What's Really Going On (OPEN!!)

[masinorimoriyama]

[W]Language, ect

Tagged: Odille, then OPEN to ANYONE who wants to socialize with me/us. It's a party afterall.

Masinori shoved his keys into the pocket of his black blazer and loosened the collar of his white shirt a little, while he watched Odille remove her helmet and fuss with her hair. She looked aggravated as she set it down on the seat of his motorcycle. “Hurry.” He whispered, starting ahead of her, he tightened his long black frock coat as he rushed to enter the manor. He was cold from the ride over. He had on black dress slacks and dressy shoes as well. The coat check attendant looked at Masi and asked if he could take his coat, “Hai…” He said in Japanese, and took it off in a rush. Odille caught up and her eyes were livid. She looked like a wet peacock, minus the moisture. Mostly she was just huffy. She handed her coat to the attendant without being asked, and looked just as arrogant as a peacock when she did it. He would’ve laughed at her, if he was the laughing type. But he was the type that kept his emotions in check around people…well with one exception.

As they walked past the gift room Odille produced a card from her purse and placed it amongst the presents, it was from both of them. She was his one guest. His one clueless guest. The room was elaborately decorated and glittering., especially the chandelier that hung above everything. Clusters of people were already there socializing, and a DJ was playing music. He went over to the guest book and scrolled something in Japanese, then translated it underneath and signed his name. People were eating from a buffet as well, but he skipped that, with one thing in mind first. He walked away, ahead of his guest again, over to the bar, and ordered. He surveyed the room while Odille finished signing the guest book as well.

She didn’t look happy, and he was to blame. Not just because he kept running ahead of her. He couldn’t help that, he was anxious. But he invited her last minute and left out a lot of important details. Well, actually he left out all details. It was just part of his nature, to be vague and let people figure things out for themselves. He didn’t like to interfere with their thought process, but sort of enjoyed watching it take place and being a few steps ahead of them. A song he didn’t recognize was playing, which didn’t surprise him. He didn’t like French music much and it happened to be a French song. Fortunately it ended quickly and something popular and American came on. So the music would be varied, that was good. It made being in a room of strangers a bit more tolerable.

But waiting would kill him. He was finding he wasn’t the most patient person lately. It didn’t seem like anyone would be coming over to greet him at the present, but there would be time for that. He was just waiting to be formally introduced to Mr. Beckett, and was a pile of well dressed nerves, thought most anyone would‘ve never guessed. What he needed was a smoke. He looked around quicker to see any sign of people smoking, didn’t people smoke everywhere in France? He couldn’t tell though and didn’t want to be rude. It was a very upscale get together, and he didn’t want to bring unwelcome second hand smoke into the picture. It was like cruel and unusual torture though. He was about to groan, when he saw an ashtray at the bar, and thanked the gods, promptly putting a cigarette in his mouth.

Odille walked over just as the bartender handed him his drink, and hers. Of course he wasn’t completely uncivilized, he’d ordered her one as well and handed it to her with a grin. He sipped his martini with one hand, and held his cigarette at hair level. His hair was pulled back on top into a spikey pony tail, while the longer layers still hung down his back and shoulders. “Relax, you look marvelous like you always do, and you can trick everyone into thinking your hair is perfect if it’s out of place anyway.” He informed his friend, who he could tell was still trying to recover herself from the motorcycle ride. Consequently, he put his cigarette in his mouth and fluffed his own hair, a bad habit. He probably did it every few minutes.

[elaezerbelle]

Odille was just about to settle in with a good book for the evening when Masi, her roommate, barged in. He looked awfully gussied up. “I need you.” He’d said. “Get fabulous and come with me.” She just quirked a brow and judged by what he was wearing how fabulous she should be getting. That wasn’t hard, she always looked her best, and was usually wearing something dressy. She picked a Marc Jacobs dress, something in more muted tones than she usually wore, but she didn’t want to look too ostentatious considering she had no idea where she was going. A party, and definitely something Mas had planned in advance but for some reason had just decided to spring on her. She did her eyes smokey and wore a very pale pink lipstick, and when she came out of her room a little while later, Masi was waiting and looked approvingly at her, then handed her an envelope to keep in her purse.

