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Tweak says, "where are you now?"

Warren Torres (neosporin) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-09-22 03:40:00

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kazuki watanabe, warren torres, zach kitano

Tuesday: October 2, 2007
Who: Warren and Zach (Brief appearance from Kazuki)
When: Afternoon
Where: Tailors
What: Not a promising start

Elysium was a hard place to get used to. Waking up in a bed just as comfortable as home could easily deceive someone. Well Warren at least. He would get dressed and expect himself to be inside his apartment complex, the previous day nothing but a nightmare. Of course that was not to say that where he actually was residing was a nightmare. He just missed home. Electricity, phones..oh yes..and an iPod. The ipod came first. It was so sad that he considered an iPod more important than anything else.

As mid morning drew near, he dressed fairly aware of what he was wearing and walked (staggered most likely) down the road. He stopped by the café before he entered the tailor’s shop, oddly suspicious that it was dark, but there was someone working. He opened the curtains to let some light in but he was immediately greeted by a very vibrant haired young man.

Kazuki made almost a growling nose as he shut the curtains, rubbing his head. “What the hell? You can’t just open the curtains without asking an employee. Who the hell are you?” He was in a very bitter mood. He was trying to modify a dress for Umeko and it was going perfect before some guy decided to interrupt him. He was very cute, but he had an aura that said he was going to be an annoyance. The worst part was he wasn’t moving. “Ugh. May I help you?”

Well, what an honor it would be to work with such a man. “Uhm. Actually we’ll be working together. So, if you don’t mind. I would prefer to not work like we’re sewing up dead bodies. It’s a little bit on the freakish side.” Warren turned to the other side of the room. Would they have to resort to working on opposite sides of the room? Most likely he could tell with this odd bloke.

Kazuki turned his head slowly towards Warren. “Wo..Working together? With some British smart ass who is already working my nerves?” It was Kazuki’s lunch break so to call it and he needed it. The vampire looked at the piled mess in the corner. “Fine…I suggest you get to the mess in the corner. Considering I have been here longer, I say I can tell you what to do.” He went towards the door and left, quite in the pissed off mood.

Warren simply sat in the chair Kazuki occupied. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. It looks like a dog tore up that corner.” He couldn’t believe he was being ordered around by someone who looked like they were fifteen years old. Sighing he decided he better get to work before there was hell to pay.

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coalintodiamond
2008-09-23 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Zach walked down the road with his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders upraised to block the suddenly chill air from his neck. He wasn't wearing anything but very light sleeves since he expected the weather to get warmer today. All of the warm weather lately made him think this place was made of year long summers, but maybe he was wrong about that. After his purposeful run-in with Hayate at the café, Zach wanted to get his mind off the unsure assumptions placed into his head from his worrying nature. Also, he needed to get a suit for Nathaniel's upcoming dinner party.

Nathaniel had sent invitations to both Zach and Adrienne about his dinner party this Wednesday. He asked both of them to appear, and Zach only had one formal outfit. It was the exact same one he wore for Valentine's Day this year, so he wanted to get a new one instead of wearing the same old one again. He considered just wearing some dressy casual clothes, but Adrienne informed him that when she wrote back to Nathan, she asked if it was formal attire. Nathan wrote back and told her yes, which meant he couldn't go dressy casual. Zach was better at that look than anything else. If he was going to get something formal to wear, he was probably going to need help.

Not wanting to disappoint his friend, Zach decided he would head out today and try to find a suit to wear for Wednesday night. They always had people in the tailor shop who could help with that sort of thing, so Zach went alone.

As he approached the entrance to the shop, Zach looked up and noticed most of the windows were still closed. Why was that? It was afternoon. They should have been open by now. Zach walked up the path to the door and hesitantly grabbed the handle to try it. It opened easily, and he took careful steps inside to look around and see if anyone was even there. It looked pretty dark on the interior, and Zach's steps slowed down considerably. "Hello?" he asked out loud. Zach glanced around for a brief moment. "Is anyone actually here? Or should I leave?" His thumb gestured towards the door at the final part of his question, despite the fact that there might not even be anyone around to see it.

