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| Maple | Sep 23 2017, 07:35 PM Post #1 | |||||||
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It was not the heat of his hotel room that was keeping Elluel up. Instead, the vibrating floor and windows and everything really was what the issue was. Having came to this hotel a week ago, in desperate need of a place to clean himself and such, none of this was happening. Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep and admitting defeat against his bed, the elf removed the sheets and got up from bed. Biting his nail in the dark, he made his way over the to window that the curtains barely just managed to cover completely, not enough to block the pink lights from dancing their way in every now and again. The planked floor was cold on his feet, it was a cold night. This was an winter island though, so he shouldn't have really expected anything less. After his lazy trot towards the window, he decided to open them, the sight of spotlights and lasers dancing around erratically in the sky causing the elf to simply sigh. Last night the music hadn't been this loud, but it also wasn't that bright and irritating either. The stadium was across the street really, he could pretty much see the entire performance from here. In hindsight, that was probably why his room had been so expensive, but he had no desire to stay in the seedy part of town anymore, not after what he was just starting to recover from. Shivering at the memory, he cast it down into the deep dark storm drain of his mind, not even bothering to give it a lingering thought while it whirled down along with the murky dark water of his conscious. |
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| Maple | Sep 23 2017, 08:01 PM Post #2 | |||||||
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As it was near midnight, the hotel lobby was empty. The secretary was no longer typing furiously at her computer nor was she filing at her nails. Instead, the cool and airy lobby was completely quiet, save for the rhythmic thumping and vibrations he could feel through the floor. It was really obnoxious how they turned the bass up so much that he couldn't understand the words from this distance, but could still feel the rhythm of the song all the way from across the street. The air was chilled enough in the lobby to the point where condensation formed on the quarts tiles, and turned his breath foggy. Such a thing was not a foreign concept to him, but he still somewhat enjoyed staring at his own breath, it was childish really, he wished he'd grow out of doing things like that. As Wild Island was very tropical, he had never seen a snowflake in his life before his departure from his tribe. Walking out onto the darkened street, he did not appreciate the bright neon signs or the illuminated bill boards. Frankly, they just hurt his eyes that were trying to constantly adapt to the darkened state of things. The sound of cars approaching was not near him in the slightest, therefore he did not look both ways before crossing. Normally, his ears would usually catch up to cars before the driver could even see him, so it was a non-issue really. Honestly, he hadn't thought of this before he ha made up his plan, so he'd have to find a way to sneak into the stadium without having a ticket. Besides, there was absolutely no way he'd pay for an annoyance like this even if he was aware of this issue beforehand. |
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| Maple | Sep 23 2017, 08:09 PM Post #3 | |||||||
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Not wanting the ticket master to see him approaching, the elf took a different route than what people would normally take when approaching the stadium. knowing that they probably had security guarding the rear entrances, his approach to getting into the stadium would be one aided by his fruit. It was either that or climbing the side of the building, something he'd never want to even think about in his lifetime. Heights were a deathly fear of his, something he didn't think that he'd ever get over. The thought of free falling was enough to make the young elf freeze up. Shaking his head, that thought had simply reassured his decision to tunnel his way under the stadium and pop up in some maintenance hallway that these kinds of events generally tended to have. The spot he chose to start digging was a rather inconspicuous one. At the end of a rather smelly alleyway, just before a heaping pile of trash, was a soft spot in the concrete. Through said soft spot, he could feel the earth calling out to him, begging to be mended at his hand. Upon catching the feeling and aura of said earth, he pulled it up through the cracked concrete, stretching and widening the hole and working the mound of dirt up and down in repeated motions to stretch it out. A few minutes later, the one cracked spot in the pavement had became a hole the size of a mahole cover. Whoever had a business here would most likely have to fix said damage, but that wasn't his problem to think about. Besides, he doubted that he'd ever get caught by someone dumb enough to jump in a random hole they found in the ground. Technically, that's what the elf was doing, but he didn't really think that far ahead. |
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| Maple | Sep 23 2017, 08:27 PM Post #4 | |||||||
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Tunelling was something that the elf never really enjoyed. He was not a brown elf, he did not like cramped and enclosed spaces. Green elves lived in the trees, but the brown elves lived in caves. Humid air was all around him, Elluel had managed to excavate the tunnel up to five meters from his starting point before he began to break a sweat. Thankfully, he had yet to come across any sort of pipe or debris, something his power would be able to pick up as a blip in his field of control. If there was suddenly an area he wasn't able to control, he'd know that spot had something man made and possibly synthetic. Sighing at being enclosed underground, the elf wiggled around a bit, even though he didn't really have much room too. It was saving him effort that he wasn't making the tunnel the appropriate size. From his calculations, the elf wouldn't have been able to make the distance if it wasn't for his currently tight squeeze. As the dirt rushed around him, the elf was really wondering if his plan was worth it. It's not like he was going over there to put a stop to the concert, as it was really only just Aswangs enjoying themselves, but honestly, the elf was much more interested in learning this part of humanoid culture, the one that had to do with music. Elves knew of culture, but really only the primitive pan-flute style melodies that would generally just be heard in a video game or something. Scrunching his brows, he didn't really understand video games, nor could he wrap his mind around how they even worked. Dismissing the irrelevant idea from his brain, the elf focused on the task at hand. Right now, he needed to continue slithering his way through the somewhat damp soil. |
