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 Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:16 pm
[Character Information]
Name: Dominik
Birthday: June 20th, ----
Age: 26
Height: 188cm
Build: Runner's build, slim and only somewhat defined.
Ethnicity: German and Chinese mix. [But, he doesn't know himself.]
Eye Color: Black, gunmetal grey when exceptionally pleased with something.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short at the back with long bangs at the front, part of it at the back is tied back loosely and let long in a waist-length pony tail.
Jewelry: Anything with crosses, silver, and has a special adoration for moonstone and sapphire. Anything elegant, really.
Piercings: Three on each ear. Two hoops at the top, and a pair of double cross earrings that hang down from each lobe.
Status: Single
Orientation: Bisexual
Type: Someone who proves to be a challenge and is hard to get. He prefers people as elegant as himself, and intelligence plus self confidence will attract him like bees to honey.
Notes: Seems very 'loose' and may give the impression that he will sleep with anyone. Also has a bit of a sadistic streak and usually must have things his way.
Position: Waiter at SHC.
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Name: Viran
Birthday: June 20th, ----
Age: 26
Height: 187cm
Build: Runner's build, slim and only somewhat defined.
Ethnicity: German and Chinese mix. [But, he doesn't know himself.]
Eye Color: Black, gunmetal grey when exceptionally pleased with something.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short at the back with long bangs at the front, part of it at the back is tied back loosely and let long in a waist-length pony tail.
Jewelry: Silver bracelets with tribal designs. Has a love for rubies, but doesn't really wear jewelry in general. He'll always wear stuff to match Dominik, though, as well as things people give him that has emotional value to it.
Piercings: Three on each ear. Two hoops at the top, and a pair of double reverse cross earrings that hang down from each lobe.
Status: In denial a relationship with Searan.
Orientation: Homosexual
Type: He's... not sure.
Notes: Is a bit shy and paranoid when it comes to relationships, he doesn't give in to people easily. But he has a weak spot for children and is generally kind and caring.
Position: Waiter at SHC.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:19 pm
[Player Information]
Name: Kihoru, Demoral, Divinus, Luka [Call me by any of my character names and I'll most likely respond. XD]
Birthday: Dec. 12, 1991 [But I'm mature about things. I promise.. /snirk XD; ]
Age: 16
Occupation: Pending highschool dropout. OTL;;
Studying: Art~! IS MY PASSIOONN /SHOT/ I mean. D:
Time Spent on Gaia: >> Too much to be healthy.
Time Zone: Pacific Standard Time (-8 GMT)
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:23 pm
[RP Availability]
Type: MSNM/AIM/Guild
Status: Open-ish. D:
Type: Semi-Lit
Status: Always open. :3
Type: Lit
Status: Depends..
I have to make a note of this, although I doubt I'll have any trouble. But roleplaying is more of a task for me than an enjoyment if I'm not instantly interested. While I certainly do enjoy RPs, I hate trying to move an entire scenario on by myself. If you wish to RP with me, please please please don't make me do all the work! Even if your character is a super uke or something, that doesn't mean he'll break down and cry if I so much as poke him, okay?
Thanks <3
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:26 pm
[Training Log]
Tuesday, April 8th // Split rooms officially. Log is under Viran's care.
Sunday, March 30th // Explored and familiarized themselves with the building. Finished moving in completely and assigned rooms.
Saturday, March 29th // Joined SHC officially and given a change of clothes each.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:28 pm
[Wishlist & Gifts]
Dominik:
-- N/A
Viran:
+ Rabbit plush from Searan
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 5:01 pm
March 30th, 2008
Dominik// --
It seems that I'll be keeping a journal now, at Viran's insistence. He says it will help me keep my mind off other things-- more useful things, in my opinion. In any case, I am required to write for an hour each week. It will teach me patience, he says.
An hour? How does one possibly go about writing for an hour without stop? It's absurd, I tell you.
But while we're at it, let me write down a few things. I suppose it's no useful information to me, as I know myself quite well. But I suppose if anyone were to get their hands on this thing years down the road, they'd want to know a bit about the writer.
My name is Dominik, the elder twin of Viran.. At least, I think. No, our names are nothing a like-- We chose our own names. Might you notice that I didn't put down a surname? The fact is, we have none. We were left on the streets to die before I could even remember. But as the tale goes, a kind woman found us on the streets and took us in. However, the woman's husband-- being the b*****d violent drunk he was, accidentally killed his wife in a fit of uncontrolled anger about four years after we had been living there. I remember that the most vividly... That is, the blood.
In any case, we were sent away when that man was arrested, into an adoption center. Not that that guy wouldn't have chased us out anyway, he was quite insane and out of it. But where was I...?
