called Trowa anything other than "friend" or "Trowa" so suddenly referring to him as a "boyfriend" felt sort of odd. He looked up questioningly at Captain Kirk to see if that label was okay to use. After all, Trowa had never asked him out. And Quatre had never officially grabbed Trowa by the hand and said, 'Will you go steady with me?' or anything. They just started messing around, and that became a regular thing. And as far as Quatre knew Trowa cared about him. His space heart never indicated otherwise. Oh, how confusing. "Um, here, take this..." he handed Ine the white cloth that had been draped over his arm to use for any further cleaning of herself. "It has been a long time since I have seen you, you... um... saw that movie?" |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 3 2009, 02:55 AM Post #14 |
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Resident Depressive
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This is my first try, don't kill me, I don't know how to manage this Duo yet. It's super long which is really irritating but I think it covers all my bases... maybe.. Now that I reread it.. it fails badly. .___. Bleargh. ------------ Duo felt awkward. Honestly, he wasn't positive that his decision tonight was the right one, but he'd made plenty of stupid choices throughout his life, and really, what was just one more to add to the bunch? He'd decided to come to the party after much deliberating in the most anonymous getup he could afford without wasting too much of his hard-earned and quickly-dwindling savings. He wanted to be a pirate, simple but effective, and he needed a mask, because god knows, there was no way he was going to Dorothy's party unprotected. So, ironically enough, he ended up dressing as one of the most simply dressed and yet highly intelligent and good looking pirates: the Dread Pirate Roberts. This way his face was covered, though with the mass of hair trailing down his back, he wasn't so sure how well his disguise would play out. So here he was, loitering outside the main room for as long as possible while pretending to truly appreciate the masters at work on their instruments in the hallways. He sighed quietly, reaching up and scratching at the bottom edge of the black cloth wrapped around his head. For Pete's sake, why was he so nervous about being here? Besides trying to strangle Dorothy, besides hiding away for the past two months, even packing up and moving, because the paranoia creeping around behind him was quickly gaining way when it came to his son. So he'd gone through two changes over the recent months: one being that his fatherly paranoia had risen to dangerous heights, and two being that he'd realized he needed to deal with himself before he could be a proper father. He had spent this time doing a little soul-searching, and loving on his son more than ever. He hated being depressed when he had things to live for. He wondered if anyone would even speak to him after his vanishing act. If not.. he'd just go home and send the babysitter home early. He might end up doing that even if people did talk to him, maybe because they did. He was afraid of every single encounter he might be forced to endure tonight, particularly with Relena, if that were to happen. Maybe a drink would help. With another slow breath of preparation, Duo meandered into the ballroom with the intent to scope out some refreshment before he freaked out and ran home with his tail between his legs. Luckily he hadn't had any trouble getting in this time, being masked and all. Ah, that stupid invitation. Why had he gotten one to begin with? Halfway toward a dude carrying drinks he heard quite a bit of Winner-esque hubbub. He paused and peered in the general direction, catching sight of a ruffled Quatre and an.. oddly serene Trowa dressed in one of the most nerdy costumes ever. He wasn't hard to pick out of the crowd. He kept his distance, merely observing them because really, who else was he going to eavesdrop on? They seemed to be the only ones recognizable anyway. |
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| Trowa Barton | May 3 2009, 02:58 PM Post #15 |
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I'm a clown. No, really.
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Oooh, I don't know what you're worried about. I personally think it's awesome! Way better than mine. Sounds like you read every single thread and know what's going on. If you didn't, then great acting job, dude! "It has been a long time since I have seen you, you... um... saw that movie?" Quatre had directed that at his sister, but Trowa felt compelled to interrupt. "Wasn't Zac Efron a great actor? Orlando Bloom seemed a little stiff—I wonder why he portrayed me as stiff? But Zac Efron was very believable in the role. I almost thought it was really Quatre on the screen." Of course, neither Orlando Bloom nor Zac Efron could play Trowa as well as William Shatner could, but enough about movies. