Come out and Play [Magena]

[emille]

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[/size]t God knows what time, the ginger-haired, bum Alpha opened his single emerald eye, groaning in a perplexed manner. He asked himself if he even had the strength to get up, feeling a heavy migraine setting in. Obviously, he was hung over. This wasn't the first time, of course. And in fact, it was well over the thousandth. Emille couldn't keep track of how many times he's been drunk or hung over, which led to some gaps in his memory- having so many nights he couldn't remember for the life of him. His hand grazed over his right eye, or, better said, lack of eye. His eyepatch wasn't on, meaning he set it somewhere before he'd collapsed on the floor beside his bed. Emille felt around, grabbing at the bed frame to force himself to sit up. His orange-colored hair was tied up in a mess of a ponytail, looking scraggly and unkept. As was a usual first in the morning, the half-awake Alpha patted in his pockets, searching eagerly for his familiar, favored pack of smokes. A lot of people complained about his smoking habits- heavy smoker and chain smoker were both understatements when it came to Emille's cigarette smoking. Not only was he hooked on the nicotine, but the warmth and light of the cigarettes he smoked, kept him healthy. He had been surviving longer than he had figured he would; and he gave credit to his constant smoking. When his hand patted down on the box-shaped carton of fags, he pulled them out, taking a single smoke out to light. He prefered using his fingertips instead of the traditional usage of a lighter, which was exactly his choice this morning. The next step would be to find his eyepatch; wherever that ended up the previous night was a mystery to him. There was a chance he did the responsible thing and put it in the sidetable drewer as he did when he was sober. However, during blackout drunken nights, Emille had often bartered it for things such as: alcohol, cigarettes, sobreros, pet turtles, new pants, and a whole bunch of other useless shit. In the past couple of years he had gone through over 20 eyepatches; including his diamond embroidered one he had for occassions with the Royals. Which was an eyepatch that had been worth more than most peoples' lives. What was important, though...was the eyepatch he needed now; just a plain ole black eyepatch, like usual. The other question in his mind was whether he was in the Wolves' mansion...or his own. It was hard to tell from the floor view, really. He glanced around, noticing a couple of details that told him, he was in his own house. His beloved mansion that shared its connection with Alphonse Morbeck's. A bit wobbly, he stood himself up, using the bed as a support system. Obviously, he had had way too much alcohol the other night. Either he was home alone, or Alphonse was on the couch, like he normally was after they binge drank for a night. Helloooo?"[/color] he called out, walking over to the door, pushing it open lazily. There was someone else in the house, he could smell them. And he knew the scent. It was incredibly familiar to him, but at the moment his memory and senses were quite helter skelter. With another groan, he left his room, walking down the hall and down the stairs. The Alpha took a seat on one of the couches in the large living room; the fireplace still lit it up, meaning he forgot to put it out before passing out. Who was in the house? What happened to him last night? With a quick glance at the kitchen, he noticed several bottles of alcohol. It didn't take much observation to tell what he had been up to last night. There were rum bottles, whiskey, beer, vodka, you name it...it was in the kitchen, emptied and thrown wherever. He couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. This was so normal for him, it was hardly a surprise to him that the kitchen was like that when he had awoken. He lifted his nose to the air, sniffing once more to catch the scent of whoever else was in the house. Familiar, still. But with his hang over, he wasn't even going to bother sitting there and thinking about it. Whoever it was would wake up sooner or later; and he'd be waiting.

Notes: Random burst of Emille muse, hope ya didn't mind?[/color][/div]

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[magena]

This must have been how vampires felt when they awoke, having slept like the dead. It seemed she had definitely passed out cold and couldn’t remember anything. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep or why she had opted to sleep on a couch rather than the comfy looking bed not too far away. She frowned as she looked around but closed her eyes again. Magena slowly turned onto her side and curled herself into a ball under the sheet, gently hugging her tail for more warmth. She wasn’t ready to get up yet. It still seemed to early, even though in reality it wasn’t. She turned and tossed for a few more minutes before realizing she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep. A pity it was. Her eyes opened just a smidge, only seeing her toes peeking out from under the blanket. The Beta lazily propped herself up against one of the armrests. Her head felt heavy, a headache slowly coming on. Her eyes were still shut as she scratched behind her ear. Her hand went from her ear to her hair. She left the rat’s nest that must have been created during the night. Magena began combing her fingers through her hair, finally taking a good look around her surroundings. A small bit of light seeped in from the door ajar adjacent to her. The room was really nice. Couch, dresser, bed, so on and so forth.