Right, the adoption center. Nothing pleasant to remember. They worked us mercilessly, and when I had come down with a fever that nearly took my life, Viran had enough and broke us both out. It wasn't anything epic, sadly... There was a tunnel underground that connected to our rooms. You'd think maybe those slave drivers would figure it out by now?
That fever though... While it didn't do any lasting damage that could be seen by my appearance, I cannot see out of my right eye. Not even Viran knows of this, and I don't intend to tell him, else it might just encourage him to go back and tear that entire place down.
I love my brother, but sometimes he's just so uptight and cynical it scares me.
After the episode with the adoption center, by some quirk of chance and luck [I hardly believe in fate or destiny. Too romanticized, you see.] Viran managed to get a job. Although what that job was, I can't say for sure-- He was always careful to keep it from me. By that time, I believe we were fourteen, hardly the right age for anything, But in any case, Viran hassled me into attending a private school. He didn't go with me, saying he had to work.
Actually, come to think of it...I might have always known what he did. Perhaps I'll finally confront him about it tonight. I really hope it's not what I'm thinking, to be honest. But where else would a fourteen year old boy, with no formal education whatsoever, be able to suddenly get enough money for me to not only get an education, but at the best school at that?
It's only been fifteen minutes? This writing thing really sucks. I hated English class, and I still hate it now. This journal is going to be more tedious than I had initially thought. Perhaps I ought to make Viran go through this boring procedure with me, if it must be done.
I suppose I'll continue my tale, then. Not that it's much of one.
I graduated highschool and university with top marks and worked as an accountant for some time. Math bore me-- yet it gave us enough money to get by, for the most part. Viran stopped working the moment I got my job and spent his time wandering the streets while I worked. Sometimes I would look out the office window and see him standing, twenty six floors below, looking back up at me. I remember wishing he would call so that I had an excuse to stop what I was doing. But he never did-- That cellphone I got him still looks new, as though he kept it in a glass case.
But, at any rate, despite how much I hated my job, I wasn't the one who quit it. In actuality, I was laid off as the company began to go bankrupt. I had been working there for about... two years? It's hazy in my mind, I guess because it just felt like I was wasting my time.
Things were looking pretty bad again after that with Viran always in a pathetic mood, like a defeated dog. Often, I'd leave for a few minutes and return to find him curled up looking like hell, as though he'd been crying something ferocious. Then, another stroke of luck-- just a few days ago, actually. A man approached us, I believe his name was Searan. He looked us over and despite my brother's instant hostility, accepted us into something he calls his 'family'. In short, he hired us as waiters in his cafe... or host club, whichever you would rather view it as. I believe I'd like to work as a host, if all I must do is entertain people. Viran is against the thought, though. He says it's not an honorable job and someone with my education should know better.
But I'm not out to sleep with anybody, so it shouldn't matter, right? It's harmless entertainment.
As usual, however, Viran gets his way and we are merely working as waiters for now. But, slim as the idea might be, if someone wants me as a host sometime down the road, I'd definitely accept. It would be like a day off.
I must admit I cheated. For about twenty minutes, all I've been doing is sitting here stalling for time while I figure out what I write next. But I'm almost done, about five more minutes and I'm free to go explore the rest of my new home. I'd like to talk to Searan a bit more, too. He seems fairly interesting despite what Viran says. I believe my brother is either growing senile or turning a bit too paranoid for my liking. We've both lived on the streets and learned quite well how to fight our way out of things, I hardly believe anyone in this building has the ability to overpower either of us.
On another note, my hair is growing too long. I should cut it, maybe? Or maybe not, it looks good like this. I'm just glad that Searan doesn't request his waiters to wear wig nets. Those things are horrid and hardly appealing.
Time's up. I think I'll go take a shower.
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March 31st, 2008
Viran// --
I need to stop giving in to Dominik. While I like to read, I don't particularly like to write, especially about myself. I have enough patience... and many things to do. Sitting here for an hour writing is hardly going to do anything for me. Dominik, on the other hand, can learn to sit still for once and stop flirting with everyone he fancies.
A promise is a promise, however, and so write I shall. I don't see the need to document my life story, but I suppose I should take advantage of pen and paper to get rid of some of the darker secrets I've been holding, as Nik suggested.
Last night, Dominik asked me about a part of my life. The only part of my life where I had felt utterly alone. I didn't want to tell him and after a lengthy three hour interrogation, he simply threw me this book and told me to write it, if I shan't share with him. I guess this is the most I can do for him.