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soory for the wait dear and I hope this is okay!

neosporin
2008-09-25 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Was the cheery old vampire back already? Warren was at the back of the shop so he figured he would wait until he heard the vampire complain about how he wasn’t done yet. The clothes were only on the desk nearby. He so far was only able to sort the clothes by slacks, shirts, ties-that sort of thing. He was dreading another moment of confrontation.

So far he heard no bitching so could it be that the vampire was working on sewing his mouth shut? Highly unlikely. So he turned towards the direction of the footsteps and somewhat walked in time with them. Curiosity always made his senses a little tense so when the person spoke he jumped and dumped a shelf load of clothes in front of him. He hoped the person was not that close in front of him or he would be buried in a heap of clothes.

“Oh bullocks! He’s going to bite head off!” Not thinking of the chance that the person could be in the heap of clothes, he took off his shoes and stepped on the pile of clothes so he could start picking up an area. “SHITE!” he cursed madly, now searching to try and open the curtains since it was too dark to see how much damage he had done. Fuck it for being so dark. It wasn’t his fault.

“Oh wait..isn’t someone here?” Oh god, he was showing such great people skills…where were they anyway?

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It's awesamo! ;-D

coalintodiamond
2008-09-29 11:46 am UTC (link)

Zach had to be honest with himself. As he was walking along the darkened tailor shop, he wasn't expecting a heap of clothes to fly at him. He let out a yelp and ducked, but he still got hit with a random pink sweater and a long-sleeved shirt and something else much smaller that got caught on his hand. Zach didn't know what it was, but he immediately shook off the offending fabric as he crouched on the floor. Zach pulled off the other things and tossed them down onto the floor, his hair a mess and his face scrunched into a look of aggravation. "What the hell was that?" Zach asked, hearing the British accented voice, but not seeing the person it belonged to as whoever it was as run off.

Then, a curtain pulled back and revealed bright sunlight, allowing it to pour into the tailor shop and provide some actual light to see by. Zach spotted the offender and stood to his feet, running a hand over his hair to try and straighten it now that it was all messed up. "Yeah, someone's here," Zach said angrily. "Mind telling me why it's suddenly raining clothes in the tailor shop? I thought we were safe from war in here, and then I get attacked by sweaters and shirts trying to suffocate me on sight." It wasn't exactly the way he expected to be greeted at the tailor shop, of all the things he had in mind. The first thing he thought he might see were a bunch of giggly girls working in here. Instead, there was a British man.

Elysium sure was an interesting place sometimes, Zach thought.

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so sorry x 293030303 :*

neosporin
2008-10-07 03:50 pm UTC (link)

When Warren just saw the hair, he thought he had caused the giant mess on a girl. His eyes then diverted to the side with a sigh of giant relief when it was a male with longer hair than him. "Oh thank god. I thought you were a woman for a second. That would have been terrible." Of course, he wasn't thinking about the fact that the stranger was already angry and didn't need any of his thoughtless comments tacked on to what Warren had just done to him.

"Why-Why is raining clothes?" Is asked back dumbly, somewhat wondering the same thing. Maybe he could put them both at ease by coming up with something. "I'd say because the actual..I'd say 'owner' throws the clothes around here like he has rabies. Then when people like his underlings are supposed to clean up after him we have no idea where the hell this shit goes."

Warren was trying not to laugh when the man reminded him of what had just happened. When the actual event occurred it was horrendous, but now that he thought about it Warren put a hand to his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. He was actually failing because he was chuckling despite his hard effort not to. "Least you didn't get panty raided. That could have been more embarrassing.If someone walked in they would have pegged you as a pervert..or something worse."

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coalintodiamond
2008-10-10 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Zach blinked dumbly at Warren. Well, his hair wasn't that long, but he did need to cut it. It had been a while since he had a haircut, and it was getting kind of shaggy. Usually, when people said Zach looked like a girl it had little to do with his hair, so he wasn't exactly happy hearing it from Warren. "And what made you think I was a woman?" Zach asked, gesturing at his chest with one of his hands as he brought up the question.

