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- Sebastian - 08-24-2012 Sebastian felt a little more like himself with each passing day. Perhaps all he needed was a few sleepless nights and a bit of dancing. Good thing Halifax had both of these in wonderful abundance. Casa di Cavalieri lacked the constant stimulation his vibrant mind required to stay functioning. It was a lovely place, to be sure, but it didn't have enough change for him. Halifax was constantly changing. That interested him. It had interesting people, which was even better. One of the most interesting people he had met in Halifax was a certain Bartholomew Cubbins. His unique fur, laid-back attitude, vivid tattoos, form-fitting clothes and fine body. And his willingness to have hot, rough sex with the Italian, of course. That was a lovely bonus for all involved. It was Sebastian's goal to meet someone just as interesting as Bart today. Someone just as interesting, but different. Of course, he certainly wouldn't say no if he met Bart again. Sebastian sauntered down the middle of the street, delicately stepping around the vines and creepers that had overtaken the middle of the street. He had left his bow and arrows at home, choosing to only carry his daggers at his hips. He still had his satchel, of course, filled with his usual supplies. He had spent the past day with a pair of very helpful women with vividly dyed fur and sported a new spiked collar around his neck. Practically indecent, he knew, but who the hell cared? - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 09-15-2012 [html]<style>#sieLoc td {vertical-align:top; text-align:center; padding:3px; font-size:11px; } #sieLoc td.header { font-size:15px; } #sieLoc #location{background-image:url('http://www.soulsrpg.com/images/BSMapPixels_subterr.jpg'); width:100px;height:100px;border:1px solid #000000;background-position:50% 54% ;} #sieLoc #pushpin{position:relative;left:45px;top:45px;}</style>
[html] <style> .marsbart-b01 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .marsbart-b01 p {padding:0px 35px 5px 35px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .marsbart-b01 b {color:#fff; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #000;} .marsbart-b01 {background-color:#1385DC; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/oMm9z.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 110px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:13px; color:#103E5B; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .marsbart-b01-border {width:477px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } .marsbart-b01 .separator{width:322px; border-bottom:1px dashed #103E5B; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sebastian - 09-25-2012 Psh, you're fine <3 Sebastian had just picked his way over a sizeable root that had split the road open when the familiar clip-clop of hooves disturbed his ruminations. Horse. Lovely. Why were so many people so infatuated with the damn things? The Italian frowned and ducked behind a rather large oak, peering around the side in an attempt at sneakiness. Truthfully, his stealth left much to be desired, but it got the job done. Aha. Well, wasn't this interesting? It was none other than Mister Bartholomew Cubbins. Not wearing his skirt today, but then again it would be a rather awkward thing to wear whilst riding a horse. Still had that jacket Sebastian had never gotten the chance to wear. Hmm. Perhaps now he could ask about that. Maybe get in another round of heavy-duty sex while he was at it. The tall, dual-coloured, messy-haired male had been rather good at that. Fond of petting, too. Sebastian nonchalantly strolled around the tree, a charming grin on his face as he halted in front and to the side of the horse. He didn't speak, preferring to let Bartholomew make the first move. Only problem was, he didn't. The foxy male waved. The horse took another step, slightly away from the Italian. Sebastian was on the verge of shouting something rude at the tattooed male by the time Bart looked up and recognised him. Or at least, saw him. It seemed as though Mister Cubbins didn't recognise him. The Italian frowned. Was he really so forgettable? He certainly hadn't thought so from the way he had made Bart moan. Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his hips to one side, raising an eyebrow at the taller male. "Maayyyybeeeee," he drawled. "If you would be so good as to remember my name, Messere Cubbins." - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 10-05-2012 [html] <style> .marsbart-b01 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .marsbart-b01 p {padding:0px 35px 5px 35px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .marsbart-b01 b {color:#fff; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #000;} .marsbart-b01 {background-color:#1385DC; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/oMm9z.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 110px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:13px; color:#103E5B; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .marsbart-b01-border {width:477px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; } .marsbart-b01 .separator{width:322px; border-bottom:1px dashed #103E5B; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sebastian - 10-10-2012 Okey doke As Bartholomew spoke, Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Mistaken him for his brother, eh? Bart had said that he'd had a brother, though... The brother who made that fantastic jacket he still wanted to try on? And instead of the jacket, "Mars" was wearing a fabulous leather vest Sebastian also wanted. Bart had said that the brother had been quite boring, though. He hadn't mentioned the fact that they were unerringly identical. Completely, totally, perfectly identical. He couldn't see his eyes, but those tattoos were exact copies. Well. "Mars," if he was indeed not Bartholomew, did have three more tattoos than his brother... Though the rest were all the same. They had different ways of speaking, certainly... And Mars seemed calmer than Bartholomew. Hmm. Well, Sebastian had seen every inch of Bartholomew's body before. Perhaps there was one way to be certain. The Italian had a clear look of disbelief on his face. "I'm Sebastian," he re-introduced himself, still not quite believing the taller male. He squinted up at him thoughtfully, his artist's gaze noting the precise similarities. Well. Bartholomew had had scars on his torso, hadn't he? Perhaps he could check. "If you really aren't Bartholomew, I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking off your vest for a moment?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Unless you two have identical scars as well." - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 10-22-2012 [html] OOC: ohighthur WC:376
Mars could tell that he was not going to get away so easily. Especially with the way the male looked at him. It was a clear look of disbelief written on the face of the male. Mars kept composure and tried to make it seem as if he really was not Bartholomew, even though he really was. It made things awkward for him to explain though. How many people would actually believe another person if they told them that "Yes, you know me, and my body, but that was a different personality that lives in the same body as me". It was easier to just lie and say that they were twins. It was more believable if someone only had the jist of what they looked like. There was no way that Mars could have known that Sebastian slept with Bartholomew, and therefore, would know everything all the way down to the size of his cock if that wasn't enough. The man reintroduced himself, Sebastian, his name was. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian. the Courtier spoke to the Caverlian with a slight bow of his head.
