a chuckle for the king, [open]

[saxon delacroix]

The strings sounded slowly before rising to everyone’s surprise. Though, there were a few, who were amused, at least, he was beamed with amusement every time people jumped in sheer surprise. Or maybe it was the shocked look on their faces that made it so. Either way, a smirk was planted on his lips…it didn’t show any flaws or any chances of disappearing. Keeping that amused look on his face, he ran a hand through his messy blond hair before glancing at a few people who must have heard the cry of the violin through his headphones. That’s right, he was merely listening to a song…not a huge deal at all for this one. Most would think Classical, but he knew better than that… It was Romantic. An era that only wanted to have the most emotional as possible in their lovely music. Many still played Romantic, but it lost most of its famous touch in the early twentieth century. Though, Sax truly enjoyed listening to this era of music… It always seemed to have a hidden meaning and you could always tell what their emotion was when they played. Well, it was really just relaxing to him…

Leaning back into the comfortable chair as he glanced quickly around the lounge of the old inn, Sax didn’t really mind it when others stared at him. He was currently staying in the inn due to the fact that he really didn’t have anywhere else to go until they were finished building up the city. The lion was thinking about staying in Traittown, but again, he wasn’t sure with all the people around. Sure, the city would have a ton of people around, but he didn’t really mind it since Sax had already pre-bought an apartment. Clicking the pause button on his green iPod, than he turned it off as he smiled at the scent of fresh coffee. February was quite cold, but spring was surely coming early… There was barely any snow other than the mountains and the forest… Oh well! He didn’t mind it at all! In fact, it would be better if it would hurry up and be spring! It was closer to summer, his favorite season. Shaking his head, he moved toward the café area and paused as he stared at the cooler with a bottle of milk inside. He raised his eyebrow and rubbed the back of his neck…half wondering if he should get milk and half wondering if he should get coffee. Jeez…why couldn’t they make easier choices?!

NOTES; welcome to anyone and everyone! no more than four people and please go in order if there is more than two people in this thread. also, please try and keep the posts less than five hundred words to keep the thread moving. ,3
ICONS; credited to falling_circus at livejournal.

[yoshi]

The soft whisperings of several conversations could be heard though out the lounge of the old inn, but none of them caught Yoshiko’s attention. What did caught her attention was the song played by a violin coming from a guy sitting across the room. He had disheveled blond hair and was wearing headphones that connected to a green iPod. I think I remember hearing that song before. Personally Yoshiko preferred Jazz over Classical, but that didn’t mean she hates Classical. It was just because Jazz gave her more a warmer feeling when she listens compared to when she listens to Classical. Yoshiko couldn’t really explain the feeling any farther than that without making any sense to others or to herself. The violin stop and Yoshiko glance at the blond haired guy before looking down back at papers again. I can’t find any good places to rent! A long unpleased sigh was release from her lips as Yoshiko glared down at the papers. Most of the apartments and complexes were too costly for a person with her lifestyle and the cheaper ones were too far from where she goes to school. Yoshiko let out a shorter sigh and took another sip from her small cup of plain tea and milk as she kept scanning though the papers. Not realizing it, one of the papers Yoshiko didn’t get to read yet, was pushed off the table and landed on the floor. Yoshiko knitted her brows together and continued to glare at the papers though her plain black glasses. She took another sip from her cup and realized it was nearly gone.

Yoshiko shuffled her marked papers together into a neat stack and got up with her cup. She first headed to the newspaper stand to grab another newspaper to look though and then to the cash-register to buy the newspaper and more tea. The person at the cash-register stated the amount that was need to be pay. Yoshiko handed the amount stated and grabbed the newspaper, but stood there, waiting for her drink. Then she noticed the same blond haired guy from before. To Yoshiko, it seem that the guy was trying to decide on what to get. He’s staring at the milk… The cup of tea Yoshiko order was ready and she took it from the counter. Before she headed back to her table, Yoshiko said to the guy, “I heard that some of their coffees comes with milk.” With that said, Yoshiko walked back to her seat and opened up to the housing section, while letting her drink cool a little. “Better be a good place in this one.” She muttered to herself as she scanned through the paper…

[isolde greyton]

It starts in my toes, makes me wrinkle my nose.

