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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Feb 6, 2012 1:17:43 GMT -4
Syrus Hatter walked into the common room and scanned the area for any familiar faces. He had come in here looking for his roommates as they had originally planned on working on a plan today but he didn't see either of them. What he did see though was a poor soul in a ghastly outfit. Hatter, being the fashionista he was, just couldn't ignore this fashion disaster and move on but rather decided he would offer his services. After all, business had been a bit low considering the big valentines dance was coming up and it couldn't hurt to offer his services, could it?
Hatter had been surprised by the lack of work lately. This was usually his busy season but as the drama had ended, the musical had started late and everyone seemed to be going to the stores on Main Street for their dresses this year (how dumb, they were such poor quality and main stream. Anyone could wear the same thing. His outfits were original), he was surprisingly free and bored. He yearned for a chance to design and keep himself busy once more. And so he approached this odd boy in the hopes of doing just that.
Hatter walked up to him and bowed before proceeding to sit beside him and begin speaking. Hello. I am Syrus Hatter. I couldn't help but notice that you are a handsome boy but your clothes don't show that at all. You may want to reconsider your wardrobe as there are a few things that desperately need changing. If you ever want, I can be your wardrobe assistant. It's what I do, actually, well when I'm free.
Hatter smiled his crooked smile and chuckled a bit before falling silent. He felt that he had missed something and played back all that he had said before realizing he still had no clue who this boy was. How silly of him. Always ask a potential client, especially such a handsome one, their name before balling on. It was one of the most important rules and he had forgotten it. Where were his manners. Hatter lost his smile and his face grew momentarily grim before he perked up once more and added,I'm so sorry for not asking this first. I don't believe I know who you are? My apologies for not asking first.
Hatter felt horrid for forgetting to ask and so he removed his red knit cap with purple and black embriodering (a Hatter original of course) and began running his fingers through his hair. He was so excited he wasn't thinking straight. That had to be the problem. Hatter kept trying to tell himself this but something else was scrambling his thoughts, although eh would never want to admit it. And so he continued scratching his head and being a bit confused as he waited for the boy to respond.
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Post by troycoppland on Feb 6, 2012 10:49:34 GMT -4
Fortunately, Troy had decided today was a good day to take his pills, so he felt up to going to the Common Room. It was one of his rarer trips, and Troy wasn’t sure he liked it. So many people. He managed to find himself a semi-secluded place, as secluded as one could get in a place packed with people. He didn’t see anyone he knew, but that’s because he didn’t make friends. He preferred not to make friends, it was just easier for him. That isn’t to say he didn’t see people he didn’t recognize, just not people he knew.
He never saw any point in making friends, because people were...well...human. Troy didn’t exactly like what that entailed. It meant that people were flawed, and didn’t always see eye-to-eye with Troy. His father had an answer for that, He always has an answer for that Troy thought bitterly. His father’s solution would be to kill anyone who didn’t see it his way. Troy wasn’t exacly fond of that idea, despite being an assassin. Even then, he only killed those who deserved it, those who betrayed the Court, those who endangered his family. That was all that really mattered to Troy. Everyone else was expendable.
The someone came and sat down beside Troy, and began talking at him. Not to him, at him. Troy wasn’t really paying attention. He did catch a few words, most of them about his wardrobe. Troy looked down at what he happen to be wearing that day: A pair of jeans, some navy blue converse high tops, and a graphic tee. He didn’t think it looked that bad. “I think I dress fine, thank you.” Troy said, indignantly.
Troy wasn’t normally this angry, normally putting on a happy-go-lucky, mysterious performer facade, but he really wasn’t in the mood with the dance coming up. All of the girls were going crazy, trying to find dresses. Their crazy tittering pissed Troy off. And Troy himself really should be looking for a date to the dance, but there really weren’t that many eligible guys. And it was part of Troy’s philosophy to not approach a guy whom he didn’t know for a fact was into guys. That was awkwardness he just wanted to avoid.
And now this person sitting next to him was laughing at him. Did they not know who they were talking to? He was Troyal Andrew Coppland, heir to the Court of Miracles, one of the best assassins in the Parisian underground. And this person had the nerve to laugh at him. “I'm so sorry for not asking this first. I don't believe I know who you are? My apologies for not asking first.”
“I really don’t see how that’s any of your concern. But, if you must know, I’m Troy Coppland. And you are?”
((I am so unhappy with this, but it's all that wanted to come out))
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Feb 7, 2012 0:54:05 GMT -4
Hatter couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction from the boy. He found it adorable but soon pushed that thought from his mind. He was here trying to make a friend and a business proposition NOT stare at the boy. Hatter didn't know what was coming over him (or didn't want to admit it) and so he tried to focus on what he had come to do and ignore these silly thoughts. Syrus T. P. Hatter at your service kind sir. Hatter stated proudly in response to Troy's question. And it is a pleasure to meet you Troy.
