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♫ The Rhythm of Love ♪
xxToby Clark, Rory Mathews, Tristan Moore, and Xavier King have all had a rough life in one form or another, but when it seems to be going good things take a turn for the worse. All four love music in one way or another, and music just happens to be what caused the four to meet. Toby is a member in a band that Rory owns and produces. Toby and Tristan met through some mutual friends and Toby's father before he passed way. All three boys happened to be in the city on the same week and decided to get together. The night of the Toby and Rory's bands concert, Tristan agreed to go and stay backstage to cheer the band on. After the concert, Toby was attacked and stabbed, but thankfully Rory, Tristan, the band members, and security were able to get the attacker away and get Toby to the hospital. Tristan told and begged Toby to get a bodyguard along with the rest of the band. Toby didn't listen and told Tristan not to bother. The next day Tristan left he set out to find a bodyguard for his friend while touring. It's been a month since the attack and Tristan made a new friend by the name of Xavier who just so happens to be a bodyguard. Now that Toby's band is taking a short break for touring, Tristan has decided to drop by and introduce everyone to the new bodyguard, but this won't be the only problem the four stumble upon.
Do not post here unless you are LilRinn or Kassumi6.
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Normally going on a tour for awhile was something that got Toby pumped up and excited. He loved going out of country especially. His favorite to leave to was probably Tokyo. That was until a month ago. They had just played an amazing show there, the fans loved it and it seemed that everyone was very pleased with the performance. Except for one man that seemed to be an extreme hater of Toby's in particular. How the man had ever managed to get back stage, Toby would never even know. Whatever happened, that man did get back stage and posed as a number one fan of Toby. When Toby gave the guy a hug BAM. Toby was stabbed a total of four times. Toby almost died that. Well, gee. That was just Toby's life though right? Toby acted as if he didn't care one bit. He did though. Each day that they were gone, and each show they had preformed, Toby was just praying and hoping to god that no one tried to kill him again. The thought would make Toby sick to his stomach.
Thankfully they had arrived back home not even and hour ago. They all went to Toby's place. Which was a huge expensive looking mansion. This was the only thing he ever really thanked his parents for. This huge home. Toby was spoiled. “Home, sweet fricking home~” Toby singsonged. Toby had fell forward, and face first into his couch just hugging onto the pillows. He was probably so happy to back home that he could have cried. Being home wasn't exactly a happy either. He was still heartbroken from his ex, Shane leaving him. Toby didn't even get one phone call, or one visit or even a simple text to check on Toby. Showed how much Shane really loved Toby didn't it? Toby groaned into the his pillow and got up. The rest of the guys were already shooting each other in some dumb video game. Toby just walked over to the kitchen to get water. He couldn't help but lift his shirt for moment to look at the scars on his stomach. Really, it was a miracle he was alive. “You should really stop looking at that. You just make yourself sick.” Another male, Rory called from the living room. Ohhhh, Rory. That was one, interesting fellow for sure. Toby had managed and worked for him and the band for at least year now. They were pretty good friends by this point.
Toby pulled out a glass and filled it up with water. It kind of really did feel good to be back home. Despite the returning heart ache and loneliness of the house, it felt pretty great. At least here he wouldn't be murdered or brutally beaten up. “Yeah... I.. I know.” Toby sighed softly. As he sipped on him cup of water, he realized that Tristan had said something about coming over. When was he coming over though? Eh, Tristan would know the front door is open to him. Toby very much trusted Tristan. He knew Tristan longer than he knew Rory even.. Tristan was there before his father passed, while Shane was in the picture, then when Shane left the picture... He was just there for a long time. Why was Toby feeling depressed all of a sudden? He was home now wasn't he? Toby sighed heavily and rested his head into his hands.
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Unlike Toby, Rory was actually quiet saddened to be back. Like any normal werewolf, he loved to run around in and out of country.. The love for it wasn't entirely due to what he was though. While on tour, they got so much free stuff and gifts it was outrageous. Free stuff, and being able to get away with almost anything was pretty awesome. Hell, Rory had gotten drunk off his a** and started so many fights with people. You know what though? Not a single person tried to get justice over it. Rory was pretty sure he could have done more serious things and gotten away with it. He would have done it too if Toby wasn't constantly kicking him in the butt to make sure that he didn't get the band in trouble. Toby was the manager here after all. It was part of the job to keep the band in line. He did a good job at it too. However, there security seemed to be lacking in skill to be honest. I mean, how does a sketchy dude wearing a mask even get back stage? Were people out of their damned minds? Toby was lucky that they could get to him as quickly as they did. Otherwise Toby would be dead without a doubt.
Hell, that guy that attacked Toby was lucky to be alive too. If Rory wouldn't be killed for being inhuman he would have turned all wolf and slaughtered that attacker. Rory didn't like using his abilities but, if he really had to it he would. For instance, if he had to quickly act to save anyone of these guys in the band he wouldn't even think twice about using his power. At the corner of his eye, he saw Toby's reflection looking down at a handful of scars on his stomach. Why did Toby look at them so much? Was he still that upset from what happened? Well, he did almost die.. They needed to stock up on more security. Even get Toby a personal body guard if they had to. Toby seemed opposed to that though. You'd think after being attacked like he had that he'd gladly take the extra precaution of protection. You want to know what's weird though? Toby almost made it seem like he almost, wanted or actually didn't care if he would have been killed. The guy seemed rather, seriously depressed lately. It was a cause of concern for Rory and the band. They all tried their hardest to try to cheer Toby up. Toby would just smile and say that he was fine. Rory could just feel the sad atmosphere around him, being animal like and all.