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ine. Quatre's told me...erm...actually nothing whatsoever about you. Or about any of his sisters." Trowa assumed now that it meant Quatre had spent a lot of time as a child being forcibly dressed up in boas and floppy hats and being dragged to little girl tea parties by his sisters. Poor little git. "So, are you my brother's boy toy?" "And, um... yes. This is friend Trowa. Um, I mean. My friend. My - boyfriend - um, right?" Hmm...good questions. Trowa draped an arm around Quatre's shoulder, pulling him close as he considered an answer. "Yes, we're—" Lovers. "Friends." Partners. "Very good friends." Married. As Trowa saw it, they were a devoted couple in an open relationship...meaning Trowa could sleep around with whomever he chose but he'd kill Quatre if he did the same. Sometimes Trowa could be such a guy. Needless to say, Trowa had never cheated on Quatre. But he liked to think he could. Trowa was about to ask Ine if she was seeing anyone, when it suddenly occurred to him that he wouldn't know anyone she knew anyhow. It was kind of a scary thought picturing the sort of man she'd be intrigued by. Probably someone with a lot of tattoos. Unless she was a lesbian. That could be interesting. He'd just opened his mouth to say something stupid when he noticed someone who liked like Zorro standing some distance away, apparently eavesdropping on them. That didn't surprise him, as every man in the room was likely thinking of some excuse right now to come over and talk to Ine. But there was something oddly familiar about the guy...or was it a girl? An awfully long braid occasionally flicked against Zorro's back whenever he or she moved. "Hey, Quatre. Doesn't Zorro over there look familiar? That might be Wu Fei." Well how did Trowa know Wu Fei didn't have a long braid down his ass by now? He hadn't really seen him in ten years. |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 3 2009, 10:17 PM Post #16 |
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"Hey, Quatre. Doesn't Zorro over there look familiar? That might be Wu Fei." Quatre peered over his shoulder at the person in question. Wu Fei... no, that couldn't be him. He had just seen Wu Fei a few hours ago at the Preventor HQ and he was quite sure his hair was not that long. "No, that can't be Wu Fei... and that isn't Zorro. I think he is supposed to be the Dread Pirate Roberts. Honestly Trowa, you should stop watching that horrible Zac Efron movie and start watching quality movies." But who could it be? Braid. Lots of black. Only one answer for that one. Quatre blew his long black-dyed bangs out of his eyes and smiled up at Trowa while leaning possessively into him. Um, I mean... he was just leaning in closer to tell him who that braided Dread Pirate Roberts was. "I have a sneaking suspicion that's Duo," he stated quietly. "Let's go say hi." He looked up at his sister with a small grin. "We are going to see an old friend, of course you are free to join us if you want," he said cheerfully while wrapping his arm around "I see I am not the only one who decided to go for the emo/goth/all black look," he said to the Dread Pirate with a friendly smile. He handed the drink to Duo. Honestly, how could he be present in this thread without a drink? |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 3 2009, 11:45 PM Post #17 |
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Oh no! He'd been spotted! Duo spun around, ducking his head and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible when he saw Trowa aka Captain Kirk gesture his way. A lifted to tug his mask a little to check its security on his face, because surely, SURELY, he hadn't been recognized and was now going to die a horrible death because everyone in that room was plotting together to destroy him for his miserable fail in life… He took a few deep breaths and straightened up. Of course not. Crap! He grabbed his braid and yanked it over his shoulder, twisting it between both hands. Stupid, stupid.. turning around to hide his masked face.. great idea when he had a more recognizable braid hanging down his back! God he was an idiot. Idiot idiot idiot.. He practically jumped out of his skin when he spotted a shadow falling across the floor at his feet, and he twisted around, blinking as he came face to face with.. Quatre, and took a half-step backwards as he felt a cold glass shoved into his hand. Oh. Well. That wasn't so bad. The man was always so accommodating it made him feel almost guilty. He jumped slightly and lifted his gaze to his friend's face, realizing that he'd been staring at the drink in his hand as the other spoke to him. "I see I am not the only one who decided to go for the emo/goth/all black look." The words echoed in his brain for a few seconds. His fingers tightened around the glass in his hand and the corner of his mouth twitched in a lopsided grin. "Oh.. uh.. yea. It was.. the most abundant thing in my closet." He shifted his weight. Closet cosplay. Great. That sounded stupid even to him. Still, maybe they didn't know it was him. He glanced down. Braid. Shit. He let out a nervous laugh and dropped the thing back over his shoulder, out of prominent view, and took a huge gulp of whatever the hell he'd been handed, and abruptly choked on it. He coughed and grimaced. Smooth. He was a real winner. ..With a lower case 'w'. |
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| Trowa Barton | May 4 2009, 12:38 AM Post #18 |
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I'm a clown. No, really.