I admit, I don't know why I still hide it from my brother. The past is the past, but I suppose I am ashamed. At the age of fourteen, I wasn't thinking of myself. I hated the way our life had played out up till then, and I hated the way everyone looked down at us. Dominik didn't seem to notice, but I did. Street brats, those crude, unrefined children that wandered the streets and caused trouble. That was how everyone saw us.
I didn't want Dominik to end up like that, especially when he got older. I wanted a brother I could be proud of, if I couldn't be proud of myself. I knew Nik could be what I envisioned. Someone refined, educated, and well respected-- Something that I would never be.
So when I was on the streets and a man approached me offering me a huge sum of money to do one simple task, I jumped at the chance.
It turned out that that task was not so simple. I was to be his pet and cater to all his needs-- mostly sexual. He was rough with his treatments and enjoyed stuff such as bondage and borderline torture. It hurt, but I endured-- the money he paid me made up for all of that. Best of all, he gave us a separate place to stay and promised me he wouldn't touch my brother. I trusted him and despite that man's twisted past times, he was honorable where his promises were concerned. Dominik attended school and performed above and beyond expectations. I was proud, and at the same time insanely jealous. We shared the same face, the same appearance... But we were two different people. He was the 'me' that I dreamed of, but not.
As the time dragged on, I began to hate myself more and more. When Dominik got a job, I broke all ties with my 'master', as I had been told to call him. Not surprisingly, he let me go. He had been screwing with a new pet of his the final time I went to talk with him-- and continued to do so throughout our conversation. He had no shame.
I think Dominik and I never mended after that. At least, I don't think I've ever forgiven him. I adore him and wish to protect him, but I don't feel the same closeness to him as I did when we were children. In fact, I can almost say I hate him, who he is 'now'. It's funny, since I worked so hard to forge him into what he is, and in turn he had responded with nothing less.
So now, more often than not, I turn him away. But it hurts me, as well. I hate to see him flirting with others and being so loose with himself, it's disgusting. That part of him wasn't what I wanted. Then again, Domink is Dominik and not my toy or work of art that I can alter as I please. I must constantly remind myself of that. While I am free to be as jealous as I wish, he is still human and still the brother I love; his own person in his own right.
Switching the topic to something less dark. We were given a place and jobs a few days ago. It is a nice change, but I am wary of that man; Searan. He seems pleasant enough, but that is how I thought of the 'master' at first, as well.
Dominik has accused me of being paranoid more and more increasingly as of late. I think I am beginning to reach the end of his patience. Am I too controlling? I'm just worried. I didn't work so hard to have him go down the same path as me.
In any case, I'm uncertain about what Searan has said about our jobs. Hosts? How does that work?
I will think about it tonight. We are only hired as waiters right now, anyway-- and that's an easy enough job in exchange for everything we've been given. It sure as hell beats stealing and screwing for food and shelter.
Ten minutes until my hour is up...
Dominik won't know if I close this now.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:51 pm
Viran// --
I woke up today to find myself alone. It's a stupid thing and I hate to say it, but if I don't get this off my chest I feel as though I'm going to drive myself insane.
I panicked when I searched the room and Dominik wasn't there. It's not that big of a place if one is trying to go through things. It's not like we have a big wardrobe that he could hide in or anything. So when I checked in the bathroom and he wasn't there, I almost broke down and cried. It made me feel cold from the inside out and I was so caught up in just thinking that my mind blanked out. I hadn't thought that maybe he would have gotten up earlier and gone downstairs or something. After all, Dominik has never woken up before I did. He has a bad habit of staying in bed until I shove him off it.
I feel somewhat guilty in saying this, but I'm glad that the cafe isn't open yet. I don't think I could've handled working today at all. I don't want to see anyone. Dominik returned shortly after I woke up, and he had couldn't stop laughing when I started crying. Actually, I can see why it's so funny... But he really had no idea of the despair I felt. I hate him. I love him.
So... For most of the day, I've done nothing but sit in bed and look out the window. Dominik hasn't returned since he left again this morning-- I hope he's not fighting with Ferdinand.
Ah.. Fer is a new coworker who was hired the day after we had been. He's interesting, but I wish he'd stop provoking Nik. Those two don't get along at all. Though while Ferdinand acts pleasant and restrained, I think he tends to let himself go a little more around my brother. That is, in mocking Dominik. I guess it is a fun thing sometimes... That is, seeing my brother rant and rave like a temperamental child. But still.
It's funny how this goes... Whenever Dominik isn't with me, I feel uncomfortable. I panic and lose control, I want him there with me and he's always on my thoughts. But when he is around, I don't want to touch him. Perhaps I'm just not the touchy type? Or perhaps when he's there, I lose my appreciation for him.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm alright. Is it healthy to be so obsessive? I can justify my protectiveness over Dominik with the fact that he is my only brother. But can I justify the way I always think about him? My feelings seem to fluctuate from brotherly love to incestuous love. It's not a good sign...