The male then asked Mars if he could take off his vest, and then cocked a brow at him and commented about how they shouldn't have the same scars. There was no hiding his scars, and Mars shook his head. You see, the funny thing about that is that our mother used to get us confused all the time, and she'd get drunk and hit us. She caused most of the same scars that he has on me. She even carved my name into his side, thinking that she had done it to me, but forgetting that she also had Bartholomew. spoke the male as he ended up stripping the vest from his shoulders. I got tired of matching Bart, and people confusing him with me, so I got a few new tattoos that Bart doesn't have. explained Mars, for once saying more than a few sentences at a time. He really wanted to get out of this, but he wasn't sure if his lies were working. The male in front of him did not seem impressed much by them so far.
.marspink-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .marspink-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .marspink-z91 b {color:#fe0b20; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .marspink-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... inktab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:250px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #b8b7b7; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:416px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .marspink-z91-border {width:418px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Sebastian - 10-22-2012 /touches pretty table/ Sebastian was looking at Marstholomew, as he had dubbed the dual-coloured male, with a very dubious expression on his face. He was an artist, trained to notice tiny details, and from what he could see, Mars and Bartholomew were identical in every way. The only differences between them was Mars' extra tattoos. And his hair length too, Sebastian supposed. Though Bart's hair would likely be that long by now as well. It was entirely possible that Bart could have gotten new tattoos in the time since they had met, too. The Italian frowned at the mention of the abusive mother, furrowing his brow. That was terrible. Sebastian could hardly imagine such a thing; his mother hadn't been around as often as he might like, and she could get terribly distracted, but only in the very most serious of situations had she ever struck her own children. Like the time when Rosa had nearly sliced her brother's eye out, or when Leonardo had accidentally pushed a little too hard and knocked him off a tree. Even then, her anger was quick to cool. That didn't mean he bought it, though. He chose not to comment for a moment, stepping closer and peering at the scar sceptically. He had noticed that scar on Bart's torso, though he had forgotten to question it. It was identical. Sebastian doubted that a drunken woman could carve the same word on skin in precisely the same shape. "Mm-hmm," he hummed doubtfully. Ignoring the horse, Sebastian stepped up beside Mars, looking him over critically and circling him slowly. Scars on face. Scars on upper arm. Scar on nose. Scars on left wrist. Smallest finger was brown. Same tattoos on his wrists. Peeking at his legs, Sebastian discovered the identical cuts on his ankles. Checking his back, Sebastian discovered the same scar again. The artisan rolled his eyes and sauntered back to Mars' side, looking up at him with a clear "Are you shitting me?" look on his face. "So," he began, voice oozing sarcasm, "you expect me to believe that you have precisely identical scars all over your body, identical fur patterns, identical tattoos except for the triangles and Latin on your chest, the same scent, the same piercings, identical everything, and yet you are not the same person?" Sebastian raised both eyebrows. "And if you do expect me to believe that, can you guarantee me that if I were to meet Bartholomew again, he wouldn't mysteriously have those tattoos he supposedly doesn't have? Ah, and can I expect to never see you two in the same place?" Perhaps to less attentive eyes, Mars' different accent and personality would have convinced them. But Sebastian's eagle-like gaze missed nothing, particularly anything he had been so intimately acquainted with. |