One of the band members through their arms up and yelled. “Dude, what was that for? We are on the same team!” The guy yelled at Rory. In return, Rory just laughed hysterically. He had gone up to his teammate in game and brutally chopped his head off. “You shot first, Your death was deserved!” Rory started to bust a gut in laughter again. He seemed to be rather amused by this. So did the rest of the group. Toby more so glared at the video game. He didn't seem too fond of the fact that they were playing such harsh and violent games around him. Especially after being almost killed. Oh well, The group needed to relax after that plain ride and being cooped up in a car. They didn't know what was worse. Being stuck on a plain for a few hours or being stuck in a car or tour van for hours together. Either way was bad really. This group seemed to be just the worst match for mayhem. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 2:59 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
 adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xx"Good job, you idiot," a voice growled from behind the steering wheel of a car as the owner of said voice gave a thumbs up and a less than happy smile to the person that had cut him off to get to the other lane. Tristan straightened up as he picked up the speed to match the cars around him. Xavier sat in the passenger seat with an eyebrow raised and arms crossed over his chest. One blue eye and one black eye rolled at the brunette driver. "I'll drive next time," Xavier stated as he looked out the window and Tristan scoffed. "You'll total my car and whatever cars are around us; no." Yet another eye roll was earned by the male, but it stopped short when Xavier heard a low growl from Tristan. "Fine," he mumbled and looked around at the city. It was a bustling place that was busied by people and vehicles. Bring Me The Horizon played from the CD that Tristan had put in, but the volume placed it more as background music so that he could hear if any sirens went off. The car jerked as Tristan slammed on the breaks and Xavier went forward with his face nearly going into the dash. "Oh, come on!" Tristan growled at the car in front of them. Xavier sighed and looked off to the side. Xavier lived a while away from Tristan and further way from wherever this Toby guy lived. Tristan had picked him up an hour ago and they got stuck in traffic on their way to Toby's place. This was meant to lead to a short cut, but so far it wasn't any shorter than going the normal route to where all the mansions were. Xavier gently chewed on his lip piercing while he waited for the traffic to clear up. He looked around at all the stores and people that passed by. He was curious to how his brother was doing at his university; Leo was studying to be a doctor, which made their parents very proud along with Xavier. They were also proud that Xavier was continuing his education even if it was through the online programs that a different university offered. He only learned about it through Tristan, who was enrolled in the same university. It was easy to do on the road and between tours and concerts. It was a nice when people were proud of you and if felt good too, but it wasn't something that Xavier experienced very often.
xx"Finally!" Tristan exclaimed happily once they got out of the traffic. It had taken a while, but now they were driving normally. Tristan had bags under his eyes that were finally noticeable to everyone since he didn't have any stage makeup on. Paranoia and very mild insomnia had hit the boy hard the past few weeks. He had been scared half to death when a fan tried to commit suicide and somehow was talked out of it. It only got worse when he started to have bad nightmares. A few of his friends had to pin Tristan down and force him to take sleeping pills one night. He was also worn out from practice with a couple different dance crews that needed him to preform with them. School had been pushed off to the side during all of this and for three straight days he was awake (day and night) as he caught up with the lessons and homework. It was wearing the boy out and his energy level was down; how he could still drive was beyond Xavier. Tristan had told Xavier about what happened to Toby then told him not to flirt with the boy since he had just gotten out of the relationship. How that would work out was beyond Tristan, but he'd drop some "subtle" reminders if he had to. Xavier looked at Tristan before he turned up the volume on the stereo. Tristan didn't seem to care as his eyes stayed focused on the road for the next twenty minutes.
xxThe car finally pulled up to the gate of the mansion which opened after Tristan put in the security code. They drove down the long driveway and Xavier gawked at the mansion that sat before them. "See, told you it was a short cut," Tristan said proudly while Xavier shook his head. "It would have taken the same amount of time if we went the long way," the male argued and Tristan sighed. "You can drive yourself then next time." The car finally parked and Tristan turned the car engine off. "Fine by me," Xavier stated as both boys undid their seat belts. "Just get out of my car," Tristan laughed as he got out of the car. Once Xavier joined him, the car locked and they walked over up to the front door. Xavier looked at Tristan unsure of what to do before Tristan knocked on the door then walked right in. "Honey, I'm home~!" Tristan called out as he walked into the mansion and Xavier followed after the door was closed. They found the group with little problem and walked over to where they were. "Hey, guys, how was the tour?" Tristan asked with his hands on his hips as he looked at them all while Xavier stood next to Tristan, but a set behind him with his arms crossed.
| Mood :: Happy, but tired; Slightly awed, but calm | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 5:00 pm
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After awhile, Toby got sick of listening to the guys kill each other in the video games. At first it wasn't something out of the ordinary to have to sit through. When they all started to stab each other though, that when Toby had to draw the line and remove himself from that area. What, did they think that kind of thing was going to keep Toby around? Hope not. They probably didn't even realize it may have upset him. That's part of why he didn't say anything about it. All he told the was that he'd be off in his own mini studio cleaning things up and setting up his own instruments again. The studio looked rather cluttered. Bags upon bags, boxes, and instrument cases were piled all over the room. Such a giant mess and Toby was going to be left to clean all this crap. Like usual after returning from a tour. Oh well. Gave him a distraction right? Right.