The blinking continued for a moment as Zach took in the guy's explanation. "Okay," he said. Well, now he was just confused. Then, the laughing threw him even more off-guard and Zach raised his eyebrows, his mouth half open, as he tried to make sense of the increasingly weird situation. Who knew shopping for a suit could be this awkward? Someone should have read him the fine print before he went out to do this formal wear thing alone.

Zach's face turned pink, and he thought it was best he didn't comment on anything else. Part of him didn't want to jest with the guy so soon. He might think they were friends, and Zach was still a little put off by the whole 'girl' thing. "Anyway," Zach finally said, "do you work here? And are you the only person here right now?" Zach looked down at the clothes on the floor. "I'm looking to get a suit. Not five new sweaters. I lack the ten alien arms for it."

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neosporin
2008-10-12 12:45 am UTC (link)

Warren took a look at Zach and looked to the floor, picking up clothes as he began to explain to Zach why he thought he could have been a woman. “Well, for one..you whine. You’re voice hits this kind of pitch that sometimes passes for a dame. I know I whine so I would know.” He tossed a load of clothes to the corner of the room and put up a second finger. “Two. Jesus Christ you are the shortest man I have ever met. Not to mention you have this type of form close to that vampire kid I work for. He’s on the border-bloke-dame line.” He pushed some clothes fairly neatly into a drawer. “Three, you have feminine features from your face to your feet. I feel a little awkward going into it but it’s not just the hair.” Warren glanced seriously at Zach. “Trust me. I know hair.” He put both hands out. “Hey! Be happy about it. That’s not a bad thing. It’s not that I think you are still a girl. It was a one glance kind of thing.” The healer glanced at Zach’s chest. “And you’d have horrible breasts. Let’s not get into that.”

He finally decided to answer the ultimate question in regards of his working status. “Yes. I work here. I mean..I just started today, but I do indeed work here as of now. The person who seems to ultimately own the place is on break. For now I guess I am the best you got.” Warren folded his arms and nodded a few times. “I can get you an impressive looking suit. No problem.”

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coalintodiamond
2008-10-17 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Zach made a horrified face at Warren's suggestion that he whined and his voice grew in pitch. "I do not whine!" Zach said loudly, clearly whining in response to hearing that he whined. his eyes got even wider at Warren's next statement. Okay, so Zach knew he was short, but he wasn't the shortest man in existence. Suddenly, he straightened himself up and wished he wore his boots today. They normally bumped him up to a false five foot seven whenever he wore them because of the thick soles. Warren didn't stop at his height, though. He went right into bashing Zach's form and features, calling him feminine from head to toe and Zach didn't even know what about himself apparently made him so feminine.

His shoulders immediately slumped, his chest deflating right after he puffed it up and was about to go on a ranting spree. His eyes stared down at the floor for a moment, and he crossed his arms. "I am not feminine," he replied quietly, and there was an underlying petulant tone in his voice. He got that occasionally from people, but most of the time they never said things like that about him. He found himself rolling his eyes a moment later and focusing a scrunched up face on Warren. "First, you diss me and call me a girl, and now I'm supposed to be proud of my 'girlish' features, as you put it?" Zach thought about punching the guy just to feel better, but he wasn't even in an arguing mood today. It left as quickly as it came. Zach shook his head. Punching a guy who worked in a clothing shop for calling him 'feminine' just didn't feel right.

Even after Warren went on to talk about how he just started working here, it all went right over Zach's head. He was now trying to figure out what made him feminine. "What do you mean, I have feminine features?" Zach suddenly asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

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neosporin
2008-10-20 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Warren gave Zach a look like he had a giant spot of snot in between his eyes. “You asked me what made me think you were a woman, so I told you.” He advised the younger of them. “Where I came from I had six sisters, so being told I was girlish was something equal to” he pointed to a spot on the wall. “See that spot. How matter of fact it is? It was equivalent to that. It’s just it a statement. It’s not like you are a female. He kicked at the desk nearby lightly.