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Well, this was refreshing. Duo seemed to be acting like a complete idiot. It was nice when it wasn't Trowa for a change. He had no idea what Duo might be upset about, but then Trowa and Quatre had arrived late at Treize's estate two months ago when they were looking for help from the formerly dead bastard to find Trowa's abducted sister. Needless to say, they hadn't been there when Duo had strangled Dorothy, mistakenly thinking she had kidnapped his son. Meanwhile, Monica Quartermaine, having taken a wrong turn, had spun off the road and was lying in a ditch on the edge of town. No, wait. That last part was from a bad episode of General Hospital. Whether Quatre had ever discovered Duo's foul deed, Trowa didn't know...but then, he didn't know there was a foul deed to be discovered, so that was okay. Trowa still suspected this was secretly Wuffers ahead of them; after all, Waffles Discomfiture™ in public situations was a Wu Fei hallmark. "No, that can't be Wu Fei...and that isn't Zorro. I think he is supposed to be the Dread Pirate Roberts. Honestly Trowa, you should stop watching that horrible Zac Efron movie and start watching quality movies." "Horrible Zac Efron movie?" A few dozen brain cells in Trowa's head immediately exploded at the mere thought, but Quatre was wrapping his arm around Trowa's waist so he barely missed them. They soon arrived at Duo's side and Quatre offered him a drink. Come to think of it, Trowa could use another one too, so he grabbed something with a pretty parasol in it as a waiter conveniently strolled by, the way they always did when needed. "Hey, Duo. Great costume. You look a lot like Wu Fei from a distance. Can you guess who I am?" He sipped some of the drink while expecting Duo to spend several minutes pondering his amazing disguise. "So where have you been hiding yourself for the last couple months?" |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 4 2009, 10:16 AM Post #19 |
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"Oh.. uh.. yea. It was.. the most abundant thing in my closet." Quatre studied Duo closely. He was one of the smarter pilots, after all- but despite that Duo's discomfort was blatantly obvious. Unfortunately Quatre's Space Heart couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that made Duo so squeamish. Maybe Duo was intimidated by his dashing good looks? Nah. Maybe Duo was nervous about being in the presence of Captain Kirk? Heh, yeah right. Quatre kept quiet and listened as Trowa talk to Duo, silently observing the squirming braided youth. "Hey, Duo. Great costume. You look a lot like Wu Fei from a distance. Can you guess who I am?" How could Trowa ever confuse Duo and Wu Fei, Quatre would never know. They were polar opposites! Duo's chestnut brown hair looked nothing like Fei's authentic rail-straight ebony locks, and Wu Fei's perpetually narrowed eyes were incomparable to Duo's large, reflective gaze. Quatre's fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to pop Trowa lovingly in the back of the head. "So where have you been hiding yourself for the last couple months?" That was a great question. Sadly, due to Quatre's limitations, he was unable to continue friend-stalking the other pilots. He had no resources. He lacked a team of snooping lackeys now, and he was quite sure the elephants and lions wouldn't consent to checking up on a few washed up soldiers. Drats. "Yes, and how is Aderton?" He added, mentioning Duo's son quietly just in case the topic was a sensitive and secret one still. "You should bring him by the circus sometime, I am sure he would love it! Trowa and Catherine are practicing this new Tarzan and Jane meets the King of the Jungle act and it is amazing. Oh, especially the part where Trowa puts his head in the lion's mouth..." Quatre reached into his pocket and fished out another pair of tickets from box office in his pants and handed them to Duo. How the circus managed to stay afloat with all of these handouts is a mystery. "I think I have free popcorn vouchers somewhere, too..." Quatre mumbled, digging through his pocket again. |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 4 2009, 12:11 PM Post #20 |
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Duo rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, grinding his teeth together before taking a second, slower, swallow of the drink Quatre had obligingly given him, trying to pretend that being recognized didn't bother him. Over the rim of his glass, he could see Quatre staring at him as he drank. Quatre.. the resident empath. Great. Greeea- he realized his glass was already mostly empty. Shit. He just hoped the blonde, er, former blonde, hadn't developed mind-reading too. "Hey, Duo. Great costume. You look a lot like Wu Fei from a distance. Can you guess who I am?" He chewed on the rim of his glass, giving Trowa an incredulous stare. Quirking a brow, he replied in a garbled sort of way around the glass in his mouth. "Mhh.. Gapgan Girk?" Then he pulled the empty glass from between his teeth and repeated himself. "Captain Kirk, right?" ..He should probably act happier to see his fellows, but he'd already been insulted. How dare he be mistaken for that--- "So where have you been hiding yourself for the last couple months?" "Yes, and how is Aderton?" His mouth twitched. "You should bring him by the circus sometime, I am sure he would love it! Trowa and Catherine are practicing this new Tarzan and Jane meets the King of the Jungle act and it is amazing. Oh, especially the part where Trowa puts his head in the lion's mouth..." He stared blankly. Circus? Jungle? Lion? What the.. yet another object was shoved into his free hand. Purplish orbs tilted down to peer at the tickets. "I think I have free popcorn vouchers somewhere, too..." Duo watched Quatre dig through his pockets momentarily before his head dipped down and he started laughing. The tickets wrinkled as he wrapped his arm around his middle, bending over slightly as he lost control of himself, the laughter relaxing all the stress he'd been feeling and leaving nothing but vague amusement. His loud laughing was probably disrupting the party, but he didn't care. After quite a long time, he managed to calm down, rubbing his cheek as he straightened back up and grinned at them both. "You two never change, do you? It's like I never left at all." He folded the wrinkled tickets and put them in his pocket. "Well.. Addie's fine, we moved. I felt like I should get a new place.. seeing as it seemed like everybody knew where we where. ..The circus sounds like fun, I remember going to see you perform once, Tro. It was.. certainly interesting." He glanced around, setting down his empty glass at the first available opportunity. He'd probably drunk that too quickly. "How are you guys getting along?" |
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