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The loud music pulsed around the dirty blonde as he timidly pushed his way through the crowd, searching and pleading for the way out, or at the very least a quiet and secluded space to keep to himself. He could feel his breath catch in his throat, but knew his screams would either be drowned out, or completely ignored, so he remained silent and inconspicuous. That is; until he felt gravity's pull on him as he went flying through the air and into a girl who was obviously too young to be holding those two drinks in her hands. He was immediately drenched in the stench of alcohol he hated so much. This, luckily, was passed off as merely the outcome of a drunken squabble, and he was allowed to go do his thing.
Josh finally found his haven; a secluded table in a dark corner away from prying eyes. It irked the young man that he went through such troubles just for his best friend, he'd wanted to watch this band play for a while now, and Josh honestly couldn't refuse the invitation when said friend gave him the puppy eyes. The blonde had long accepted his sexual orientation, and his feelings towards his friend, but never was he able to tell him, for he knew his affections wouldn't be returned.
With a sigh, Josh reclined back in the seat, not caring for the footsteps that approached him, thinkin that the person would pass on by without stopping. By was he wrong.

"Sh-shut up," Elise snapped, smothering down the skirt of her dress with a flustered huff. She hated this side of her, yet it wasn't something she could help. Dismissing her demon, her eyes momentarily flickered back up to Yoite before returning back down to the floor, "You... Should probably head down and make sure the table's set... Or something."

Finally letting her breath go, Elise watched Yoite leave. She turned back to the setting sun outside the window and just stared at it for a few seconds before snapping out of her stupor. She gradually made her way to her study, where she immersed herself in her work, signing contracts that she felt would aid her in the long run, ripping up those that didn't. Before long, she'd be forced to face the young man she dreaded so much.

With narrowed eyes, Erin simply stalked forward, no longer interested in hiding from the two. Her sudden urge to help was gone and so she simply watched. This could be a good opportunity to find and exploit weaknesses. Strength wise, the blonde was definitely at an advantage, but Izaya was crafty and certainly not helpless. Wiping the blood off her forehead from her previous fight, she simply leant against the wall.

(So we meet again. Yes, of course you can join)

Elide was never known to be good company, and her social graces were at best mildly polite. It wasn't that she'd never been taught, it's just that she'd never felt anyone deserved to be polite to, for everyone had secrets.
With a gruff sigh as the loud boisterous knock rang through the empty halls, Elise stretched before racing to the door to meet with her suitor. If she was lucky, tonight would be the last anyone hears of him, if he was lucky, it wouldn't be at the cost of his life.

This seemingly on-going battle amused the brunette for a time, but when it appeared that neither of the men were going to win, she had decided to break them apart. There was only so much enjoyment one could get out of something that never ended. Cracking her knuckles, Erin smirked, throwing herself in between the two men as if it were a stage play and she was the main act.

Raye uncomfortably tugged at the cream coloured skirt as he sat, eyes averted and long hair covering his eyes like the way he was always told to have it. His thin flannel shirt making sure to hide his chest, or lack thereof. He couldn't be bothered to listen to his boss, as he had heard that same speech last night, and the night before that, and the night before that. It wasn't that he disliked his job, he loved it, it was just that he wished that he wasn't made to pretend to be a person he wasn't. Hell, not even his coworkers knew that the girl that barely looked past her teens was actually a young man out of high school.
Standing up as soon as the meeting was adjourned, Raye retired to his tent, not one of the lucky few to be performing tonight. His feminine looks weren't the only reason why he had been accepted into the troupe, you see, Raye had... Gifts of a certain kind; the ability to manipulate others like a puppet, hence his stage name 'The Puppeteer'. He personally hated how evil his ability seemed, and didn't necessarily like using it, but it was the only way for him to get a job at first, and in time, Rate came to love the performances.
Many of his coworkers were like him, only with varying abilities.
Slumping down on his bed, Raye couldn't be bothered to change clothing, his uniform comfortable by now. He wondered where his assistant was, but soon shrugged that off. It wasn't until there was a call outside his tent did he awake from his stupor, blearily getting up to greet his rare visitor.
"H-Hi..."