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but definitely not to be taking his motorcycle. It was quite a disappointment, and she didn’t know why she’d overlooked it. She tepidly put the helmet on over the hair she’d just spent a ton of time perfecting. She muttered curses under her breath, but Masi didn’t seem to care. Stupid asian, always had absolutely perfect hair. It just wasn’t fair. Perfect skin, perfectly proportioned features, and perfect hair. She just looked like a pretty little martian. She was buttoning her overcoat when he started the motorcycle, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. She hated holding onto him like that too, it was just weird considering he was more like her brother now than anything, and despite her flirtations she wasn’t a physical person. But obviously she wasn’t about to go flying off that death machine, Marc and all. Odille made an urgent mental note to obtain a car by any means necessary in the very near future.

“What kind of shindig are we going to mate?” She yelled over the roar of the engine. “Engagement!” He yelled back, “I can’t hear you!” She moaned, of course he wouldn’t hear, and rolled her eyes. They left the village, as she expected, and entered the city. She really just had no clue where they were going, and was a little taken aback by the posh neighborhood she soon found herself in. She hadn’t been to this area yet, and didn’t even know it existed. “Oooh, I think my cousin lives here…” She trailed off, referring to Elaezer. Masi ignored her. She wasn’t sure if he’d heard or was doing it on purpose. For the most part she loved his personality and thought he was a delightful scoundrel, but sometimes he got on her nerves when he was tight lipped like this, and sometimes he just behaved to inconsistent to explain. He knew she was a criminal though and didn’t seem to mind it one bit, so he was just peachy keen in her book. And he was from Japan, one of her more favorite places.

They pulled into probably the largest driveway she’d ever seen, and went around back. Masi was parked and off the bike before she could even catch her breath, and was already walking away while she was composing herself. “Who’s engagement party is this anyway?” She asked, and could barely hear his reply. That was probably intentionally done. “Amare and Gabe? Who’re they?” She asked, trying to sound out what he’d said. “Am…Amber…Caleb?” She asked herself. “Caleb Beckett?!” She half shouted, but Masi was already gone. “Uggghhh!” She groaned and ran after him, practically in shambles. There was a coat check, so she removed her taffeta overcoat and handed it to the attendant pretentiously, then took out the card Masi had given her before they left. She looked around and saw where the presents were being put, and set it down there. It looked a little insignificant amongst the other lavishly wrapped offerings, but it’s contents weren’t so. Odille was a great Illusionist, and used this ability to get whatever she wanted. She had large stores of that trivial thing called money. It wasn’t of much consequence to her, and Masi took what he needed freely.

After that she went into the main room and found the guest book. Now she could finally see what this was all about. “Engagement Party.” That much was obvious. “-Caleb Beckett & Amber Silex-” “Shit.” She said quietly, but out loud. She walked over, with long steps, to the bar where Masi was picking up a drink, and she looked at him with smoldering eyes as he picked it up, but they immediately cooled when he picked up a second drink and placed it in her hand. “You’re lucky you ordered me a drink, you git.” She said, then took a black clove cigarette out of her purse and nervously searched for a light. She smoked it and shifted her weight uncomfortably. She was glad of her outfit choice, she definitely didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to herself. “Relax, you look marvelous like you always do, and you can trick everyone into thinking your hair is perfect if it’s out of place anyway.” Masi tried to console her.

“Tsukiakari, what’s going on here? And don’t tell me an engagement party, that much is obvious…I mean, do you know who these people are? I’ve heard of this guy.” She said, blatantly implying that that was definitely saying something, since she was oblivious to most of the local social circles. He fluffed his hair and shushed her. It was probably his way of saying to shut up and have a good time. At least that was a sure thing. In a place like this. It was absolutely breathtaking. No expense was spared, even the air felt luxurious. She tried to loosen up. Masi had lived here much longer than her and knew what he was doing. Probably.

(Tsukiakari: Japanese word for “Moonlight“ and one of Masi‘s nicknames)