She tilted her head from side to side, green eyes dancing as she admired the subtle streaks of deep honey-blonde now accenting her dark brunette hair. A dainty hand ran through the length of it before a single, quiet giggle passed her smiling lips. Her hair had grown enough to fall an inch past her shoulders, and with the regained length she'd felt a slight change in color was called for. She pinned back the strands framing her face with bobby pins, tucking the hair behind her ears as she bounced out of the hairdresser's chair, flinging her arms around the startled woman and squeaking an elated than you before walking lightly out, stopping halfway out the door to turn and wave energetically towards the unamused salon receptionist before she stepped out into the street. The street lamps glowed in the midnight blackness, a cheery sigh filling the fairly silent atmosphere as the figure in cuffed jeans and a flowy baby doll top glanced at the town square clock. She hadn't meant to be out so late, but she'd been working a double shift that day and hadn't been able to get away until it was already ten at night. She smiled as the loose waves of her hair brushed against her cheeks in the breeze, and she decided that going immediately home and sleeping on it would be rude after the time taken to style it. Plus, it wasn't often she happened to be dressed cutely and all made up. After too long as a boy and then switching to days behind a counter in a frumpy apron at six in the morning, she had the slightest want to be seen.

Her interest was caught by the inviting neon sign above a small coffee shop, the powdery blue letters sending off a faint glow as Isolde crossed the street, pushing against the glass door and smiling at the comfortable atmosphere inside. Quiet music filled her ears and she couldn't help but sashay in time as she stepped farther from the door, her emerald gaze alighting upon a familiar face as her lips parted in a shining smile. Yoshi! Heyy! Her sunny voice seemed amplified by the quiet surrounding her as the young girl practically bounced over to Yoshi, greeting him with a tight hug. Are these your friends? she inquired curiously as she withdrew herself from Yoshi, green eyes flitting in a friendly manner towards the pale-haired stranger and a girl that looked a bit younger than her sitting before Isi in deep-cushioned chairs. Without waiting for an answer, she turned to the two strangers, looking from one to the other as she introduced herself. Hey! I'm Isolde Greyton, she offered brightly, tipping forward to peer in the seated man's coffee cup.

[/b]What did you get, if you don't mind me asking? It smells really good! She hadn't realized she was hungry at all until she'd entered the small shop and been bombarded by tempting treats from every direction. [/blockquote]

You make me smile, please stay for a while.

Notes: Sorry about this.. It's terrible. But it's done! Lol. I didn't want to make anyone wait <3

[saxon delacroix]

“I heard that some of their coffees comes with milk.”

Titling his head to the side, he glanced over to the ‘boy’ who just passed by him simply. Sax knew that, but he really didn’t know whether or not to just have milk on its own or just have it with some sweet kind of coffee. He smacked his forehead, getting a look from the cashier as he did. Chuckling softly as their eyes met, he gave his charming smile before looking back at the bottle of milk. This is like the choice between candy and cake! God is so cruel at times! Pouting a bit, Sax once again looked up as a dark haired girl cut in front of him. Sneering, he was about to shout out at how you shouldn’t cut in line, but relaxed as he heard the conversation between the two. It seemed that the lady worked here instead of being one of those bloody idiots who dared to cut in front of the all mighty Saxon Delacroix.

“They have really good mochas here you know.. and then you'd get milk, chocolate, and coffee all in one. I call the the trifecta of coffees.” “Hey Yoshi! What're you looking at?”

Okay, was everyone going to randomly talk to a stranger they didn’t know or was it just because Sax was the hottest guy there at the moment? Chuckling, he gave the lady – he heard her name from the other worker to be Isolde Greyton – a charming smile after she gave him a warm one. “Thanks.” His voice was thick with a French accent from the time he lived there before…but it was also calm and smooth, yet straight-forward. Sax blinked as Isolde moved over toward the ‘boy’ he saw before with saying what must be ‘his’ name, Yoshi. Being a former game addict like himself, he was amused with the fact that the ‘boy’ had the name of a Super Mario character. Stepping toward the cashier, he gave the girl a charming smile as he ordered a caramel frappuccino with a bottle of milk as well. The girl stared in shock that someone was actually ordering a cold drink, but Sax was usually warm all seasons.

“Better be a good place in this one.”