Magena was surprised and relieved to find her bag sitting on the bed. She got up and walked over to it, looking through it to see all her belongings still inside. This was a sign. A sign she had meant to come here, wherever “here” was, because she brought everything. Out of nowhere Magena heard a faint hello. Her tail began to wag a bit, the voice was familiar but she couldn’t hear it well enough to figure out who it was. She tried to catch their scent but her nose was too stuffed up to smell anything. She rubbed her nose and made her way to the door. Surprisingly, Magena couldn’t remember much of what went on last night. The last thing she did remember was going out for a mid-afternoon hunt, taking down a delicious boar, and that was it. Obviously the fastest way to figure out what was going on was to find the person behind the voice.

Magena popped her head out and quickly looked around. A hallway. Interesting. She could tell she was in a home rather than an inn or something else of that manner. The place almost reminded her of the Wolf’s Den, but definitely wasn’t. She could tell. Magena opened the door and walked outside. She had to shield her eyes from the bright light she walked into. She turned to the right and saw a staircase. Might as well investigate.

The Beta walked down the stairs, one hand on the railing to keep her balance. She saw the red-haired Alpha sitting on the couch with cigarette smoke rising above his head. She grinned as she finally figured she must have been at his house. She’d never been here before. It was a pleasant surprise. She slowly walked over to the back of the couch, rubbing her forehead to ease the pain. She leaned over top of the couch. “Sooo…do you have any idea why I’m here or what happened last night?” She asked turning her head to face him, grinning slightly.



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Comments: Nope. Don't mind at all! :3

[emille]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] it seems like my eyes have been transfigured SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HAS CHANGED - THEY'RE OPEN WIDE but hold that trigger → Emille's cigarette remained stationed between his index and middle finger, the smoke still spiraling upward towards the cieling. He watched it lazily with his single eye, yawning (and spewing more smoke) as he did so. His head was killing him, even though Werewolves were less prone to headaches and hangovers like humans were; meaning, Emille had had more to drink than his usual last night. Hang overs were a perfect hint for the Alpha- they helped him keep track of his drinking habits and amounts consumed. He leaned his head back against the couch, giving his forehead a rub as he groaned, tired and grumpy. Maybe the scent he had picked up was just a leftover scent from the previous night? He did have a habit of bringing home girls when blackout drunk, afterall. But his theory was proven false, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Emille clamped his teeth down on his cigarette, sitting up abruptly to see whoever it was. But it wasn't who he had expected to see; it was Magena, the Beta Female. His posture became more relaxed when he saw her, placing his cigarette back between his fingers (instead of being chomped on in his mouth) and he returned to slouching against the couch. Emille also had no answer to give her for her question. He couldn't really tell her what happened last night...because he couldn't remember a thing. The only response he could muster was a simple shrug of the shoulders, eyeing her with his one, green eye. "I wish I knew, Maggie." he said, blowing more smoke from between his lips. The only information he could honestly supply was: "We drank a lot; or, I did, atleast." And that was it. It was the only thing he could deduce with the given evidence of alcohol bottles and a ridiculously powerful hangover. Other than that, his memory was shot. Last night was a blank. As if it didn't happen. In fact, he didn't even remember meeting up with, or inviting Magena over. Meaning, he was stupidly drunk before she had even arrived. Last thing he remembered was lighting the fireplace, having a smoke, and drinking...a whole barrel of whiskey. Drinking whole barrels of alcohol never sounded safe, but in Emille's case it was actually quite common. Not too long ago, the Alpha went with Alphonse to some festival in a nearby town, where they stole as many barrels of apple cider as they could. It wasn't just "apple juice" either. It was loaded with booze. Usually the nights Emille and Al spent together resulted in stealing, drinking, or finding good prostitutes. It was normal for them; just plain dangerous and disturbing for most. And, the more Emille thought, the more he considered that perhaps Magena had come here to drink and "have fun". Werewolves were sometimes accused of having "wild streaks"- they just never quite exceeded Emille's. Emille's wouldn't be considered a "streak" it'd be considered a lifetime or a lifestyle. His single eye caught her two and he smiled. "Do you think we...?" was all he could really use to indicate that he was asking if they'd had drunken sex. He was known to be blunt, but he didn't want to offend Maggie too much. In fact, he had quite a crush on the Beta Female. He just didn't like to admit it. The only person who really knew of it was his best friend, Alphonse. Emille wasn't sure, but he'd be willing to bet that Al had tried to tell Magena when Emille wasn't around. But being stubborn about everything, Emille doubted she knew, and doubted she'd care. Alphonse didn't call Emille a drama queen for no reason- he really was dramatic. He took a final drag of his cigarette and put it out by pinching the end with his finger; he then flicked it into a nearby garbage bin and leaned back against the couch once more. Notes: YUSS! Hooray for muuuse~ this could mean danger ← POST MADE BY ASHTON OF ON THE EDGE

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[magena]

Magena lazily draped her arms over the couch as she rested her head on top of it. She kept her head to the side as she watched Emille speak. It seemed Emille didn’t know what had happened either. He was calm as he spoke. The both of them were actually rather calm for two people who had lost their memories. Magena wasn’t sure if this was a normal thing for Emille but it certainly wasn’t for her. She supposed she was taking this amnesia in stride because she was in Emille’s home. Anywhere else and she might have been a bit more worried about what had happened. But was it right for her to still feel so calm and collected? At the moment she didn’t think about it. She had begun to watch the smoke twirl form the end of his cigarette. She lightly blew, watching the smoke fly away.

