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[May. 3rd, 2008|01:45 am] |
Who: Valentin
When: Friday after 7 p.m
Where: Outside the house he shares with Galen
Valentin hated modeling, but he wasn't very qualified for much else, and he had just enough international notoriety for simple things to become complicated in addiction to his refusal to do anything related to customer service.
He feared his father may attempt to make him return and work at the company if he did not occupy himself with something his father deemed useful while he was in the States. They weren't going to allow him to stay and just do nothing but shop and spend money on his boyfriend.
Valentin enrolled at George Washington University to appease his father, and had contacted a local modeling agency that could help him find work earlier that day.
One thing he was nervous about was passing the upcoming DMV test, he'd honestly never driven himself anywhere in his entire life and while he was sure he could pass the knowledge part of the test he was worried about the actual driving part. It was because he was so nervous that he convinced Mikko to help him practice in the lexus in their driveway. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:45 pm] |
Who: Damion and everyone who can conceivably be there.
Where: Damion's home
When: The afternoon of April 1
The whole thing had actually been Alainna's idea. Something about a spring afternoon garden party with practically public invitations. She'd lit up at the thought of planning such a thing and Damion hadn't cared to refuse her. It kept her distracted, anyway, which was preferable for him for now. And she seemed keen on inviting not only the sort of people they normally socialized with, but anyone she'd ever even briefly met. And most certainly she wanted those of her kind among them.
That was likely her consolation to Damion for humoring her with the party.
And it might actually manage to take his mind off his concerns of late. Off the fact that there seemed to be some other player in his game, on his turf. Someone involving themselves far too closely with the people he had taken a particular interest in. And the oracle-child could (would?) tell him nothing.
Better to play the charming host for a few hours, watch his wife smile, and possibly get a few hooks into a few new people.
At least Donovan seemed to be coming along nicely. And Matheson, if he could learn to keep a reign on his temper. Among others. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
Who: Valentin and Galen
Where: Their home
When: After the Bar incident.
The ride back to their shared home was quiet, too quiet, so quiet in fact that it was possibly an unnerving experience for both Galen and Mikko who were probably more accustomed to Valentin's bratty penchant for bitching and moaning about anything that had vexed him. One evening after they'd attended a concert that Galen had been dying to see, Valentin had bitched the entire way home about a woman who was a few rows in front of them who kept flailing her arms around and flashing her tits.
Tonight was different. It wasn't the first time Galen had sneaked out, but it was different and the significance of the difference was not lost on him despite his best efforts to put his paranoia aside. High punks that spewed words like "connections"...
What connection? What connection could that man possibly be prattling on about? What?
Once the car turned into the drive and Mikko had turned it off, Valentin jetted out of the car without one word and made haste toward the door. He had things on his mind. |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2008|04:28 pm] |
Who: Galen and OPEN
Where: Bar
When: Late Friday Night
Galen didn’t know why he was there, without Val. He’d sort of snuck out too, forgoing all the distractions his lover had given him, and all the reasons to stay in his bed curled up next to a warmth that was unmistakable…and irreplaceable. He did like Val…maybe really love him. He thought he loved Val, but sometimes he wasn’t sure. How were you supposed to know things like that?
But he was here, at the club with the flier and paying off half like the clerk guy had said. He was looking for someone he didn’t have a name off…could barely remember what he looked like. But he and Pasi could remember what he felt like.
Not in the handing hands, or hugs sort of feel. It was more of…presence. A taste of nostalgia and longing because there was something old and ancient and unexplainable. Rational thought couldn’t hold a candle to it because it was all as irrational as having a Goddess living in your head.
Even if it were a true.
Dressed in low-rise black, girl style jeans and a AFI tight tee-shirt. He had a belt, and navy blue and white shoes that were vaguely reminiscent of keds. And the whole look was topped off with a hoodie he’d bought at hot topic the other day, makeup that made him look more like a girl than a boy, and clean…brushed black hair.
The music was loud, and he wrinkled his nose a little, hands stuffed in pockets as he squeezed around hoards of Goths and Rocker all intermingled in a frightening mixture of genre clashing. And he, the lone Emo boy trying to go unnoticed while pitching himself up on toes to stare about the crowd wide-eyed in search of a nameless face.
This was probably one of the most ridiculous things he’d ever done. And this was so not his scene. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
Who: Valentin Antila
When: Around 2 p.m
Where: H Street
Valentin discovered after a trip to the Employment Office that going there was a wasted trip of his time. After being instructed over to a computer to deal with a busy and disorganized web site that he had already visited at home, he typed in his personal information and took a skills assessment test that he found tedious at best and that he really lacked the patience for. Then he met and spoke with a squat woman in rectangular glasses and a Farah seventies hairstyle who looked like she'd been sitting at that desk all her life and perhaps had a subconscious deathwish. A bunch of monotonous questions and a few unintelligible and ridiculous job recommendations later followed by his quick refusal to do the few laborious jobs tossed his way and the woman practically told him he shouldn't have to worry about working anyway since his family was well off after insulting the fashion industry and suggested to him that he should attend some local university while he was in the country. By the time Valentin was done speaking with her the woman's unspoken desire to have someone put her out of her misery like a cow that was confined to a stall that was too small to turn around in seemed clear to him.
He wondered how normal people ever managed to get a job that didn't require a certain level of mental retardation and self loathing and for one of the few times in his life thanked his lucky stars that he had been born so privileged. Gratitude however, did not help him find a job and he started to think he would venture down H Street to that Subway he passed on the way in for a pick me up. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
Helena and Visa, Valentin's unnerving parents, were at last both gone from his place at the Ritz-Carlton and Valentin was most pleased to see them gone.
And because they were gone, Valentin could now discuss his plans more freely and without the added pressure of trying to keep those plans secret.
Plans for a vacation with Galen.
Possible job related plans, something he devised to speak to Galen about and it wasn't because he really desired to have a job, but because he wanted to stay in the country longer and even with the immunity he received he was sure that the last incident would not look good when he applied for visa renewal.
He had plans for the two of them to purchase a place together, tiring of the hotel they were staying in and desiring more...privacy.
He thought that since that he had been cooped up for awhile that tonight he would take Galen out somewhere to eat. He picked up the phone book and turned back to the yellow pages looking for restaurants. He wondered if perhaps he should ask Galen what he felt like having for dinner first...or just surprise him? |
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