Once Toby had actually got into his small studio though.. Good, god. “What did they DO?!“ Toby almost yelled. The studio looked totally trashed.. They had knocked over a whole rack of paper, then it looked like the literally tossed everything in there. 'I thought I told them NOT to put all this in here... Instruments yeah... But EVERYTHING?!' Toby groaned and walked all the way into the room. The last time he'd trust those morons to do anything around here. Why did he even trust them to begin with? They couldn't even tell up from down, or left from right. That's why Toby was manager here. Whatever. Complaining wasn't going to get this job done. He first started with all the paper that got knocked over. He didn't remember where all these came from to begin with. Oh wait. “Those idiots. We need these.” Toby muttered. On the paper were songs, ideas, and designs. All very important things that they'd need.
After the paper was cleaned up, Toby figured he may as well turn up some music. So he put in a CD from “Of Mice and Men”. Toby really liked this band. He almost went to work with them actually. Toby wanted to help a band that needed it more though and joined Rory instead. Good choice too. They were blowing up all over the place. Only bad part so far is that they annoyed Toby sometimes... And he got stabbed. That had nothing to do with the band though. None of them could have helped that situation. Security could have however. That's when Toby heard a high pitched beep. This noise only went off when someone typed in the gate code to get in and the other one that wasn't here but knew the code was, “Tristan!” Toby shouted with a smile. Toby had been wanting to him for awhile now.
For some reason, part of Toby felt like Tristan was eventually going to walk out of Toby's life for now reason like most seemed to be doing lately. Toby didn't see Tristan as more than a friend. Just as someone that Toby really cared about. Plus, Toby was thankful he could see anyone right now. It didn't take too long for Toby to zip back across his mansion to greet Tristan. “Tristan!” Toby shouted again and clung to his friend. He seemed more than happy to be home around another, less irritating person. “The trip? It was too lonnng.” Toby replied then let go of Tristan.
Off behind Toby, the group seemed to disagree with the trip being too long. They didn't think it was long enough. One of them, Rory, stood up and started to walk over to the other room, the kitchen. “Honestly though? The trip was fine. It was nerve racking though. After the incident and all.” Rory used incident instead of saying Toby got attacked. That would have upset Toby. Toby was still rather upset about what had happened. Then if people started talking about it, just forget about it. Even during a few interviews they did. They had asked that none of them even questioned about what had happened. It just wasn't one of those things to talk about yet you know? Thankfully no one did ask about it yet. Though haters had been making a lot of threats at shows lately. There usually were threats but recently it's been even worse.
Hey wait a sec. Was that a new face that they were seeing? He didn't look like anyone they had seen before.. Toby looked a little shy suddenly. This new guy was pretty hot.. Was that a tattoo on his face? Then what was up with that one black eye..? It didn't seem to human like. What was that thought from though? Supernatural beings didn't exist. Gah. Toby shook those thoughts away and looked away from the man to look up at Tristan now. “T-Tristan... Who is this?” Toby asked as he shyly glanced over at the stranger in his house. Was Tristan crazy or something? Tristan must have known how Toby felt about strangers right now.. You know ever sense what happened. Toby just didn't seem to trust anyone for anything right now. He even went as far as avoiding fans as much as possible. He didn't give hugs, he didn't take pictures.. All he did was sign crap and stand behind everyone.