Hatter sat momentarily and thought if there was anything else for him to say. Finally Hatter spoke once more, the silly grin he wore so often never leaving his face. You are nowhere near the worst dresser I have seen. Some people honestly look as if they simply stick their hand into a basket while blindfolded and pick out clothes with no care as to how they look or if they fit. You could just use a slight perk up in your clothes. They are a bit dull and you don't seem to be dull in anyway. You have an adorable face and beautiful eyes but yet your clothes do nothing to accent your lovely features. I don't mean this badly sweets but if you want a date for the dance coming up, a flattering wardrobe only adds to the attraction.
Hatter knew what he was talking about but couldn't help but feel weird with what he was saying. All he could do was hope it worked because while it was true, this boy seemed a bit down and Hatter was a bit worried that this could end badly for him. One never knew after all.
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Post by troycoppland on Feb 11, 2012 22:19:24 GMT -4
Troy cocked an eyebrow as the boy next to him introduced himself as Syrus T. P. Hatter. And then the boy proceeded to tell him that he didn’t think Troy was a bad dresser, and that he just needed to perk up his outfit, and that he was visually appealing, and that he should dress better if he wanted a date to the dance. If Troy raised his eyebrow any farther, it was likely to fall right off his face. So, this boy thought he looked attractive. His gaydar had gone into full alert, and was analytically scanning everything Syrus said. He was sure this boy was curved somewhere, because while it was socially acceptable for a girl to compliment another girl’s appearance, it was considered weird for a guy to do it to another guy.
Not that Troy minded, himself being fruitier than an apple orchard, but that was beyond the point. What mattered was the boy sitting next to him. “Well, Mister Hatter, I’ll have you know that I don’t plan on going to the dance. It would be a gigantic waste of my precious time, and I really don’t wish to go with anyone. I will admit to my choices being a bit limited, but still, I wouldn’t want to go with anyone I actually would consider. Unless, of course, your endless babble is a subtle way of asking me to the dance. And don’t give me that “I’m not gay” stuff. I don’t buy that for a minute. I’ve seen closet cases like you, know deep down you’re not fully straight, but don’t want to admit it to yourself. Don’t worry, mon ami, I’ve got your back.”
Troy hadn’t talked that much in a long time. Normally, if he was talking like that, he was either trying to convince a mark he was nuts so he would have a better chance of killing them, or he already had them in his clutches and was trying to torture them by prolonging the time before their imminent demise. Either way, Troy enjoyed it then, but he really wasn’t enjoying it now. Maybe taking his meds had been a bad idea.
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Feb 18, 2012 1:23:32 GMT -4
Hatter looked at Troy and his jaw dropped. This boy was accusing him of being gay and they barely knew each other. Hatter, for once, was completely speechless. He tried to speak but nothing came out. His mind was flying miles and miles an hour as his mind tried to process what had just happen and fight the urge to say yes. YOU ARE NOT GAY. YOU ARE NOT GAY. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!! Hatter had never felt like this and he was in shock.
After a minute or so of silence, Hatter took a long breath and slowly began to speak, forcing these words out. I don't... I don't know what you mean. I am sad to say you are mistaken as I am not gay. I love to design and make clothes and I dress nice, yes but that does not make me gay in any way.
Hatter was thrown off his game and his silly personality had been shaken up. His words sounded rigid and off and Hatter's face turned bright red. He had always had feelings but he had kept them to himself. Nobody needed another guy in the fashion world who had interest in guys to ANY extent. Hatter DID still like girls but no one was ever supposed to know about any other feelings. This guy had assumed it (accurately) in the first five seconds.
Hatter thought for a moment, trying to get control of himself. He did find Troy somewhat attractive and he didn't have anyone to go to the dance with but he wasn't ready to tell the world his secret. Would he ever be ready? After thinking this over a bit more, he spoke in a hushed tone. If I were to say you were not exactly wrong not right what would you say? I would very much enjoy going to the dance with you but only as friends. No one else needs to know just yet. What would you say to this arrangement?
Hatter smiled a bit but the worry showed in his eyes. He had just entrusted one of his deepest secrets to this boy in the hopes that he could trust him. If he was wrong, his secret would be out in the open and Hatter would never be taken seriously as a prankster again. Hatter wasn't ready to give up on pranks just yet and he was happy with things the way they were. But he also very much liked Troy and he wanted to give this cute, quirky boy a chance. He was so conflicted that he sighed and placed his hands over his face, running them through his hair over and over out of nerves and stress. He had no clue what would come next. He just hoped it would all go over well and he could move on.