His attention went back to the two who were settled at a table as he paid for the two drinks… Grabbing them both after giving another smile at the cashier, he walked over toward the table with the two and once again, gave his charming smile. “Hope you don’t mind me joining you two…” He set his two drinks down on the table before helping himself to the chair between the two. Taking a sip from his frappuccino and leaning back a bit in his chair. “So, Yoshi was it?” He paused as he smirked at the ‘boy’… “You’re looking for a place to stay, am I correct? Well, I have a place being built in the new city that’s coming up if you want to stay in one of my extra rooms.” That one was true, he had three bedrooms in the apartment and surely was only going to use one. Hopefully, ‘he’ would take Sax up on the offer. “I’m Saxon Delacroix by the way.”

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ICONS; credited to falling_circus at livejournal.

[Luthen]

He would of taken anything, anything at all. Just not this place; it was just to similar. Cold, golden eyes stared at the inn from the safety of the surrounding trees; their owner debating heavily whether to enter the place or not. Why the hell did he have to stay in this place? He's a lion, he should of just stayed in the forest. The scarred white wolf gave a low growl as images flashed in his mind; images that he'd preferred stayed buried. But in there was Luthen's new alpha, and it was his duty to protect him. The beast clenched his teeth in contempt at what he was about to do, but it had to be done. After a feral snarl, he turned and headed deeper into the forest; where curious eyes could not see. A few minutes later he reappeared, this time in his human form.

He made his way casually into the inn, hating the smell of the rotting place; Smells worse then month old carrion. It took him awhile to find where Saxon had gotten off to in this place... At least if he didn't want to look like he was scenting for someone. But when he finally found where the rebel's leader had put himself; Luthen didn't enter immediately. No, he decided to lean against the door frame as past memories flooded through him. Which wasn't the best idea the devoto had ever had. His hardened eyes narrowed as bloody pictures appeared in his thoughts; his hands staining a door frame crimson, while he held himself up. Puddles of blood collecting under him...

He shook his head violently, making the memories disappear; Damn Sax and his human needs. With a low growl, he pushed himself of the door frame and walked over to where Saxon sat. Figures, flirting again, he thought with a sigh. He placed himself in the last seat at the table; not caring what the 'guy' or girl thought. He didn't even bother to say 'hello' or anything that could be considered a greeting. All he did was nod slightly to Saxton.

[yoshi]

As Yoshiko continually scanned through the paper several times, she heard her name being called out. Who would know my name around here? She looked up and saw Isolde. An friend that Yoshiko met a while back. Yoshiko watched the young woman sit down into the seat across from her and looked back down at the newspapers. Then Isolde asked her what the papers were for. Yoshiko looked up again and blinked for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I’m just looking for a place to stay, but I can’t find any where that’s in a good price range.” She stated with an almost dull tone before taking a sip of her drink. Yoshiko glance at Isolde and notice something different with her. “Did your hair grow since the last time we meet?” She asked, still with the almost dull tone. It wasn’t that Yoshiko was bored with Isolde… It was just she looks more like a girl than the last time they met and Yoshiko… She looks the same. God I’m tire… Maybe I should try something with more caffeine. Yoshiko had been looking through dozen of ads for apartments for most of the afternoon and frankly she was getting sick of it.

“Hope you don’t mind me joining you two…”

Yoshiko looked up again and this time saw the blond haired guy from before. “No, I guess not…” Yoshiko watched the newest addition to the table pull up a chair from another table and place two drinks. One was milk and the other was a frappuccino. So he brought the milk and caffeine. The guy sat down between her and Isolde, then he took a sip from his frappuccino. Then he mention Yoshiko’s name and that he had a place with two extra room in the new city, which, one of the room Yoshiko could stay in. Yoshiko gave the blond haired guy a questioning look. “Yes… But why ask a stranger to come and live with you? For all you could know, I could be some deluded psychopath who might try to kill you!” Yoshiko exclaimed, but still had that almost dull tone. Her last statement was a metaphor, of course, but still she did have other personal secrets that she would prefer that no one knew about. Yoshiko took another sip of her drink.

“I’m Saxon Delacroix by the way.”

Yoshiko looked up over to the blond haired guy, who finally introduced himself as… “Saxon Delacroix? Huh… Sounds different.” Yoshiko muttered, looked up and waited for either Isolde or Saxon to speak… That was until another someone joined the small group. He seems piss off… The newcomer took the last empty chair, which was also between Yoshiko and Isolde, but across from Saxon. Yoshiko frowned, unsure if she should say anything to the newcomer or not.

[isolde greyton]

It starts in my toes, makes me wrinkle my nose.

