"They are horses, aren't they?" He asked sarcastically upon noticing Ciel raise an eyebrow at him. He tossed him the knight he had used to 'galop' with; a black chess piece. Gathering all the white pieces, he set them, with guidance from Ciel's set up of course. "Like that?" He wondered out loud, making sure his pieces lined up the same as the black.
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"White starts." He said with a click of his toungue, unnecissary pride dwelling up within him, as of knowing something so basic. That was pretty much it, though. He placed his finger on the pawn at the left end of the board, sliding it up one space, mentally fist pumping the air at his first move.
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"Two spaces!" He gasped, not knowing that this was how the pawn was allowed to move, at the start. He may have known, but he never paid attention. Alois face flashed red, flames of unneeded rage burning in him. He shot a glare at Ciel. "Just because I'm not good at this game, doesn't mean you can cheat! I'm not stupid, Phantomhive!" He sneered, adding extra venom into 'Phantomhive'. Once again, getting worked up over nothing, and even if he were to cheat, it still wouldn't have to end up in any sort of heated argument, started by himself.
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"Tch." Was all that came out of his mouth, letting his tense self relax, before choosing another pawn one space to the right from the Ciel's black piece, and moving it two spaces forward, the move allowing Ciel's pawn to take it down. He didn't say anything, but stared at the board with slight embarassement, crossing his arms and huffing quietly. He didn't even realize that his move was terrible.
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Alois raised his eyebrow at him, looking back down at the board to watch Ciel move his piece. He wanted to say some crude comment, but, like many times before, he pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying anything. Instead, he moved the pawn directly two spaces beside Ciel's one space forwards. He smiled to himself, knowing that there was no way he could get this one, nor the other one.
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I know right! .o. I have to look at a picture of a chess board setup on Google to figure this out. xDic :
Alois stared at the board, tapping his foot against the ground in a rhythm. He moved his knight as well, two forward and one to the right, so that it stood on the far right, fourth row of the board. He concentrated on the board at the moment, taking a few moments to make sure no piece could knock his knight out. All safe. -
Alois took his knight again, moving it two spaces to the left and one forward, so it stood directly on the right, beside Ciel's first moved piece. He could at least try getting a piece out, but who was he kidding. Ciel obviously had this in his hands, he'd beat him before he could snap his fingers. On the other hand he, himself, wasn't thinking logically, despite this being a logical game. His method to win was 'Kill-it-be-killed'.
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Alois stared blankly at him. What was he doing? Then, as he brought down the king... Did this mean Ciel quit? Did this mean he forfeited? Did he actually just win, well, 'win' the game? He suddenly slammed his arms at the edges of the board, gathering all the pieces, black and white, towards him. "I win!" He beamed brightly, the excitement of Ciel doing something so strange enlighting him. That he actually quit! "I win, I win! Yes! Loser Ciel! I'm the winner!" He started cheering for himself, skipping around the room like a young school girl.
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"You knocked down a piece. With your finger! That leads to disqualification, does it not?" He spoke mockingly, smirking at him. "Now, no one likes a sore loser, Ciel. He said with puckered lips and a muffled tone, running his finger down his cheek to represent a tear.
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Alois flicked his head towards Ciel. He had obviously heard what he had said, or at least some of it, and getting worked up, and a sour mood, were quite the easy turn-arounds for him. From angry, to happy, then happy, to angry, before a single syllaboled word could from from a fully capable human's mouth. "Cocky b itch, you say? You're not exactly the type everybody would just die to get to meet." He hissed irritably, walking over to the opposite side of him, slamming his fist against the board, despite it probably being something Ciel wouldn't want being physically 'hurt'. Instead of an annoyed grunt, he let out a long, seemingly amused sigh, and the cold stare was replaced with a rather twisted smirk. "Putting aside myself, of course." He said quietly, and softly, aiming it directly at Ciel.
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Alois leaned his face in closer to Ciel's, his smile growing more apparent know. That didn't sound like a insult, to him. Now, his nose inches away from Ciel's, he raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
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A smirk? Did Ciel lose whatever amount of sanity he had left? Though, it being unexpected, there was no reason for him to not enjoy it. Alois took his hand, running it through Ciel's navy-ish black hair, then gliding his index finger over his jawline. "Is that so.. ?" He spoke in a soft voice, more to himself, a silent chuckle sounding from his throat.
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Alois nodded slowly, brushing a lock of hair out of his sapphire eye. He ran the back of his hand over his cheek, until he reached his chin, in which he held up in line to his face. He leaned in, fluttering his eyes shut and pecking his lips with his own, gently. Oh, how cute he was at the moment, when he didn't look like he was going to stab somebody. The blonde earl just couldn't resist.