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Post by troycoppland on Feb 21, 2012 21:28:18 GMT -4
Troy considered for a moment. He knew that Syrus was a little bent, if you caught his drift. “Do not worry, mon ami. Your secret is safe with me. You are not the only one here who has romantic tastes for men.” Troy winked at Hatter. That was one of the things Troy did best: be silly. The others were killing people and confusing others. He was just a fun time all around. And he was certainly going to enjoy the dance, with or without Hatter. Dances were among Troy’s favorite places to be. Dances, parties, and festivals. Back home, he had been born on a day known as the Festival of Fools, when the streets of Paris were filled to the brim with bright colors and silliness.
“I will attend the dance on your terms, but only if you agree to a condition of my own.” Troy cocked an eyebrow, a mischievous grin growing on his face. “You allow me to dress myself, mon ami.” The outfit Troy had planned was quite an interesting one, to say the least. He wasn’t about to reveal any details, but between you, me, and him, let’s just say it involved a lot of glitter, and may or may not include feathers. He hadn’t exactly decided yet.
He gave Hatter a once over. Going with this boy really wouldn’t be that bad. He did have a certain charm, and Troy wouldn’t deny that he was cute. Not cute like the French boys back home, but cute like a puppy dog. In time, it would be a puppy Troy could learn to appreciate. Besides, Hatter had just confided in him that he wasn’t exactly a heterosexual. He hadn’t admitted to being homosexual, and only vaguely hinted at being bisexual, but that was enough for Troy. And Hatter was definitely gonna get some stares for going with Troy Coppland, the boy who talked to himself.
((And it sucks. So bad.))
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Apr 13, 2012 23:57:13 GMT -4
Hatter was overjoyed to have a date for the dance. ANyone would be right? No one wanted to go alone to a Valentine's Day dance... right? Anyway, Hatter was happy and he liked the compromise quite well. He guessed he would have to make do with Troy's fashion, whatever it was that night. And he would (although he would be critiquing him as he would everyone else in his head). "I accept your terms gracefully. I cannot wait to go now and I bet you'll look fantastic in whatever you choose. Like I said before, it was only an offer-"
Hatter was cut short by a very loud text tone coming from his phone. He removed his hat and pulled his phone from a hidden place inside it. "Sorry for this but it's a certain... irritable customer texting me. If I don't answer, she'll threaten to have my head. Sadly I already lost it." Hatter grinned his toothy grin, let a chuckle escape, than turned his attention to his phone. He opened the new text and his heart sank. How would he tell Troy and how would he make up for all the lost funds now. This was certainly bad news. Bad news indeed.
Hatter turned his attention back to Troy, the smile gone from his face. Well better to tell him now than try to prolong this mess. "Troy, that customer... Well she texted me to tell me that the dance has been cancelled. The shining start was double booked and the other party outbid us." Hatter dropped his phone into his lap before continuing. "I guess we don't need to go to the dance together anymore and I guess that means this conversation never happened. Oh well. It must be for the best. Anyway, I'm terribly late for tea. I guess if we have nothing to discuss I'll be on my way and I'll see you around."
hatter looked at Troy once more as his heart sank. Someone had finally figured him out and he trusted him and this chance had been crushed by some mishap. After a moment Hatter was back to his cheerful self though, trying to find the bright side in it. At least he had a person who DID know. "Oh and thank you kind sir for considering and for listening. Hatter did his usual bow to Troy and chuckled once more, his usual cheery mood returned.
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Post by troycoppland on Jun 15, 2012 22:44:22 GMT -4
When Hatter told him that the dance was cancelled, Troy was half disappointed, half relieved. It meant that he wouldn’t have to go, but also that he didn’t get to go with Hatter. This boy intrigued him, almost as much as he himself intrigued others. While most tried to avoid the crazy French boy, almost all were amazed by him. Troy grinned to himself, glad that he didn’t have to go out and buy all the feathers he’d had planned. He may be rich, but while he was in America, his mother had cut him off from Court funds. Technically, Troy wasn’t even supposed to use Court funds, but the boy was a bit of a klepto. What could you do?
“And merci to you, monsieur.” Troy smiled. He was brought up to thank anyone that thanked him, regardless if any party had actually done anything to the benefit of the other. His mother was very strict about proper manners and what not, so Troy, when he wasn’t threatening anyone or purposefully weirding them out, was always polite and the utmost gentleman. Hatter bowed at him, and he bowed in return. He turned towards the door, and not to be out-showmaned, did several flips before reaching the door.
Troy turned back to Hatter, a thought having crossed his mind. “Monsieur? Keep this quiet, si vous plait? I have a sort of, how you say, reputation?, to maintain.” Troy laughed maniacally before ducking out of site. He silently slipped into the hallway, his usual lunatic grin on his face. It had been an interesting day, to say the least. And he’d made a new friend, which was rare for Troy. Generally, his only social interaction was taunting someone he was about to kill. Having some genuine, friendly social interaction was a nice change of pace. And he knew that Syrus P.T. Hatter wasn’t soon to forget their exchange.
