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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-12 20:07:00

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!complete, day 18, location: theatre, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine), the management

Management Thread; 6:00PM, Theatre
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: Theatre
When: 6:00 PM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up
Status: OPEN.

Bits and pieces of Management floated in the air until they coagulated into a human form, sitting in a contemplative manner in one of the chairs inside the theatre. The air was very still in the empty building save for the bits of Management, and the lights were dimmed. It was raining harder still as the form became complete, and the shape was unmistakeably human. Management arose from his chair and dusted himself off. He righted his suit as was his habit, and marched out into the rain.

He certainly wasn't pleased he had to go about and do this again, but he had such a wonderful experience the first time, he figured why not? All bad blood aside, he was eager to meet more of the guests. The rain stopped as soon as Management stepped out, but it continued raining harshly all around the theatre. He fixed his glasses.

Don't keep Management waiting, kiddies. It's bad manners.

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Re: 6:50 PM

teh_management
2009-08-21 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Of course, it must be in Remy's nature to play and joke and twist things to his advantage. Management takes note with a careful tilt of his head, enough so that it isn't mistaken for an amused motion. Hm. It seems that lab rats are much more interesting out in the field than they are on a screen, aren't they? "Billy...Bottom," he repeats, and his voice is an impressive monotone. It is a bit difficult to discern Management's true feelings on the matter, if he should even entertain having any, but he is certain Remy will just fill in the blanks regardless.

He stares at Remy from behind his glasses and takes a moment to fix his sleeves. "I'd rather not. I have business here to attend to. My shift isn't quite over," his smile is very strained. Oh dear.

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Re: 6:50 PM

ace_of_clubs
2009-08-21 01:31 pm UTC (link)

Oh dear was right. This was fun and when the Management-- Billy-- began fixing his sleeves, the Cajun pressed in closer, this time pushing his body against him and lifting his eyebrows up in a much too playful manner. "C'mon. Don' wanna be uh tease, non?" Deft hands were smoothing up over his arms, then across the front of his chest, to where his tie hung perfectly, and Remy was tugging at it, to pull it free from the confines of his suit coat, so he could fist gloved fingers around it and hold on, like a leash.

How'd you like that, Billy? Were your friends watching this on screen, too? Would they pick fun at you later for letting the red-head tug and pull at you, have his fun? Hopefully not. No one liked getting picked on.

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Re: 6:50 PM

teh_management
2009-08-21 02:10 pm UTC (link)

It takes a sharp mind to figure you out, Monsieur Remy, and even as you have your fun, eyes are on your every move. Eyes that analyze, eyes that aren't so lenient or even, dare he think it, kind. Because the Management -- erm, Billy, in front of you isn't what one could call nice by any stretch of the imagination but he might be regarded as polite, pleasant even. And that is something quite different from the people backstage, watching this now. And wouldn't you like to know this is all just a part of their ploy? Perhaps this Management figure is someone sent to push your buttons.

Perhaps.

They have little regard for human life after all. But don't worry, they didn't send Billy out here for you to rip to shreds. Billy is one of their own, and he only volunteered for this mission. What luck he has to run into you, monsieur! Or, maybe "luck" isn't the right word. He's still trying to figure you out, and it's making for quite a headache. He gripped the Cajun's wrist and squeezed, pulling it away from his once-kept tie. "Oh but I'm not your Doctor." It is an innocent comment.

Oh, he swears.

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Re: 6:50 PM

ace_of_clubs
2009-08-21 02:31 pm UTC (link)

"Don' care." He insisted, pressing his body forward and taking a step, to force Billy back a step as well, driving him a little bit closer to the wall of the Theater behind him. His free hand was coming up then to grab at that tie, ignoring the vice-like grip on his other wrist. He had two hands, after all. He only needed one to grab hold of that tie. "Can' stick my dick up your ass 'de same way I can stick my dick up his ass, non?" Vulgar, but he'd said it that way for a reason. "An' you mout' gonna feel jus' as nice as his mout' does." Those words were purred out as he was trying to force Billy back another step, to push his suit-covered back against the wall behind him.

Enjoying the show, Powers That Be?

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Re: 6:50 PM

teh_management
2009-08-26 04:23 am UTC (link)

He swears his eyebrows raise higher than they probably should. That was quite vulgar. Okay, more than quite. Plenty. Plenty vulgar. "I suppose I can stick my dick up his ass the same way then?" He grins, and allows the manhandling, there's always a line until it goes too far after all. You seem to like dancing around that line, monsieur.