Rory was in the kitchen snooping around for food. He was starved to death. All they had eaten today was a bag of gummy bares this morning and that didn't last very long in a group of five. With Rory though, the rest of the group seemed to follow along to raid Toby's kitchen. They were gone a whole month. How would food be in the kitchen when no one was shopping to keep up on food? They soon learned that it wasn't very possible. No big deal though. Rory pulled out his phone. “Pizza anyone? I'm paying.” Rory called out loud enough for everyone to hear. The group replied yes of coarse. Majority was a yes and he couldn't tell if the three out in the other room replied or not. Hell, Toby was probably opposed to the idea of another stranger dropping off food. The pizza guy killing you was not highly likely though. So Rory went on, ordering a bunch of pizza. Toby's house was going to be trashed later. Just watch.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 5:50 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xxTristan's grin only widened when his friend clung to him in a welcoming hug. "Toby!" he shouted back to the boy and gave him a hug. "Ya know, it wouldn't kill you to call or text me? Hell, a postcard would do!" Tristan teased before he released the male who moved back a bit from him. Teal eyes followed the blonde as he walked into the kitchen. "Yeah," he mumbled before he looked at Toby then at the boy behind him with brown hair and a black streak. Xavier eyes wondered around the room. A muffled laugh escaped Tristan and he pointed at Xavier's face. "The sticker is still on your face." Xavier's eyes blinked rapidly and his hand reached up under his black colored eye and touched the sticker. Xavier had been snooping around Tristan's car and found a sheet of stickers while they had been stuck in traffic. Out of boredom the two got in a little sticker fight and a black apple sticker had ended up under Xavier's right eye. They had pulled them off before Tristan started to yell at people, but Xavier had missed the one under his right eye. Xavier shrugged, "Oh well." That was his only response; the boy didn't exactly care. Tristan wrapped an arm around Toby's shoulders as if to assure the male that everything was fine. "Toby this is Xavier; he's a bodyguard who agreed to protect you. Toby, this is Xavier," Tristan said happily and raised an eyebrow when Rory mentioned pizza. Tristan hadn't had pizza in a couple months. "Wait, you didn't tell him about me?" Xavier asked and Tristan bit his bottom lip. "Uh, well no. He'd reject and..." Xavier's eyes narrowed. "Tristan," he said sternly as the male raised his arms in the air and moved away from Toby. "What? You know what happened; all five of them need a body guard!" Tristan said defensively and Xavier sighed. "And you clearly need to hire better security," he retorted and Tristan glared at Xavier. "Now don't you even change the subject. That--" Tristan was about to say before he was interrupted. "No, it was their fault just like it was the securities fault that their concert," Xavier pointed out and Tristan's hands ended up on his hips. "It wasn't life threatening,"
xx"It was for that girl!" Xavier snapped and Tristan hissed at the male; "Xavier!" The boy raised his eyebrows as he looked from Tristan to Toby then back to Tristan. "You haven't told him yet, have you?" he asked and Tristan sighed. "You haven't said anything about this month to him? Have you told anyone other than the people that where there?" Tristan stared at the ground. "Xavier, not right now." Xavier looked from Tristan to Toby. "A fan got into Tristan's hotel room in England then threatened to jump out the window if he didn't marry her. He hasn't slept for more than three hours every other night if he's lucky, he's been having nightmares, and we had to force sleeping pills down his throat," Xavier explained and Tristan glared at the man. Without warning, Tristan lunged forward and ripped the sticker off Xavier's face. "Ow! What?!" Xavier snapped at his friend with his fingers under his eye, over the spot where the sticker had been. "That's what you get for not shutting up," Tristan said as he waved the sticker at Xavier like a scolding mother waving a finger a misbehaving child.
xxTristan turned and smiled at Toby. The bags under the brunette's eyes were more visible now and proved that Xavier hadn't been lying about Tristan not sleeping. "You're stuck with him; I already payed him to watch you for a few weeks. You need a bodyguard and don't you deny it." Xavier crossed his arms again. "He isn't a child; he can make his own choices, Tristan," he said and Tristan's smile slowly turned into a frown as he turned to face the older male. "Do you want to give me my money back?" Xavier's eyes widened slightly and he looked off to the side. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he mumbled and sighed. Tristan seemed more irritable compared to how he normally was. He took a deep breath and sighed while his fingers went through it hair. "Do you have any coffee?" Even though Tristan hated the stuff he might as well have some to see if it'll help him to feel more...awake.
| Mood :: Irritable; Calm | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:09 pm
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Toby rubbed the back of his head. A phone call or something should have been given. Toby was just so out of it to be honest. He seemed to be more stressed about the people around him rather than making phone calls. “Yeah.. Sorry Tristan.” Toby said. That was when he took note that there was just a sticker on the guy's face and not a tattoo. Either way it kind of matched him. A tattoo on your face though.. That was extreme. Waaiiittt... BODYGUARD? Toby had said not to get a bodyguard. “Tristaaannn..” Toby groan and plopped his face into his own hands. Despite the way that Tristan was trying to assure Toby that everything was fine, Toby felt like things just got worse. Could Xavier even protect him? When someone mentioned a bodyguard, you pictured some tall, super buff guy. Xavier was taller than Toby, just didn't seem that big and buff. Either way, Toby would have to deal with a stranger. Great. Just great. Toby sighed heavily.
When Tristan and Xavier started to argue, that was when Rory came over with a cup of hot tea, sipping on it as he stood next to Toby. 'The hell is going on here?' He thought to himself. All five of them needed a bodyguard? Like hell. Rory could handle himself easily. He wasn't human like everyone else here. He was pretty sure he could survive. He wasn't going to argue into something that was none of his business though. This was quite entertaining seeing these three fuss over each other. It actually made him chuckle. Which earned him a deadly glare from Toby. “What's so funny?” Toby muttered. Rory just shrugged. He didn't want to start problem right now. Enough seemed to be going on right now. With the other two males arguing and what not. “You, know. I say you should just allow this... We can't always be watching you.” Rory whispered to Toby as Xavier and Tristan argued. They were funny... Or Rory just liked to watch others fight. Both probably. “Wait what?! A girl got into your hotel room???” Toby suddenly looked highly distressed over this. How the hell would a fan even know what room Tristan was in? That was nerve racking to think about. He then sighed when they went back to arguing.