Her dark green eyes focused on the tendrils of steam wafting from the lidless cup of coffee gripped lightly in her hands, oblivious to the monotone quality of Yoshiko's voice in comparison to her own more enthralled greeting. Her head bobbed in a slow, compassionate nod as Yoshi explained to her the predicament he was in, a small acknowledgement that she hoped would convey that she was sorry for Yoshi's unfortunate position. I'm sorry Yoshi.. if I had an extra room you know I'd offer it. She smiled at the boy sitting across the table from her, her smile widening as she tucked a loose strand of dark brunette hair behind her ear in response to Yoshi's inquiry. Yeah, I did! Heh, thanks for noticing. It's been nice to be able to put it up again. Continuing to be oblivious to Yoshi's less than thrilled tone, her mouth had barely opened to ask Yoshi how his week had been going when the milk-intent blonde man she'd scooted by at the counter came sidling towards them, casually pulling up a chair between the two. His French accent slid smoothly over the quiet of the small cafe, Isi's radiant smile directed at the newcomer as she shook her head. Of course we don't mind, right Yoshi? She bounced lightly in her seat as her emerald gaze pinged from the blonde man to Yoshiko, her expression flashing genuine excitement as the blonde man explained that he had an extra room if Yoshi would like to stay with him.

Yoshi, that's so great! she exclaimed, earning a few disgruntled glances from the quietly reading people around her before she turned back towards the blonde, who'd only just introduced himself to be Saxon Delacroix. It's so nice of you to offer, Mr. Delacroix! She giggled at Yoshi's reply, rolling her eyes amusedly and tilting her head to the side. Picturing Yoshi as a psychopath was an amusing feat, the boy didn't seem too capable of delusion to Isolde. I'm Isolde Greyton, by the way. She offered lightly, attention drawn to the sullen figure just joining them as she'd begun to make her pleasantry. His only acknowledgement was a subtle nod towards Saxon, otherwise the man remained detached. She turned towards the man, lowering the cup of coffee to her lap and offering the newcomer a warm smile. Um.. hey. It was nice of you to come and join us. While she felt the least bit awkward talking to the somber, dark-haired man sitting to her right, she'd always told herself that getting to know someone wasn't always easy, but it was better to try and maybe not get anywhere than to never try at all.

You make me smile, please stay for a while.

[saxon delacroix]

“Yes… But why ask a stranger to come and live with you? For all you could know, I could be some deluded psychopath who might try to kill you!”

Smirking and letting a chuckle escape through his lips, he shook his head at the ‘boy’. It was quite funny how ‘he’ even thought about a wanted Saxon Delacroix would be killed by any psychopath… He leaned back in the chair and tried to stop laughing. “Sure…sure… And I’m a hairy old man at the age of one hundred and six.” Pulling his smile into a straight, serious look, Sax’s attention kept on the ‘boy’… “ Anyway…if you even were able to pull a gun at my head successfully, I’d give you a treat for the try.” His eyebrow raised as the familiar scent of a certain wolf walked into the place only to come and sit across from himself…He offered his teammate a smile and a nod in reply.

“It's so nice of you to offer, Mr. Delacroix!”

“At least someone else agrees.” Winking at Isolde, he glance back over to Yoshi as ‘he’ said his name and even – kind of – complemented it. Nodding a quick ‘thank you’ to ‘him’, Sax took another sip of his frappuccino and sighed. Wonder what the gang’s going to do if this ‘guy’ actually moves in with me…it would surely make things a lot more interesting, no? “Luth, is there anything wrong?” Nodding toward his dark-haired teammate, he gave a slight worried look before relaxing a bit into the chair again. The lion was not only in the dangerous streets of whatever place you can find him…but he was also a killer…a true sinner. As Isolde introduced herself, Sax nodded his head again. I know, was what he wanted to say since he did heard the talk between her and what seems to be ‘teammate’. “Nice to meet you, Miss. Greyton.” Pausing for a second as his French accent seems a bit too heavy as he had said those words… “You can just call me Saxon…or even Sax if you want.” Letting his charming smile crawl onto his lips, he nodded his head towards Luthen and Yoshi to include them on that line.

NOTES; sorry for the wait and the crappy post. D: Writer's block as well. =(
ICONS; credited to falling_circus at livejournal.

[saxon delacroix]

ooc; hello...?

[Luthen]

Sorry, I'll get to this soon.