"Good evening," Elise bowed her head with a stoic glare, the blonde now in front of her overzealously grinning as he gently shook her hand.
"Yes, yes, very nice to see you sweetie," Came the mockingly pompous reply, the man already seeming far to familiar with that sentence alone, "I'm sure you're delighted to see me."
Elise only bit down on her lip in irritation at the narcacisstic brat, muttering a shaky, "Come along," before ridding herself of his touch to lead him down the hallway. She hoped he'd wonder off and end up getting lost in the mansion, but apparently life wasn't so merciful to the girl.

Elise shared a meaningful glower with him, attempting to convey that this man was definitely going to disappear tonight. She placed the young man as far away from her as possible at the table, soon taking her own place at the other end. She refused to speak unless spoken to.
"So..." The blonde informally went on, awkwardly attempting to begin another conversation. It was obvious by the way Elise's gaze constantly drifted away that she was bored.

OOC: Yes, probably a very wise decision

Elise nodded in a way that said 'Any time in the near future would be nice,' her face contorted into a look of disgust as the narcacisstic Chris rambled on about his corporation. The boy was very one dimensional, and it took all of the girl's inner strength not to kill him herself.

"What can I say?" Erin grinned, her thick German accent clearly showing in the way she spoke, "I could practically predict what both of you were going to do next. You really need to come up with new tricks~" The brunette's tone was playful and mocking, mainly aimed towards the raven-haired man. She didn't bother looking too long at the blonde, as she had deduced that the man had at least some sense to him, Izaya, however, could just as easily stab her in then back as congratulate her.

"Yes, of course," Chris agreed, completely oblivious to the demon almost soon him. Elise stifled a sigh of boredom, her ears completely filtering out his constant droning. She mentally urged Yoite to hurry up, and wished that the demon had telepathic powers, unfortunately, he did not.

((Mind if I join?))

The young troll cursed out loud as he unceremoniously collided with the ground, his forehead knocking against frigid ground. His hands were twitching nervously without anything to occupy them and his bare shoulders quivered. He knew he shouldn't have left his Moirail's hive so late, and despite being offered a bed for the night, Reiyez had another he had to look out for.
He reached up to re-secure his scarf around his neck only to swear once again, only more at his own incompetence that anything else. He must've left it at Ghalie's. Reiyez knew how easy it was for him to get an illness in this weather, so the troll decided to take shelter in an abandoned building not too far away. The door was unlocked, so he easily managed to find his way inside. Now, he just needed to wait the chill out, not that it was going to be made easy.

Screams resounded through the mansion as the boy was reduced to nothing but ash. Elise let out a loud sigh of relief, and her posture relaxed at the sight, it wasn't until she took a deep breath did she realise how long she'd been holding her breath. The girl clenched her hands into tight balls but remained stoic.

What Erin hadn't expected was for the raven-haired man to abscond, watching wide-eyed as he fled, not that she could blame him. The brunette then turned back to The blonde, stone faced and unsure of what to say. She simply stated up at him awkwardly with folded arms, her eyes occasionally glancing back doe to the sign in his hand.

"Yes, that would be preferable," Elise returned the smile with a soft curve of the lips, not something people would consider a smile, per say, but probably the best smile she could ever truly mean. The red head, leaned back into her chair, taking an unladylike puff of air.

Reiyez tensed at the growl that was emanating through the building, his ears twitching slightly at the sound. The mustard-blooded troll had always had acute hearing, mainly relying on that instead of his crummy eyesight, even when he had his glasses on. The boy, however, was unsure of what made that sound, so he carefully tiptoed through the darkness.

"Why am I what? It's not exactly the best question you could ask~" Erin grinned playfully, taunting the blonde mercilessly. She knew he was clearly angry, and she wanted to see just how far she could push him, "Who am I? Erin, anything more than that is irrelevant. What do I want? I see no point in telling you~" As the cold night air blew through her hair and sent a chill down her spine, she instinctually folded her arms and rubbed them with her hands in an attempt to remain warm.

The quiet boy slowly backed up against the wall, letting out a loud breath as he relaxed. Finally, finally he was free from so many people, away from that huge crowd. He loved his job, but honestly, he hated the mass it attracted. The White skirt he was made to wear was crinkled as he knelt on the ground and sighed into his hands, not flinching when a pair of footsteps stopped in front of him, "Ashleigh," the voice whispered, kneeling down to his height, "C'mon we have to change." The brunette looked up at his brother, frowning down at him with a concerned look, Ashleigh just nodded.
"Okay, Arron," The two could just barely hear the loud yelling of the ringmaster as they retreated to their tents to get changed for the day.

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