I think what I need most is a distraction. Nik will probably appreciate it if I left him alone, as well. I should talk to Searan, maybe request separate rooms. The problem is...
I don't know if I can survive like that.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 3:51 pm
April 8th, 2008
Viran// --
I hate my brother sometimes. I don't know whether he purposely forgets 'that' or he does it on purpose. My bet is on the latter. Nik may be spoiled, but he's not stupid-- and definitely not forgetful.
"It's okay. I don't mind." Yeah, right. A weird quirk like that? Even if Searan doesn't mind, I mind. This... What the hell is this? How am I going to work like this?
If it was a co-worker or something, fine. If it was the violinist, fine. Hell, if it was Fredinand, fine. But my boss? How the hell do I go off kissing my boss and living it down?
Let's see.. "Oh, I'm sorry. I happen to have a minor obsession with kissing rabbits.. Hahaha?" No? That doesn't sound ******** up and sick at all, am I right?
Ugh.. I hate you, Dominik. It's all your fault.
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April 8th, 2008
Dominik// --
So... Right now, I'm sitting outside on the roof. It's actually quite pleasant here, though I can't exactly say that it is a nice place to sleep. Viran locked me out of the room last night, pleasant little guy. He's really throwing a big tantrum over nothing. It was just harmless fun, really. Besides, a kiss means nothing. A momentary thing that's forgotten the next day, alcohol optional.
I can't say I was particularly angry last night, even if I did have to sleep in the cafe. Thankfully, no one came in during the night-- but, I don't think I would have cared either way. I like seeing Viran worked up, something about it pleases me greatly. But after the row we had this morning, my patience for him is wearing thin.
When two people live together, see each other day in and day out, of course-- no matter how much they love each other, siblings or as lovers, they will fight. That's understandable. Siblings can be angry with each other for an entire day, even an entire night, but for us.. We do not carry that dislike past that. Especially over something so childish? He can have the room, have the bed for himself. I embarrassed him, that much I'll admit so the punishment I'll take, but if he insists on being unreasonable, then I see no further need to indulge him.
Yes, I'll admit that it was I who encouraged Searan to go through with the act, as well as drop the hints on how to get at Viran. But I didn't really think he'd have that big of a reaction. I'm beginning to think Viran really does like our boss more than he lets on. Else why would it matter to him so much? Sure, he hates physical interaction and hesitates at even exchanging hugs with old friends, but it's not as though he's never kissed strangers before. When you live on the streets and beg for food, sometimes people ask weird things in exchange... And when you're... well, essentially starving to death, you do it.
I don't get him. Viran seems so flustered and out of it lately.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 1:38 am
Viran// --
Sleeping in Searan's office for now, while a room is being arranged for me. It's time Nik and I both grew up anyway. We've never been separated before, I was too scared to let him go. But now it seems like I'm looking forward to it. Seeing that guy makes me sick. I guess it's even worse that we're twins, hm? I see him every time I look in the mirror. Glad Searan doesn't really keep any around in his work place.
I really appreciate the boss being so lenient with us both. Though I feel pretty bad that I dragged him into this personal squabble. It's not as though he needs to put up with Nik and I. He even apologized for something that was my fault to begin with. I shouldn't be giving him any more s**t. But still, I can't shake off the habit of being wary around him. Everyone.
... I still haven't properly apologized to him yet.. about everything, especially my overreacting. I suppose I have a lot of things to apologize to him about and also thank him for.....his present. I haven't had anyone give me any plushies for a long while. The ones I had before, that guy shredded them up.
This one is by far the most expensive of any I got before, though. The stitch work is very fine and the material is soft and yielding. The fur doesn't fall off or stick to anything either, and... Well, it's cute. And big. I guess it's my companion for the nights now, ha.
I'm not really used to sleeping alone, in all honesty. It's colder at night and I sometimes wish someone would climb in beside me.
Oh.. Yeah.
I was talking to Ferdinand this morning. He brought me a cup of warm tea. That guy smiles too much.. More than before, anyway. I think he's hiding something. Or maybe he's in a good mood because that lounge singer was giving him some attention?
In any case, we delved a bit back into what really happened that night when Searan got drunk. Apparently Fer was in his room and lingered a bit to study the pictures. He didn't really give away whatever he might have concluded, though. That bartender is so weird... But he did hint that I should talk to Searan about it.
As curious as I am, I don't really think it's my place to ask him about his personal life. I already heard more than I should have that night.
I wonder if the boss...--
[The rest of this page of the journal had been torn out.]
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