“No, no. I think you’re right to say ‘we’. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up feeling like this before.” Magena wasn’t big on drinking so obviously she had never had a hangover before. In other occasions where alcohol was involved, Magena was usually the one who passed but had a blast interacting with the drunks. From what she had learned from watching other people, she definitely had the “symptoms”, if you will, this morning. Thankfully she wasn’t hurting too bad. Meaning she probably slept most of it off. That reminded her, she still wanted to figure out what time it really was.

She raised an eyebrow as Emille caught her eyes and smiled. Did she think they wh-…Magena’s eyes widened as she thought about it for a second. The aching body, the lack of certain items of clothing…She gave a soft laugh. Her tail waged slowly as she looked back at him. “It seems highly possible.” She answered with a grin. Her heart was beating a smidge faster now. The girl had a crush on the Alpha. It was only natural she react to such news. But she didn’t want to seem like an overly giddy human or something. She needed to keep her cool. Why did girls have to be such emotional creatures?

“You okay with that?” Magena asked as she walked around the couch and took a seat next to him. It may have been a stupid question now that she thought about it. It was no surprise to the Beta that Emille had his fair share of partners. She had been around him long enough to know. But the last thing she wanted was to be considered just another lay for him. But she had no idea on how to change that if he indeed felt that way. “And I had hoped I wasn’t so easy.” She joked with a grin. “Too bad we can’t remember, huh?” she said with a grin as she crossed her legs on the couch. She had resorted to not making it too much of a big thing. Even if she was a mixture of anxiety and happiness on the inside. She didn’t know how he left towards her so returning things to normal between them was for the best. Yeah…it was for the best.



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Comments: Sorry it took forever! >3< Damn you school!

[emille]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] it seems like my eyes have been transfigured SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HAS CHANGED - THEY'RE OPEN WIDE but hold that trigger → T

[/b]he Alpha ran a hand through his lengthy ginger hair, assessing the situation multiple times through his head. She was right, after all. It was highly possible. It would explain the raging hangover...and the very slight aching in his legs he usually felt after a night's worth of "exercise". The only other question swimming around in his mind was whether or not Magena was alright with it. She had never been a drinker nor was she very promiscuous, opposed to Emille- who had spent a majority of his time drinking himself to a blackout and sleeping with people while drinking. That was how Emille's life had gone for the multitude of years he had lived out. However, he had felt a slight change ever since Maggie had taken over as Beta. For the most part, he had continued his lifestyle. It was just recently that his sleeping around had come to quite the halt. He would never cut the drinking down...he enjoyed it way too much. It had to have been the small crush on Magena that had stopped him from following handfuls of women (and occasionally men) home. The ginger's cigarette burned down until it was merely a nub, being finished. He flicked it into the ashtray near him and rubbed his cheek, groaning ever so slightly. He was used to hangovers, sure. But none as intense as the current. And as far as Maggie's question of whether Emille was ok with sleeping with her the previous night...he really was. There was no objection in the Were's mind. After all, he had been hitting on Maggie for quite some time. Though he didn't believe she noticed his intentions, he pressed on with them fairly often. She took a seat next to him and Emille couldn't help but smirk slightly, reaching an arm around to grab her small waist. "Of course I'm ok with it, Mag. How could I not be?" he said, his smirk still visible. His singular emerald eye traced the contours of her face, hoping for a positive reaction from the other. He couldn't resist smirking and smiling, and gently he pulled her closer, lifting her slightly to guide her into his lap. "I don't think you had intended to be so easy, Maggie. I just think you were vulnerable to my excessive amount of charm." he whispered with a grin, laughing quietly to himself. It was too bad that they couldn't remember. The Alpha felt himself playing tug-of-war with his memories, trying his very hardest to pull whatever happened last night into the forefront of his head. "We might remember it some day, y'know. Are you ok with that?" With another laugh, he gave her nose a pinch. He was highly hoping that at least he would remember what went on the other night. Whatever it was, it must've been some kind of good...because Magena had stuck around. And she normally wasn't prone to entering Emille's mansion. If they ever hung out it was at the Den; the mansion Emille had purchased for the Were Royals to call a home of some kind. Perhaps Magena had developed feelings like Emille had? Leading her to stay at his place? Emille mentally shrugged it off for now; he could get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

Notes: Sorry it took long eAe And it's dumb and shooort.[/color][/div]

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