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| Maple | Sep 24 2017, 12:15 PM Post #5 | |||||||
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As he approached, the dirt started vibrating with him. The reveberation of a synth along with a guitar was actually rather relaxing, if it weren't for his current location. Regardless, about five minutes later he was certain to be under the stadium. Now though, he'd have to find the best place to come up. From what he could remember of the floorplan, the tiles above him meant that he was just below one of the maintenance tunnels used by the janitors and such. Closing his eyes to prevent anything from going in there, the elf rocketed himself up out of the ground. It was nice to be up into the air, but the music had oddly stopped. Wiping the dirt from the crevices of his scrunched up eyes, he soon opened them, prompting him to swiftly know why the music had stopped. With a pale face, a dark-skinned woman stared at him with fear evident on her face. No longer was the crowd before him undulating with reckless abandon. Elluel was on the concert stage, and he didn't know what to do. It took a few moments of silence for him to say anything, but that probably wasn't a good idea in the first place. Given the fact that the music had stopped and the backup vocals were continuing without her, there was no backing out of this, no do-overs. Sweating slightly, the elf grabbed the back of his neck all the while blushing a bright and vibrant red. Shaking her head, the woman approached him with a stern look on her face. Looking back at the audience, she announced. "Well, this wasn't really planned, so uh, intruder, is there anything you wanna say before you get kicked out and likely arrested?" |
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| Maple | Sep 24 2017, 12:25 PM Post #6 | |||||||
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Suddenly, the microphone was thrust before his lips. Hesitating, he coughed a bit to the displeasure of those who'd have to listen to his horribly amplified rasp. Blushing even more, he grabbed onto the microphone for dear life before beginning his spiel, this would be a night that nobody would forget for sure, especially not the elf at the center of it. If he were to have a list of his most embarrassing moments, this would be one of them for sure. Nothing could compare about the sight of thousands looking down at you while you made a fool out of yourself. Audibly licking his lips, the elf was quick to say something. "Um, h-hi! I'd just like to say that I'm a real big fan of your music and that I think it's wonderful what's going on here, but I simply just took a wrong turn. I uh, could go back down into the hole if you'd like." Before the crowd could react, the woman let out a deep laugh before slapping him on the back. The touch made him jolt upright, was that an expression of laughter or a mean-spirited attempt to cause pain? Knowing that he was currently under the gaze of thousands, he decided against plastering a disapproving and unsure look on his face. Instead, he blinked a bit harder than usual. The feeling of being threatened overwhelmed the elf, causing his ears to swivel back and arch down. Would it have been possible for him to just sprout wings and fly away? Desperately, he wanted to do this, escape the thousands of eyes staring and mauling into his soul. |
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| Maple | Sep 24 2017, 12:52 PM Post #7 | |||||||
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Shaking her head with slight annoyance, the woman replied, restraint evident in her tone. Her outfit was flashy, a wide assortment of pinks, yellows and blues decorating her skintight jumpsuit. It really left nothing to the imagination, given her a body that many would have considered to die for. A zipper on the front of her suit was unzipped to the point where her cleavage was on display, but not in a way that was too indecent for a general audience. Elluel was taking notes on how to properly show off cleavage without needing to dress like a nun, his zoan forms were always a bit indecent in pretty much every way. "Well, how about we continue our song right? Now, what's your name sweetie?" Could someone track him down with a name? Possible, so he'd go with a pseudonym for now. Humming slightly, the man responded. "I'm Elljay, how about you?" Waving her hand dismissively, her tone was amused. "Oh honey, I'm Cookie. Nice to meet you Elljay. Now, to all my hoes out there, if you like them big snakes, the large and thick reptiles, this one's for you!" The bass crept up around them, and the elf only really understood half of what the woman was saying. She said something about hoes and number twos. Was she talking about farm tools and numbers? Unlikely, it was more than probable that she was using slang or making a few pop culture references. Regardless, they had went completely over his head. In a series of repeated motifs, the electronic string music pulsated up and down as the elf felt the vibrations in his bones. The singer was bopping her head and swaying her hips rhythmically. Edited by Maple, Sep 24 2017, 12:53 PM.
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| Maple | Sep 24 2017, 01:09 PM Post #8 | |||||||
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Honestly, Elluel was getting a bit too into the music. She was singing about snakes and how her man was rich and buying her clothing and all that jazz. Sure, it was better than how he was describing it, but this was a music style he had never heard before. The song was spoken instead of sung, it was also rather explicit with the main motif being something to do with the behind of a woman. The fans in the stadium were pretty much singing along with the song, lending the performer to get more into her dance routine. There was a chair on the stage, facing the audience. As she bent over it, she began to do a gyrating dance move that resulted in the fatty tissue of her Gluteus Maximum wobbling around. "Don't want none unless you got buns hun!" Now, the woman was motioning him over to start doing the same. Unsure, he thought about it before deciding to fuck it and go along with what the woman wanted. Knowing that the audience was more than likely to appreciate the provocative dance when done by a woman, he quickly turned into his half-zoan form without making it that big of an issue. It was likely that his transformation was caught on video along with the jumbo screen, but he didn't really care. As the rapper appraised his new busty and curvy form, she started sitting up and down on the chair with a similar wiggle to earlier. |
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