(Sorry it's so bad. I'm a bit rusty with Troy.)
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Jun 18, 2012 23:53:50 GMT -4
Hatter was frozen for a moment, unsure how to react to this whole interaction. His heart was beating sporadically and he felt a pain in his chest. What was this feeling. He was to young for a heart attack wasn't he? What a way to die, a heart attack. He had always thought someone would kill him off for being annoying, Victoria perhaps or maybe he'd get his face ripped off by a girl who didn't like the hem of her dress or his comment about her big rump. But this was a surprise and not a pleasant one.
While Hatter was pondering all of this, he didn't take the slightest notice to the fact that he had gotten up and begun running after Troy. He soon ran up to him and stopped in front of him, blocking his way. Hatter grabbed Troy's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss before even he was fully aware what was going on. Once reality clicked in, he didn't stop kissing but rather kissed more, enjoying every second of it and unsure if this would ever happen again.
Finally Hatter pulled away and blushed. I'm... I'm sorry... Please don't go? With those few words, Hatter admitted to himself something he had been fighting for years. He may still like women but this young man had stolen his heart and even if he didn't want it, Hatter would never get that little piece back. It was Troy's forever. Hatter moved over, giving Troy the choice to stay or go but his face was not showing his usual smile but rather a look of question and confusion. So much had changed with that one action and there was no way to turn back time. What had happened had happened and Hatter was overjoyed that it had although eh wasn't quite sure what had even happened yet.
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Post by troycoppland on Jun 20, 2012 6:08:44 GMT -4
Troy felt someone grab his shirt, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed against Hatter’s. Troy had to admit, Hatter was a good kisser. His lips were soft, and Troy felt himself deepening the kiss, much like Hatter was. This was something Troy would never admit to anyone, but for a first kiss, it was really, really great. He just wished it hadn’t happened by surprise. Surprise was supposed to be his element, and Troy didn’t like it when his own element was turned against him. He prefered to be in control of a situation, and not the other way around. Finally, Hatter let go of him, causing Troy to whimper a bit at the loss.
Troy heard Hatter’s plea not to go, which caused him to turn the other way and run. The Frenchman had no idea where he was going or what he was running from, he just had to get out of there, and fast. Earlier, he had called Hatter out on his sexuality, and now here he was, running from his own. Troy Coppland was such a hypocrite. Not that he’d ever admit it. There were a lot of things Troy wouldn’t admit to, and only four or five of them were deaths or something of the like. He’d admit to most of his illegal escapades, but only because he wanted the credit.
The biggest thing about Troy was his ego. Once he was sure he’d gotten far away enough from Hatter, he stopped, took a deep breath, and...fell over. Troy Coppland, always one for dramatics, even in a serious situation, and with no audience watching, to boot. He realized that running was probably the worst thing he could’ve done, because he probably hurt Hatter a lot, but he wasn’t ready to deal with the thought of someone liking him right now. Maybe later, but not right now. Right now, he needed a drink.
Badly
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Post by Syrus T. P. Hatter on Jul 17, 2012 1:09:05 GMT -4
Hatter watched as his first admitted one (at least to himself) ran away. Hatter felt used as well as naive. This young man had probably only said those things to mock Hatter and to embarrass him and he had fallen for the trap. Well he had made the mistake once but he would NEVER make the mistake again. No one would ever have to know about what had happened and he would go back to locking his other half and hiding behind his designing and his "masculine pranks" in the hopes of hiding even from himself who he really was. He would never get hurt again.
Hatter was thinking so many things and trying to work so much out in such a quick manner that he didn't realize that he was crying and tears now stained his face and his clothes. He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and ensured that his hat was secure on his head. He than ran in the other direction, completely unaware that he had left his bag in the common room beside the spot where this had all began. Hatter could feel his heart breaking, a piece of his heart left forever with Troy, the dangerous and yet delicious boy he had finally admitted his love to. Love at first sight did exist but rejection at first sight did as well and was one of the most painful things Hatter had ever experienced.
Hatter ran back to his dorm room and began drawing whatever came to mind as tears continued to stain the pages and the drawings within. As the minutes ticked by, Hatter remained oblivious to the missing bag with all of his pranks, books and most cherished belongings in it. He would be lost without it and yet he was so lost right now he didn't notice the loss as the time moved on and Hatter continued to fight his pain and loss and the sun began to set on the longest day Hatter had had in ages. He wanted to day to be over and it wouldn't end quick enough for him to forget what had happened, although he knew he didn't really want to forget. NO one ever does when their heart is broken quite so painfully.
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