Dimitri Hann: *Dimitri C. Hann - A
small thin man with a jittery unassuming manner about him. Head sunk low, he
seems to want to make himself smaller than his wraith-like 5'5 frame allows for
already. Looong thin fingers flicker through fine blonde hair, which curls in
embarrassingly unruly ringlets to his jaw. His face is thin and gaunt, almost
undernourished. He is not an overly attractive man, narrow set jaw and giant ski
slope of a nose clashing. thin lipped with watery blue eyes.. he looks like if
you sneezed you'd likely send him flying... and he'd apologize to you for being
such a klutz. He's in his mid 30's, stooped posture crumpling an otherwise
meticulously put together olive tweed suit, which does nothing to hide his
scrawniness*
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): The kid walks
down the street, hands stuck in his pockets. He's staring at his feet, counting,
as is his way, as he goes. "1,912... 1,913... 1,914... 1,915... 1,916..."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1):
d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,2,9,3,
Dimitri Hann: *this place... this club.
this seemed the sort of place he was lookig for, he's outside, staring at the
door and the line there, worridely. rough looking folks. skeletal hands flutter
over his suit, tapping out an old blues song as he backs away from the crowd
into the sidewalk, watery blue eyes darting about*
Dimitri Hann:
d10: per alert: 5,6,2,7,5,1,7,2,
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He glances up as
he approaches the club...oooh, he knows this place. Important people are here,
sometimes. His eyes pass over the area, coming to rest on Dmitri. He blinks,
noting the man's anxious state.
Dimitri Hann: *a hand flitters over his
hair, smoothing it, he blinks repeatedly, trying to shore himself up. then he
notices Paris and starts a little. he wasn't counting anymore*
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He blinks once
more, and take a couple tentative steps toward Dmitri. He was
nervous...important people weren't nervous. Maybe he was okay. "Ummm...hi."
Dimitri Hann: h-h-h-h-hell hello. *Dimitri
stutters sharply, scratching the back of his pencilly neck and taking the boy's
measure though a series of eye darts*
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He tilts his
head. "You're not an important person, are you? They don't normally talk like
that. Only I do."
Dimitri Hann: n-n-n-o.. i'm not.. I'm. uh.
not t-t-t-t-erribly uh.. important.. n-nn-n-n-no. no. *he shakes his head and
gives a thin lipped frown, fingers pattering on tweed. he darts a look into the
club, his courage fleeing*. um.. wh-wh-who are. who are you?
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "My name's, ummm....hi.
I'm...um. I'm Paris." He pulls his hand out of his pocket, giving a shy little
wave. "Hi."
Dimitri Hann: I'm Dim d-di-dim dimitri.
*he stutters warily, jostled sideways by an over exuberant club goer, he
stumbles and blinks, inquiring* are you gg-g-oing, to the uh. club?
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Ummmmmmm...." He
looks up at the club door, eyes wide. "I, ummmm...dunno. Father's warned me
about this place...he says important people are here."
Dimitri Hann: f-f-father?
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Father.
Y'know...um. Like..." He shrugs. "The man who, uhhhmm....kinda sorta takes care
of you."
Dimitri Hann: i s-s-see. *the young man
must be simple. the twitch of a man shifts his miinimal weight and considers a
moment before stuttering* uh..well.. i'm g-g-g-oing to uh.. I'm going to g-g-go
h-h-h-ome now. um.. not that i d-d-don't like t-t-alking to you.. that is to
s-s-ay.. I .. um.. *she frowns. words were not coming out right tonight* I'm
g-g-g-oing n-n-now.
Dimitri Hann: *he nods, there. finally got
it spat out*
Ethan Anderson: ((Open Scene?))
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): ((Open far as I'm
concerned...))
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He looks at
Dmitri, head tilting a little in confusion. "Ummm....okay. I, um...yeah. Nice
meeting you, Dimitri. You seem nice."
Dimitri Hann: ((yep. though it'll be just
Ethan and Paris. ))
Ethan Anderson: The petite blond slides
from a cab, one hand pushing through his nearly hip length locks, brushing them
away from his handsome face. He's dressed comfortably in black jeans and a black
t-shirt, his black boots spit shined.
Dimitri Hann: Um.. th-th-thanks.. P-p-p-pParis.
ni-nice to uh. nice to mm-m-meet you. *thelittle man arranges his shuit with a
twitch of long nervouse fingers, and skitters off towards the nearest alleyway*
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He watches
Dmitri run off, staring after him, before the cab gets his attention. He turns
his head that way, looking at Ethan.
Ethan Anderson: Sighing, he regards the
club for a moment, hands rising to pull his hair back into a tight ponytail, his
expression thoughtful.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He tilts his
head, watching the pretty young man...he looked nice. He sticks his hands in his
pockets, eyes tracking Ethan.