It seemed everyone wanted Xavier to play as bodyguard. Then Tristan wasn't going to give up on this either. So did Toby really have a choice? No, and he didn't even have one to begin with. Toby sighed irritably and stuffed his hands into his jacket's pockets. “Fine.” Toby muttered and looked off to the side, his head was slightly hung down. Life.. Would Toby ever get a break? Probably not. Then Toby looked up at Tristan again. Yeah, he had coffee. Why didn't Tristan just sleep for awhile though? Toby had guest rooms Tristan could sleep in. Before Toby could even answer though, Rory seemed to have the need to ask a very stupid, very rude sounding question. “Can this guy even handle himself?” Ohhh, that didn't sound right at all.. Toby gave Rory a concerning look and shook his head. “What would make you say that? Why?” Toby asked worriedly. The last thing that Toby wanted was a bunch of fighting going on. That couldn't always seem to be avoided though. Rory looked at Toby with a raised eyebrow. “What? I'm just saying that he looks like Tristan plucked him off the side of the road or something..” Rory added. Toby elbowed Rory and made a little noise. 'Your digging a grave~' Toby singsonged in his head.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 8:13 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xx"Thank you, Rory!" Tristan said as someone finally took his side and Xavier just scoffed and rolled his eyes. A grin spread on Tristan's face and he hugged Toby. "Great! I don't think he'll actually give me my money back," Tristan glared at Xavier who made a face. "And it's...a...long story," Tristan mumbled as he moved away from Toby, referring to the fan that had got into his hotel room. A sharp silence flooded the room when Rory spoke about Xavier. Tristan looked from the blonde to the now glaring male with two different colored eyes. "Xavier, don't..." Tristan began, but it was too late. Xavier had taken the cup out of Rory's hand, set it on a table, then slammed the male rather hard into the walk. "...start," Tristan finished with a heavy sigh. "Come again, mutt?" Xavier asked harshly. Yep, Xavier wasn't human and he could smell the sent of werewolf as soon as they entered the house. Tristan decided to butt in before this got any further by grabbing Xavier and yanking him back from Rory. It was very unexpected to the male and Tristan was stronger than he looked, but so was Xavier for obvious reasons. "I didn't pluck him off the street, jerk, I met him through Alec. Drink your disgusting tea and calm yourself before I beat both of your *sses into the next Malena," Tristan threatened with a stern tone and an expression to match. Teal eyes looked between both of the males to make sure the two understood. The only reason it worked was because Xavier knew that Tristan would actually try. "I'm getting some coffee," he mumbled before he walked off. Xavier glared at Rory then looked at Toby. He smiled at him, but it was only a half smile and it felt a bit awkward being left here with the two. He finally decided to take of his leather jacket and so he did. Once it was off he revealed the tattoo sleeve he had on his left arm. "Can I put this somewhere?" he asked with his eyes settled on Toby.
xxMeanwhile, Tristan walked into the kitchen and started to search through it. He found the coffee maker without a problem, he found the filters with no problem, but he just had to find the coffee. It took a few minutes, but he finally found it. He pulled it out of the cabinet and opened the can. Upon the can opening, Tristan instantly started to cough and he snapped the lid shut. So maybe that wasn't the best idea. He put the can back and closed the cabinet before he sat down at the table. He slowly stared to lower his head and arms onto the table. Before he knew it his face was buried in one arm with the other draped over his head. He dozed off into a simple dream that started off rather nice. It was nothing special, just Tristan with some of his friends at a dance studio. They were goofing off and doing random dance moved that didn't match the song that was playing.
xxAfter what seemed like five minutes, things started to change. The music slowed down and something happened to make it sound scratchy and inaudible. The room grew darker and darker and Tristan's friends faded away as he backed up away from the darkness. He ended up against the cold mirror and the darkness stopped. All he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart. Slowly, Xavier started to turn to face the mirror. His might shouted and pleaded not to look, but his body defied him. Soon he game face to face with a monster make of darkness; it's body was twisted and deformed and it had blood spattered on it. Finally his body obeyed and Tristan ran only to be tripped. He pushed himself off the floor and looked back at what he had fallen over. A dead body laid on the floor with it's limbs literally torn from its torso. Panic and terror filled teal eyes looked around the room to see familiar friends killed in brutal, gory ways from being sliced to bits by metal wire to be hacked and torn open by wolves. Tristan looked around but froze when he looked at the thing he had seen before, but now it's appearance changed before him. it went from just a shadow to a humanoid corpse that looked like it had been tortured and killed a thousand times then put back together a thousand and one times. It's flesh was rotting, bones protruded from the dead flesh, nothing was where it should have been. The thing got closer and closer to Tristan who backed up as quickly as he could before he ran into a wall. The creature drew closer and closer...
xxA scream echoed through the kitchen followed by a dull thud. Xavier looked in the direction of the kitchen before he sighed and placed his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. Tristan stared at the ceiling of the kitchen with wide, terror filled eyes. He had only been asleep for a few seconds, but it had felt like hours. He had woken up from the dream by jumping back into the chair hard enough to make it fall over while he screamed bloody murder. He got up after he took a moment to gather himself. Tristan grabbed the chair and put it back at the table before he walked out of the kitchen. "Feeling better?" Xavier asked with a smug smirk on his face as Tristan reentered the room. Teal eyes glared at the male and Tristan flipped him off before he plopped down on the couch.
| Mood :: Tired; Upset, smug | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 10:31 am
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Toby hugged Tristan back with a sigh. He decided that he'd just try to let this go and accept the fact that Xavier. If everything went well though, Toby felt like Xavier may be a bodyguard longer than a few weeks. They'd actually have to bring him along on tour to see how good of a bodyguard that Xavier was. They didn't do too much off tour so, how could they tell if Xavier could keep up and be watchful? Toby however didn't really question Tristan's judgment. Tristan hadn't misled Toby this far. “Sounds like..” Toby commented. Still, the thought someone had actually made it into Tristan's room scared Toby. What if things had gotten way worse than it had and someone was trying to kill Tristan instead of just threatening to kill themselves? It was too scarey to even think about. Toby decided that he'd just be thanking the fact it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Right?
