Atlas Acron (mothridden) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-27 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | asmodeus/rhys ichisada, atlas acron |
Who Atlas & Asmo
When Feb 26th
Where The Devil's Luck - An Elevator Shaft - And Some Taller Building
What Asmo spots a bug
Warning Atlas is a little vulgar by nature. Then again so is Asmo. LOL. Language.
Status In Progresso
Atlas:
Atlas Acron was on the prowl as he often was looking for his next adrenaline high being the rush junkie that he was. He'd just come from the Hidden Agenda. The night was young but he hit that scene so often his mind was looking for something new. He went there a lot because he could blend in with the crazy rave lights and the biolueminescent pattern all over his body was easily disquised as party tatts and rave make-up. But, he left the sanctity of the over strobed loudness and hoofed it across town seeing the lights at the Casino. It stood out among the rest of the businesses around. The insect inside this mothman was instinctively drawn towards it. Atlas was highly known for chasing cars hypnotized by their tail lights. The Casino was having this effect. He started running faster and faster till he stood right in front of it having a hard time shaking off the instinct not to literally fly up in the middle of town and stick himself against the sign. But, once that settled itself he decided this place was as good as any to explore. There was plenty of hustle and bustle coming from inside that was for sure. So in he sauntered with that girlie boy walk that tried to appear harder core than he really was, tattoos peaking out of all sorts of barely covering his body clothes. His jeans with so many holes it was a wonder they stayed together at all, hanging low on his hips and a shirt that had a many rips as his jeans. The neon colors of his attire made him look like something Hot Topic threw up on. He also wore bright torquoise contacts this day to cover the true red blinkers he had for eyes. Atlas's eyes peered right passed all the gambling and shows and spotted one his trouble making good time games. The elevator. A smirk bewitched his face. Target bee-lined. But, that bee-line wasn't without his hippy grinds to shimmy to the music as he went along. He waited patiently and the moment the doors shut he jumped high, higher than any human could jump and started to pound the hatch open. Once he got that, he worked on pulling himself up through the little opening.
Rhys Ichisada:
He was laying across his desk in a bored fashion, his eyes wide as he watched the monitors for the entire building all at once. In the VIP room, there was a party going on - and while he was pushing his influence through the mortals there - his direct presence wasn't needed due to how many minions he had working there that evening. No. He was also one that wanted something 'different' that night. Something he'd not yet played with. Something 'unexpected'. And as he lay there, thinking that he might just go play with the goats again (for the 10,000 times since they'd been left with him, as he got along swimmingly with them all) his eyes flicked to the screen which showed off the lobby of the casino. What walked in took his breath away, and in an instant - he was sitting up on the desk and leaning in to the monitor with a wide grin. He watched the image move, making its way across one screen to another as the camera feed lost and then recaptured the individual, and had his hands curled against his mouth while a slow, low little sound of pure glee came from his lips. He'd not seen one of -those- in a long while. It looked. . familiar. Did he know this one? For a moment, he tried to think back over the years, but then familiarity was all too dis-interesting. So what if he knew him? It didn't matter, in the end. Regardless of the 'yes' or 'no' on pre-established familiarity, Asmodeus was going to go get to know him right then. The intention of the creature was felt like thrumming call through his veins. So -much- lust for excitement! So -much- lust for a thrill! He did a back flip off of the desk, smacked it with his palms once, and then all but danced out the door, before calming himself for a more dignified gait once the portal was open and he had to BE Rhys. There was no one out in the corridor, though... and due to this, a small and wild giggle left him and he merely 'blinked' out of the hall. And right to the side of the creature which had caught his attention so well. He didn't unmask himself though. No. He didn't reveal at all. He remained wrapped in his shadowy mask, merely wanting to see what the other was up to - because he was calculating just how much fun this specimen might be. . .and well, because he just liked to creep on subjects before he went directly in for the game.
Atlas:
Atlas had not a clue he was being watched and went about his business/fun. He shimmied himself up, barely keeping grasp, his legs dangling, and kicking, but with one more good push he pulled himself all the way up. He made sure to close the hatch right away and he was standing on top of the elevator right inside the shaft where no people belonged for heaven's sake. He started to sweat, stilling grinning. He'd made it in undetected. Or so it seemed. All he had to do then was wait for however long it took someone else to get in the elevator and make it go up and down between floors. He got himself ready for a good time though. He pulled out his mp3 and stuck in his ear buds. He turned on Porcelain and the Tramps and the volume was of such a right degree that it could be heard well past his own ears. He closed his eyes and took a wide stance on top of the rectangular machine suspended in air he sat on, and let the song wash over him, mouthing the words not so silently to himself, having himself a one man party right on top of the freaking elevator. He belted it out far louder than he should have for someone not wanting to get caught, but that was half the rush! Testing the limits. He was laughing the menical laughter and not missing one beat of that song like he'd written it himself. "She is the string that holds your fate, the one that gets it started, So if you've got the balls to fight then put your mouth around it! .....Fucks like a star. So rated R!" sending his hands all overhimself as he head banged and danced in place ready to ride.