"An idea for tomorrow," he continues brightly, and his grin becomes a twisted form of a leer. He's clearly underestimating you. Best way to push your buttons perhaps.

Oh the show? Only as much as you like putting one on, Monsieur LeBeau.

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Re: 6:50 PM

ace_of_clubs
2009-08-26 05:15 am UTC (link)

"Mm, non. 'Das my ass. Tell you wha', 'dough. You ask real nice? An' I be willin' t' stick mine up yours." Remy leaned in even closer, eyebrows lifting and that shit-eating grin appearing on his face while he brought their mouths closer together. "Non. T'morrow, you gettin' me my be'. An' my silk shee's.. an' my room service. Don' forge' my room service. You gonna wan' some once you wake up all sore an' happy lyin' un'er me in 'de morning, amour." That was purred out from the red-headed Cajun, even as he leaned in closer.

Much too close.

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Re: 6:50 PM

teh_management
2009-08-26 07:41 am UTC (link)

He tilts his head a little, "Your ass? Quite a luxury to be possessive, monsieur." At the following requests, his eyes widen behind his shades, and he reels back as far as he can which isn't much, and he laughs. Loud and raucous and slightly incredulous. "Well, I'll see--" more laughter followed and he shook his head, trying to reign it in, "I'll see what I can do for you, monsieur. Although I make no promises." His tone was condescending at the last stretch, and he took the invasion of his personal space in stride. His hand was twitching at his side. Maybe not so in stride. Look at that grin.

Not so carefree.

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Re: 6:50 PM

ace_of_clubs
2009-08-26 01:41 pm UTC (link)

Not so carefree. Remy saw that, and he was finally backing poor Billy up against the wall behind him, so that there was no more room to run. And that was when his body was able to make full contact, sliding it up against the member of Management, all cat-like grace and long, lean limbs. Hips met first, then chest against chest, and he moved both hands down to snag onto those suited wrists so that he could pin them against the wall near to the other man's shoulders, but he was smiling, and the rumble in his chest was nearly like a purr.

He caught you.

"We see." He agreed in a more throaty tone, red eyes locking onto those sunglasses before they lowered to his mouth, then further down to his jaw, and Remy leaned in to run his tongue along said jaw.

Freaked out yet, Billy?

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Re: 6:50 PM

teh_management
2009-08-29 12:24 pm UTC (link)

Freaked out? You forget who you're trying to rape, monsieur. This is Management, Billy if you will, who played a role in captaining several of these experiments. Oh, definitely not the mastermind, but certainly a part of a cohort. The panic room, the little surgical piece some people were lucky to get through. Yes, he helped. Yes, he was behind the scenes, taking notes, watching it all happen. There was the See-no-evil room. Can't-breathe-if-my-life-depended-on-it-and-oh-lookie-it-does room, as well. So, freaked out?

Not quite.

But bothered? Annoyed? Oh quite. And licking his jaw? Not a pleasant feeling. Management isn't very touchy-feely. At least, this one isn't. He's less hands-on than most. Unless he likes you.

But that's a different ballpark isn't it? And he definitely isn't inviting you, monsieur, to his birthday party, let me tell you that. "I think you're overstepping your boundaries," he politely points out, with a gruff edge to his voice and he lifts his knee to force some distance between the bodies and kick out against the bold Cajun.

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Re: 6:50 PM

ace_of_clubs
2009-08-31 01:26 pm UTC (link)

When that knee came up and Remy was kicked back, he laughed some, taking those few steps away and smoothing a hand down over his chest as if to get rid of the wrinkles that had appeared there while he was in that close proximity to the other man. However, he'd had his fun, and the laughter continued as he backed away a bit further, lifting one hand to salute to the other man before a wink followed.

"Gonna fin' you la'er, homme. We gonna dance." He promised in a smooth voice, before he turned on his heel and headed down those steps. It was strange, the way he'd just backed off so quickly. It was like a lion attacking a gazelle, then simply spooking and taking off in the other direction. Bet you didn't know what had made him turn tail and run, Billy, but we bet you wished that you did.

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	Re: 6:50 PM teh_management 2009-09-02 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	"'Til then, monsieur," the edge was still present in his voice and he waved stiffly. You don't need any enemies here, Monsieur LeBeau. Especially not Management. Oh it is quite curious, and he does wonder. But he counts this as a tentative draw and it will do. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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