Rory made a puzzled expression when Xavier took his cup of tea away and put it somewhere. “Wh-... Hey!” Rory shouted as he was slammed into the wall. Whoa, this guy didn't play games apparently. 'Mutt? What does he mean mutt?' Rory found himself mentally freaking out, his heart was racing a mile a minuet and his eyes grew wide. The only reason that Rory backed down from fighting or pushing things further was because of Xavier's word choice, instead of Tristan telling them to knock it off. “Mutt” kept repeating in his head. What other reason outside of knowing what Rory was would make Xavier use the insult “mutt”? After a moment, Rory found himself glaring at Xavier, harshly. Now that he really payed attention, Xavier didn't seem human.. He couldn't smell what Xavier was though. Which actually freaked Rory out a little bit. A soft growl came from deep within Rory's body. “Watch who you call mutt, you f*cking freak.” Rory threatened. Oh good god.. Toby could just see these two were going to get along so greatly.
All this fighting between the two reminded Toby of how bitchy Rory was with Toby's ex. That's when Toby threw his arms up in a distraction. “Well then! I can take your jacket for you. Otherwise you can just hang it up in that little closet over there.” Toby pointed over to a door just inside the hallway. Hopefully Rory's threat will just be unnoticed. Rory was an idiot sometimes. Or most the time actually. IN fact like right now, Rory STILL wouldn't shut up! “No no. Don't change the subject. I'm not done with this fool.” Rory managed out. His eyes were still looked onto Xavier's with a piercing glare. It was clear that being called a mutt rather offended Rory. Obviously Xavier would understand why it offended Rory. No one else really would though. Toby facepalmed. Why was Rory trying to pick fights with the bodyguard though? That's like a new level of stupidity for him. “Rory, if he kicks your a**. I'm not going to help you.” Toby sighed. Rory rolled his eyes and picked his tea back up. “Like you'd be of help anyways. You're a little girl...” Rory muttered. That earned Rory a glare. Sometimes, he didn't even know why he worked with Rory. Like seriously.
Toby was about to say something like, “I hope he does kick your a** now” but someone started screaming all bloody murder in the kitchen. Toby froze up in fear with his eyes staring widely over in the direction of the kitchen. All he could think was that someone was in his house, trying to kill someone. Tristan walked out shortly after and Toby was speechless for a moment. Was it Tristan screaming like that? Why? “T-Tristan.... W-why?....” Toby stuttered. It was obvious the random screaming had shooken the boy up. Was that weird though? Everyone else seemed to be a little more casual about it. Well, everyone in the kitchen starred at Tristan like he was crazy or something. Toby watched as Tristan plopped down on the couch and flipped Xavier off. That's when Toby looked over at Xavier. Why did act like this was normal? “What... H-has he just been doing this?” Toby asked sounding rather concerned for his friend.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 11:23 am
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xxXavier's eyebrows raised when he was called a freak. It didn't hurt his feeling at all; he was used to it, but he didn't really expect Rory to say anything after how he reacted to being called mutt. Xavier rolled his eyes at Rory though, not finding the man very threatening. He thanked Toby before he put his jacket into the closet then turned around to look at Toby with a smirk after he tried not to laugh at Rory calling the boy a little girl. "He probably fell asleep and had another nightmare. I think he gets like this when he hasn't slept for a while. I'm going to have to force him to take some sleeping pills later today," Xavier said, but was interrupted by a scoff from the male sitting on the couch. "Over my dead boy," Tristan snapped and Xavier's smirk only grew. "That can be arranged, Tris." The brunette just sunk down in his seat until his head wasn't visible. "If you have a guest room he can use I can get him to take the pills now and he'll be happier in a couple hours, but I'll need some help holding him down." Xavier had explained before that Tristan had to be held down while making him take the sleeping pills; it was only because he struggled so much. "Of course it takes an hour for the pills to kick in," Xavier's eyes went from where Tristan's head was to Toby's face.
xxTristan wasn't too sure about letting Xavier be around everyone without him there. All he'd do is watch Toby, but that could mean flirting even after Tristan told him not to and the others would have to stop whatever fight Xavier and Rory got into. Xavier could handle himself, but he'd only back off if Tristan told him to or maybe now if Toby said to. He had to work for Tristan for three weeks then Toby could hire him, so Xavier had to listen to Tristan unless he wanted to give the boy his money back. "I swear, if you even," Tristan's head finally came into view as his teal eyes glared at Xavier who just smirked. "Hey, I'll get the dog over here to hold you down if that'll make you feel better," Xavier pointed at Rory who was now going to be nicknamed by Xavier any name that referred to a dog. No one would understand, but them. Angered teals eyes now stared at the blonde heatedly. "Rory, don't you dare help him." Tristan and Rory didn't know each other very well, but because Tristan had to be around for Xavier to watch Toby, he got the feeling he'd get to know the guy pretty well within the few weeks he had to be near him. All the two would have to do is get Tristan pinned down to something (couch, wall, floor), Rory would have to keep Tristan from kicking and hitting while Xavier forced him to take the sleeping pill. Tristan's eyes were still fixed on Rory as he glared daggers at the male. He was no where near as strong as Rory, but he'd still put up a good fight if he dared to get near him.