Rhys Ichisada:
He watched the specimen, with all his prettiness, and smiled to himself - almost in a way which seemed to be as though he found the younger being endearing. In a fashion, he did. It was so damned good to see someone who had such a want for this lifestyle the subject had put himself in. Asmodeus, of course, wanted to amp up that sensation - make it go deeper, make it weave in to something which would pull the pretty's soul towards him if he could help it. So, he found himself sidling up to the one waiting there for his ride. He wrapped his invisible form around the much longer individual - his body becoming like a snake's while he did so. He leaned his head on the moth-man's shoulder, and placed his lips against the youth's ears while his fingers began to sink in to him. None of this would have been 'felt' physically by the subject. Asmodeus closed his eyes and began to whisper small things to the subject, his voice low and romantic in nature while he cuddled there upon the one he was literally wrapped around.
Go to a larger building. This one is really small. We can have more fun in a bigger place. . . What about the business next door? The janitors use the elevators all the time, you know? It might be closed and dark, but think about it.. it is closed, there's so much more risk to being caught there, doing this. . . Or, maybe that one building which houses the club, the coffee house and the spa? It is open twenty-four hours. . . think about how often those elevators go, and how very bright it is all the time. . . Go there. Go there, you might meet a friend... go there. . . You can have a far more grand time than this little building here. . .
Atlas:
The seeds were planted. Atlas's mind followed to the Casino by his photaxis intinct drawn towards the light, but the thoughts he had no reason to think weren't his own and just to make his trip to the Casino worth the while he jumped out of nowhere still singing and clung to the sides of the shaft and shimmied his way up going all the way to the second floor. He found the exit maintainence hatch and climbed out to the real floor. He sought out a back window, looked down, pried it open, and jumped straight down, landing like some alien off men in black or possibly spiderman, on his feet from a height far too great for such a mortal thing. He looked both ways and tracked down the building from the whispers, the whispers he assumed were own thoughts. He made his way in, ear buds still in and rocking out to My Left Overs by this time and the first lyrics he still said right out loud in the coffee house. "I don't hold my breath and I don't hold my tongue and you know that I don't back down to no one!" God Atlas was so being Atlas for lack of a better term. He passed by someone, noone he knew, and he hissed at them, sticking his tongue out with an evil glare then licked the air just to be more perverted disturbing and passed them by like they meant nothing. The boy hadn't even been drinking and he was this arrogant flamboyant. He stood in front of these elevators and stuck his thumbs in his front waist line just to tug the hem down a little too far for most tasteful people's tastes and took a big sniff through his nose to show lack of concern waiting for the door to open.
Rhys Ichisada:
Asmodeus snickered within himself, and allowed his body to sliver over the other's form a little before constricting around him tightly. There was still no true sensation which went along with the actions, for it was all on a spiritual scale. He had to keep his voice quiet then though, not wanting to pump too many thoughts in the other male's head, considering that too many alien thoughts might throw the plan back in his face and give the other reason to suspect an outside source of the 'thoughts' which had crossed his mind. After all, this creature wasn't human, and would not be as easy to fool in to complacent obedience to his wild demands for as long as a plain old human might be. Regardless, he would stay wrapped around his new found 'toy' for as long as he could play with him. But. . . there was also the want to unlatch and lead through the show of Rhys. After all, this youth might be in need of friends. . . and perhaps, if not Rhys, then maybe Alexandria? It brought him many thoughts to ponder over while they traveled - glee coming even from how the subject decided to exit his casino. Really, this one had such a good and delicious zeal to him. It would be so easy to feed and to twist if he played all of his cards right and didn't push too hard too often. He wriggled in place, and snuggled his nose against the other male's earlobe, breathing in the delicious scent of his wanton nature towards the daring. It was ambrosia to his senses, really. Pure ambrosia
By the time they'd reached the suggested destination, Asmodeus had decided to show himself as Rhys to the young one he was riding then. However, he wasn't ready to let go just yet. This ride of his was proving to be very thrilling, and he wanted to see how long the youth would want to do this daring project on his own before someone in the guise of a wild personality would come along. If he did present him with Rhys as he wanted to, he would need to go about it with some caution . . . perhaps let the youth 'lead' him in to it, convince him of the good time they could have. Yess. . . that might just be the ticket to the youth's soul. . . Wrap the kid around his finger, maybe even make him fall in love? Maybe. Maybe it could be achieved. . . Yes. Yes, it could. He was so delicious, and Asmodeus didn't want to let him go. In fact, he snuggled a little more tightly and the serpent body coiled and constricted more, a soft lick of his tongue meeting the youth's flesh. . .never felt by the subject, but delighted in just the same. Soon . . soon his every touch would be known if he had a say in it. Soon.
Atlas:
The doors opened and there were people in it. What rotten luck. But, that didn't stop the little mothman with a death wish. He took the step in and the stuffy looking crowd made Atlas looked like a prison inmate that just escaped with the looks he was recieving, like he was standing next to his own wanted poster. Atlas had to mess with that! When the doors closed he spoke casual like he were talking to no one in particular. "God damn. Why don't they put piss pots in these things?" And let his hand slowly play over his crotch starting to undo his oversized belt buckle. "That's what corners are for I guess." And zzzzzzzzzip. Down it went just as the doors opened at the next flooor and every last one of those people filed out of there and filed out fast. The door shut again and he snickered to himself, but still out loud, "Got rid of them." Then it stopped at the next floor as he zipped his pants back up, but not without a little secret feel and hummmmm just before the door opened and he was hoping like mad there wasn't someone ready to get on again.