Ethan Anderson: His eyes flit sideways and
he offers Paris a warm smile. "Hi."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He waves at the
boy, shyly. "Ummm...hi."
Ethan Anderson: The smile widens just
slightly at that shy wave and, with a last glance at the door, he moves towards
the other, ponytail bouncing with every step.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He watches Ethan,
warily, as he approaches...the smile on his face staying warm and shy...he just
looks a bit skittish. People don't approach him directly unless they were going
to hurt him.
Ethan Anderson: He extends a small, strong
hand slowly. "Um. Hi. I'm ethan."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Hi. Umm...I'm
Paris. You know...like the Prince. Not the city."
Ethan Anderson: He chuckles softly, gently
and nods. "Nice to meet you, Paris."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Umm...yeah. Nice
to meet you too." He blushes a bit. "It is."
Ethan Anderson: "So, you wanna go in," he
asks, jerking his head towards the bar.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Well...um." He
looks at the door. The last person didn't understand Father, and ran away. He
doesn't like to make people run away. "...okay."
Ethan Anderson: Grinning, Ethan offers
Paris his arm.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He looks at
the arm, a little confused. He reaches out, tentatively taking Ethan's hand in
his.
Ethan Anderson: "That works," he says,
chuckling softly as he gives Paris a little tug towards the doors. "C'mon. I
don't think either of us can drink but at least we can dance."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Dance?" He looks
at the door. "Umm...okay. I can, uh...dance."
Ethan Anderson: "What did you think we
were gonna do in there," he asks, head canting as he glances at Paris.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "I dunno." He
shrugs, looking at the ground, then up at Ethan. "I've never been in there."
Ethan Anderson: "Me either." He smiles
brightly and shifts Paris hand into his opposite one, slinging his arm across
the other's shoulders. "It should be fun."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He looks up at
Ethan, tensing only momentarily at the closer contact before he relaxes. Ethan
is nice...it'll be fine. He nods. "O...okay." He smiles a little and lets Ethan
guide him along.
Ethan Anderson: "I'll pay the cover." He
settles Paris' hand against his (Ethan's) thigh and pulls cash from his pocket,
handing the ten to the bouncer before offering his wrist for the band.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He doesn't seem
to think anything's wrong with his hand on the other's thigh, although the idea
of a cover confuses him, until he sees the money. Oooh, bracelets...he wants
one. He holds his wrist out, too.
Ethan Anderson: Which of course, he gets.
Ethan, grinning, catches the other's hand, twining their fingers together as
they slip into the loud, pulsing club.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He winces a
little at the noise, and then looks around, eyes wide with wonderment. Strobe
lights...dark place...wow. He's clearly fascinated by the club.
Ethan Anderson: "C'mon," Ethan says, his
lips against Paris' ear as he leads him towards a table, compact frame bouncing
through the dancers.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He nods a little,
walking along with Ethan, looking around the place. The big, long mirror at the
top is interesting to him, too. He keeps close to the other, though...lots of
people.
Ethan Anderson: "Do you want something to
drink?"
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "No...no." He
shakes his head. "Umm...no. Thanks."
Ethan Anderson: He nods and glances
around, drawing Paris closer to him as they settle into a small, not quiet, but
empty corner.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He sits down,
scooting close to Ethan. Ethan appears to be the safety net for the young man.
"There's a lot of people here," he says, quietly.
Ethan Anderson: He nods. "Yeah," he
agrees, wrapping his arm around Paris' shoulders, one hand rubbing his thigh.
"Its kinda nice. Fun to people watch."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "People are fun
to watch," he agrees, nodding.
Ethan Anderson: "So...Paris, you from
around here? I mean, why were you hangin' out watching the club?"
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "I was out
exploring." He shrugs. "I...yes, I'm from around here. Not here, here. But here,
as in the big here."
Ethan Anderson: "As in New York?" He
chuckles, hand tracing idle patterns on the other's thigh.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): "Yeah. The Big
City." He nods to Ethan, smiling a little bit.
Ethan Anderson: "Yeah. It is big, that's
for damn sure." He nods, smiling.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He nods. "Yeah it
is...there's a lot fo places I haven't been yet. So I explore a lot."
Ethan Anderson: "Anywhere specific you
really wanna go?" His hand drifts to places it likely shouldn't be and then
away.
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He looks down,
blinking, and then back up, shrugging it off. "Ummm...I don't know. I haven't
been to anyplace like that, so I don't know if I wanna go."
Ethan Anderson: He blinks, mind working
through that statement. "Ah."
Paris Bennet (Arcane 1): He shrugs. "How
about you. Do you explore, ro do you just go places you know?"
Ethan Anderson: "I pretty much just go places I know. Cept for the last couple times I've gone out." He grins. "Never been here before..."