| Mood :: Tired, annoyed; Calm | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:24 pm
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Tristan really needed to get some sleep.. Somehow. Toby looked over at Tristan then back at Xavier. Was Tristan really this stubborn not to sleep right now? Why? Tristan obviously needed the sleep.. Toby did have a guest room. A few actually. “I actually have a few.” Toby replied. He then looked over at Tristan with worried, pleading eyes that soon turned into a cute pouty, puppy dog face. “Tristan... Can you pleaaase take some pills and sleep?” Toby practically begged. He really wanted Tristan to sleep. Rory kind of dropped the fact he was called a mutt. He was assuming that Xavier knew what he was.. Which sucked. That meant Xavier had an upper hand here. What if Xavier decided to give away what Rory was? Then Rory was screwed.. Rory found himself quietly growling at Xavier while the man talked to Tristan and Toby. It would seem that Rory irritated easily and didn't cool off as well.
Anyways, it needed to just be dropped. Then Xavier called Rory a dog. Really? “Dude!” Rory shouted. Was Xavier serious right now? Being called dog was a bit better than being called a mutt but still. Rory felt like every time Xavier used any word relating to a dog, that everyone was going to suddenly know that Rory was a werewolf. Dammit. Rory narrowed his eyes at Xavier. When he felt the eyes of someone else glaring at him, he looked over to see that Tristan was glaring at him. Rory threw an arm up and shrugged a bit. “If I have to I will. Why don't you just take a pill. It's not going to-...” Rory was suddenly interrupted by Toby shouting, “Bandit!!” just as he zipped off down the hall. “What? Ohhh.” Rory said everything was probably fine.. He didn't hear ANY barking or whining though. So maybe everything wasn't fine?
Toby ran off to a room he specifically had for his dog to stay in. He had a beautiful dog. It was a wolf/husky mix breed. The dogs fur made him look like a wild gray wolf though. Which honestly, was pretty damned scary looking. While Shane and Toby were together, they had both paid to buy the dog. Toby paid most of it though, and the dog chose Toby over Shane. So the dog was to be Toby's after the couple split. It worried Toby though because normally when Toby got home, Bandit would be howling for Toby. When Toby got to the room. There was no puppy running up and jumping on him.. There wasn't ANYTHING in the room but a note that read, “I came back for MY dog. -Shane”. Tears welled up in Toby's eyes, and rapidly spilled down his cheeks. How long has Shane had Bandit? Then how did he even get him from the dog watcher?
When Toby got back to the group, he was practically sobbing as he sat down, staring at the note. He hugged onto a pillow and tossed the note. Really? After all this, Shane wasn't even concerned about Toby almost dying, and then he takes Toby's dog? Toby was just a broken mess now. If he wasn't before, he truly was at this moment. “I f-cking hate Shane! Not a single word from him while being in the hospital, then he comes over here, and steals Bandit! Did I do something to deserve all this? What's wrong with me!” Toby buried his face into his pillow. This was all bad enough but, now he had to somehow get Bandit back which meant confrontation with his ex. Toby was in no mental condition for that. Rory looked over at Toby nervously and bit his lower lip. He had never, ever, seen Toby break down like this.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:07 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xxTristan sighed and put his face into the couch. He was about to agree until Toby ran off. "Right, Toby's dog," Tristan said and looked at Xavier who nodded. Xavier knew of Tristan's husky, Lucifer, but Tristan hadn't mentioned anything about Toby's dog. "Anything else you'd like to inform me about, Tristan?" Xavier asked with his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze narrowed at the younger male. "Other than that you're a jerk, no." Tristan smiled at Xavier who huffed a sigh and shook his head. Xavier gave Rory a cocky little grin before all eyes turned onto Toby who entered the room in tears. Xavier's posture became uneasy and ridged; if there was one thing Xavier couldn't handle it was people crying. Tristan frowned and moved over to Toby and pulled the boy into a hug. "He's just being a douche," Tristan said with a heavy sigh. Xavier hesitated before he walked over to where the two were. He picked up the note and read it before he knelt down in front of Toby. "...N-Nothing is wrong with you; we'll...go get your dog back," Xavier said in a gentle tone which caught Tristan off guard a bit. "Y-Yeah! We'll pay him a visit," Tristan assured the boy before a finger was pointed at him and he met Xavier's gaze. "You *ss is staying put," Xavier stated as he reached in his pocket and pulled out the bottle of sleeping pills, which he shook a little in his hand. Tristan's expression went flat and he mumbled as he snatched the bottle of pills from the older male. Xavier stood up and looked at Rory; the males demeanor seemed to have changed from uncaring to serious. "Can you watch Tristan and make sure he sleeps? I'll take Toby over to...what's his name's house to get the dog," Xavier looked down at Toby. Well, they'd go after Toby was done crying that is.