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[color=black]Alois had expected Ciel to push him away, and start cursing at him. But, he didn't. It was almost as if he were taking it... well..? Ooh, how exciting! He pulled away from the kiss, leaning his hands back against the table, light blue eyes on his darker. "Well, well, well.. Someone's definitely not themselves today." He said, a pleased smirk spreading over his lips as he did.
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"Must I explain? I think you, and precisely you, can figure it out." Alois said, his smirk wider. Playing Ciel was so much fun, especially when he was slow. Though this was kind of.. not-Ciel slow; it was slower. Having to realize he had just been kissed couldn't take this long, even for the moronic people. Or, was it because he enjoyed it? Was there a possibility..? He didn't know what to chose out of the two conclusions he had given himself; slow, or 'the other one'?
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Alois giggled in amusement at Ciel's expression, he looked so shocked. What a late reaction. He rested his elbows on the table, his chin positioned between his hands. "You liked it." He said simply, and that was what he was going with.
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"Oh, Ciel.." Alois sighed softly, his cheeks tinted rosey pink colour, closing his eyes in a smile. ".. You've become such a softie, you know that?" He said, letting a second giggle sound from his slightly parted lips. "I like that." He added under his breath.
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Alois seemed to be spacing out for a few moments, before stepping out of the chair, taking a couple of strides until he was behind Ciel. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind him, gingerly running his finger tips down the side of his neck, before letting that hand join the other in a 'hug' motion. He leaned his head towards the side of his face, implanting a soft kiss on the bluette's cheek.
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[spoiler=Lucius Nathaniel Harrison Forgnier]
||Identification||
"I do believe what you are saying is nonsense, and that you are taking some sort of narcotic, so I will not listen, nor will I care."
|Name|
|"Lucius Nathaniel Harrison Forgnier, how fun to say!"|
|Age|
|"Eighteen years old."|
|Gender|
|"A chair."|
|Description|
|"Just look at that beautiful picture of a chair, oh how lovely." One of the most noticable features about Lucius is his constantly extravagant and flamboyant clothing choice. Colours, patterns, and texture. So much of it, his own face is hidden; Crimson, attractively drooping eyes, a clear glass-like complection, and bleach blonde hair with a somewhat lilac tint to it.
|Class|
|"Oh, I'm a genteel."|
|Personality|
| Narcissistic is one word that suits Lucius quite well. Being the cocky, arrogant thing he is, Lucius has become over confident in everything he does. If there is one thing Lucius has, it is an over inflated ego. He loves himself more than anything. He aims to please himself and likes to show off when he can. Lucius is overly confident in his own abilities and he often underestimated the people he deals with which has caused him some trouble before. He is not afraid of much and will take anything head on fully thinking that whatever the challenge is, he can rise to it.It takes a heck of a lot to get him angry. Most of the time Lucius seems mildly amused no matter what the situation is. He has a very dark and morbid sense of humour that is unique. He has learned to adapt, but there is always a macabre undertone there. He doesn’t like following orders and will go out of his way to be disobedient. This bad habit of his occurs more often when people have no idea how to keep him on a tight leash.
He is a smart individual who has fairly quick reasoning and self-centered judgment when making decisions. He thinks he has seen and experienced just about everything, which is half the reason he never seems to give a rat's tail about anything. Lucius is a cunning individual who will spare no expense when he is able to take advantage of someone.
It's safe to assume that Lucius is without a doubt a sadist through and through. He loves seeing others suffer whether it is emotionally or physically. Violence and blood are two things that always get him excited, especially if he is the cause of the chaos. And just as one might think to go along with his sadistic streak, Lucius is somewhat masochistic. Pain is his pleasure and pleasure is something Lucius loves to indulge in.
Intimidation is something that he has mastered. His sense of self-worth plays a huge role when it comes to trying to belittle others and any scare tactics he uses have always proven to have beneficial outcomes. Despite this, he can also be quite the charmer. Over the years he has learned how to appeal to many types of people in order to get what he wants in a more socially acceptable, less violent way. He is skilled in the art of seduction and takes full advantage of that when he feels the need to do so.|
|History|
|"Anything other than I've had a perfect life? (Mm.. no.)"|
|Relationships|
|"Whether I would know someone to have a relationship with, I honestly wouldn't want to keep it. Brutal honesty, that is."|
|Likes|
|"Just about anything that has to do with myself."|
|Dislikes|
|"When people have terrible fashion sense. It bothers me to see people wearing literal bags, walking the streets."|
|Strengths|
|"When I ask some prick to leave me alone, they leave me alone. An intimidating factor in which I am proud to be in."|
|Weaknesses|
|"People say I'm too violent, but really, they're just stupid."|
|Theme Song|
|A Gorey Demise - Creature Feature.|
|Other|
|Rag$.| -
Thank you! I'd be thrilled to hear your plot ideas, dear! ^.^