“I’ve been around more girls then men. They always point out stupid shit like I am pointing out about you at like the most stupid of times. I don’t even know you. It’s just the figure hair thing. You don’t have much muscle mass, the structure of your face could pass as both male and female..and I was being a grumpy sod. Don’t worry. You’re a good looking guy.” He gave a defensive gesture. “I don’t mean it in that way.

He’d punch himself if he could. “Seriously though. I’m an idiot. Never be offended by anything I say. I worked at an fashion editorial. What does that say? That means half of my brain is missing.”

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coalintodiamond
2008-10-25 02:04 am UTC (link)

Zach crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. Well, he could have an attitude about it or let it go. Zach let out a little sigh and figured his should just let it go. Just as easily as he had been riled up about it, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders. His eyebrows went up for a second as Warren said he was a good-looking guy, though. He might have even actually huffed in amusement, suppressing a possible laugh at the 'I didn't mean it that way' part.

"Okay," Zach said. "Let's just . . . pretend the last few moments didn't happen. Soooo, how do I get a suit around here? Hopefully, I don't have to sell my body 'cause I don't really think that would work out for me." That was his lame attempt at a joke. Zach looked around and scratched the back of his neck. "Simple suit. All black or dark gray or something. I think that would do. I dunno, actually. I'm supposed to go to a dinner party a friend is hosting." He turned to look back at Warren with a confused look on his face. "Exactly what do you wear at a dinner party?"

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neosporin
2008-10-29 12:39 am UTC (link)

Warren snorted a laugh when it came to Zach’s comment about selling his body. “Be careful now. The bloke who actually owns this shop might have taken you up on the offer.” He went towards where the V-man (as he now decided to call him) kept the suits. “I hate dinner parties. I always like to be the one who pisses people off and wears jeans and a t-shirt. But I can understand if this dinner party thing means a lot. I just hate suits on me.” He let his eyebrow arch high when he tried to recall if he shared his name. Probably not given the ..odd conversation they had. “My name is Warren. I’m new. Not just to the store, but to this place.”

The healer put a suit that was pretty much bright red. “You know..you could wear this with a pimp jacket and call it a day. “ he put it away along with the costumes. “Christ you couldn’t get me to wear that even if I was told there was a bomb in my house.” Take that back, all his amazing shit was in his house. “Of course..after I got all of my stuff out that is.”

He decided to answer Zach seriously. “Just wear something like this.” He handed him a typical black button down shirt without the annoying jacket. “Who says you need the jacket right? It’s not lame button down, this vampire actually makes decent shite.” Warren was able to admit. “And there are tones of black pants in the corner. I’d recommend that. I just can’t see you wearing a suit. I can see you going in casual, but I wouldn’t peg you for the suit kind of guy. It doesn’t…well..suit you..”

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Fin!

coalintodiamond
2008-11-08 10:45 am UTC (link)

Zach made a face as if he were about to hiss. "Ooh, good thing I didn't run into him," he replied. Not that he wouldn't like the guy who owned this place, if he did own it, but he would rather not going through the awkward motions of getting a suit from someone who was eying him every other second while he was getting fitted or trying on clothes. In fact, Zach didn't know how things worked around here, so he was wondering that very fact.

He didn't have anything against suits himself. Zach thought they could rather snazzy at times and make you look sophisticated in the right setting. "As long as there isn't a tie or bow, I'm good," he said with a stout nod. Zach wasn't a big fan of either of those additions. "Oh, my name's Zach, by the way."

Zach laughed aloud at the bright red suit. "Yeah, pimp suits aren't my style." Zach liked the simple pick, and he wasn't a big fan of the jackets sometimes. They looked too formal. "I'm not really the suit kind of guy, actually. I like simple stuff." He took the shirt and wondered down to pant section to grab a pair that matched. After he tried it on, he found it just fine and looked pretty good. Once he changed back into his old clothes, he came out again. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. Thanks for the help," Zach said with a smile.

He reached out to shake the guy's hand in farewell. He wasn't so bad. Maybe just nervous about his first day working or something. "I'll see ya around," he called out as he left the store. At least now he didn't have to worry about having a suit for the dinner party.

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