xxOne blue colored eye and one black one landed on Tristan who looked up at Xavier. Xavier had one of those, 'you know what I want' expressions on his face that had a hint of innocence. "No way in hell are you taking my car," Tristan narrowed his eyes at the man. "Come on, Tristan, I won't crash it." Tristan gave the man a look before he sighed. He kept one arm wrapped around Toby while his other arm moved away; his hand slipped into his pocket and he held out his car keys to Xavier. Xavier smiled a bit and reached out for the keys, but Tristan pulled them away before Xavier could grab them. "If you ruin it you are paying to get it fix," Tristan said and Xaiver nodded before he grabbed the keys from Tristan's hand. "Whenever you're ready, Toby," Xavier said as he patted the boy on the head before he walked away and went back over to the closet to get his jacket. He was supposed to be Toby's bodyguard after all right? So it only made sense that he went with the boy to go get the dog back to make sure he didn't get hurt.
| Mood :: Tired, "I give up"; Calm, but serious | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:41 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xxXavier sighed at what Toby said then gave Rory a glare. "Mutant? Really?" Xavier asked with an eyebrow raised before he shook his head. "He won't kill you if I'm around; I won't let him. He'd have to kill me first before he could hurt you," Xavier said as he held his jacket in one hand as he waited for the actual verdict. Tristan had been sitting in silence while the three talked. "Then I'll go get the dog," Tristan said and Xavier shook his head. "You? When was the last time you actually slept?" Xavier asked and the brunette rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll take blondie with me," Tristan said. He called Rory blondie and Goldy Locks whenever he was around Toby. The man would beat him, but since Toby was around he usually laid off. "Tris--"
xx"If Toby doesn't want to go we shouldn't make him go; I don't want that scumbag taking advantage of the situation and hurting him somehow even with you with him," Tristan said as he looked at the male; his tone was calm, but stern and Xavier was in a way forced to back down. "Plus, Toby needs to eat; you've lost a lot of weight since the last time I've seen you. Xavier, try to get him to eat something." Teal eyes looked at the boy that was currently in Tristan's arms. "I swear I will sleep when I get back, okay?" he looked at Xavier who sighed and nodded. "Fine," Xavier sighed and looked over at Rory. "Better finish eating," he said as he walked over to Tristan and handed him his keys back. Tristan took his keys back and looked at Toby. "Does that sound all right?"
| Mood :: Tired, "I give up"; Calm, but serious | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 3:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 4:00 pm
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𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & ჯανιєя Ӄιηɢ
Dancer/Musician & Bodyguard
adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll? You keep me on the edge of my seatadfh
I bite my tongue so you don't hear meadfh
I wanna hate every part of you in meadfh
I can't hate the ones who made meafhfe
xxXavier laughed at Rory. "I've been called worse, but clearly no one has call you mutt before," he said and Tristan cleared his throat loudly. "Don't start," Tristan said; Xavier sighed and grumbled. Tristan laughed at Toby before he stopped short and gave the boy a dull look, "Yes you do." If Toby didn't eat he'd starve himself right back into the hospital. Xavier walked over to the two after he hung his jacket back up and he sat down next to Toby. "Eat something; Xavier will be around, so don't worry about Shane," Tristan smiled at Toby and stood up. He walked over to where Rory was and chuckled a little as he put his shoes on. "Oh, we can take him, blondie. If I think you and Xavier can beat each other to a bloody pulp then you can kick Shane butt without a problem; I'll help if you need it," he smiled at him before he pulled the boy out the door.
xxXavier watched the two leave then looked down at Toby. "So, Tristan hasn't been sleeping and you haven't been eating? At this rate you both will be in the hospital and possibly sharing a room," he mumbled. It wasn't meant to be a joke, but it sounded kind of funny to him. "Do you like pizza? I haven't eaten yet and I'll get an earful from Tristan if I don't get you to eat something. At least do it for them; they are going to get your dog back after all... And dealing with you sh*t of an ex," Xavier said as he mumbled the last part. "C'mon, Toby," he asked and pouted at the boy. He'd try anything that didn't involve force since he was sure he'd get his butt kicked by both Tristan and Rory.
xxTristan got into the drivers seat and waited for Rory to get in. Once the seat belts were buckled and doors were locked, the car pulled out into the long driveway. They got to the gate, which opened for them, and they left in the direction of Shane's house. "Let's see if I remember where it is; it's not too far away, right?" Tristan asked as he drove down the road. Shane's house wasn't as far away as Tristan's, but it wasn't exactly close by either. They didn't need to worry about a dog cage since Bandit knew Tristan; he'd bring Lucifer over for a kind of play date since the two dogs got along so well. Tristan knew how Shane could be, but it had been a while since he had actually seen and dealt with the guy. After a while they ended up parked on the side of the road outside of Shane's house. "This'll be a blast," Tristan said sarcastically as he got out of the car. He waited for Rory before the car was locked and they went up to the door. Tristan looked around before he pressed the doorbell three times in a row.
| Mood :: Calm; Calm | Location :: Toby's house; Some mansion | Attire :: xXx; xXx |
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