[OPEN] Looked better with the lights off.

[paris moreau blanc]

" And they say, don't forget where you come from Don't die, holding on to your words Cause you know, that you got a whole world to change But understand who you gotta change first And I was like fuck that, humility bust back I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass I was just a little Shawty just hoping that I could find a bum to buy a forty for me and have enough for a bud sack Yeah, and I dance in that instrumental Unorthodox like ... with a pencil-"
The two were a curious sight, a gangly male with dark hair and dark wings protruding from his back. He was sitting next to a brown haired boy with a bandana, both playing guitar andsinging in harmony.
Paris couldn't help but wonder if the song meant something to them.
He focused back on it, then bounced out towards them with a charming smile. Both grew wary and Paris frowned.
"What?" He asked, his English accent thick. "Afraid? I don't bite." The thin male glared and got up, pulling a cigarette out and slinking off, and Paris shrugged. He smiled at the other boy. "You play guitar well."
"thanks.." The other breathed. He looked older, but sounded skiddish, and Paris huffed softly. These people needed more happiness than they had.
"Mr. Blanc."
The male's eyes widened and he stood and backed off.
Paris turned in the grass, biting his lip. He couldn't deny he'd gotten into some trouble during their initial testing, and had pulled a bit of a prank with a package of blood, scaring them to near death.
He yelped as the man before him threw a punch, ducking.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace could tell you he had a taste for a good fight. He always had. While his brother was the one that was covered in tattoos and looked like nothing short of a punk, this was the young man with a short temper and a taste for danger. He was bright and what one might call hot to trot-- didn't give a damn about his reputation unless it was bad. The bad boy type-- typical. Ace took something that had been hackneyed and beaten to death and made it something new, something better. Hell, he was the best of them all.

It was with long steps that he was moving nearer to the source of a guitar. From the pocket of his jeans the man produces a flask, unscrewing the cap with nimble fingers in the light cold of the day. He takes a long sip, feeling the numb feeling course through his veins moments later. It felt good, the feeling of everything no longer... feeling. Blowing a long breath through his nose, he grumbles to himself. Moments later there's a cigarette hanging from his lips, a lighter flipping theatrically in his fingers before touching it to the end and setting it aflame.

But as soon as the sound breaks into that of a fight he picks up a light jog. He rolls up his sleeves, pushing them to rest just above his elbows. An eyebrow rises as he fixes on the men, eyes caught by a blonde and a pair of wings. Blondes always had been his type... his eyes turn to something that's literally glittering. Ace feels he attracts enough attention on his own, but something else to bring him to center stage would be worth it. "Gentlemen." His gaze is cool, calculating as it dances over the scene.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris looked towards the male, yelping as the staff member grabbed his wrists. He glanced towards the brown haired male who was standing helplessly aside, obviously afraid of trying to help.
"You idiot," The staffed member spat. "You can't pull a fucking prank like that and think you won't get punished."
Paris sneered. "Want to bet?" He drawled.
"Don't...." The brown haired male warned.
Paris hesitated, gasping as a taser was pressed to his side.

He hit the ground with a groan, shielding himself as best he could from each kick the staff gave him. As royalty, Paris was used to getting away with most of the trouble and fights he caused.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace could say he was less than pleased with the situation. His posture is that of a man who could personally not give a damn. It was strange, though, the way someone else casuing trouble for themselves looked. There was a creature on the ground that could have been cute if not writhing in pain. Well shit. Looked like he was having quite the ugly time of it, here.

It was with long, graceful dancer's steps that he made his way to the scene of the fight. The agressor was someone larger, someone stronger. Without a word to explain himself he moves to put himself in the middle. Always the center of attention, Ace would want to be.

[paris moreau blanc]

The male that stepped between them gave Paris a chance to get up and shake off the feeling of the kicks. He knew he would be bruised, but smirked nonetheless. What did this guy have that gave him reason to jump in the middle of this? While the two were distracted, Paris bounced around behind the staff member and wrapped hands over his eyes and mouth, grimacing as his hand was bit.
"Ouch, fucker,"He drawled in his thick accent.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace knew an outmatched man when he saw one. It made him sick to his belly to know that there were people out there who would go after someone who couldn't hold their own this time. Still, as he engaged the larger creature it was strange. It was as if he was testing fighting ability. At the next move of the blond creature it was clear who had none. "Who the fuck taught you to fight?" It was a low growl in Ace's throat. It was starting to look not only would he be Robin Hood, but a teacher as well. Without thinking he hooked his keel around the aggressor's knees and have a swift kick, fingers crossed he'd go down and be done.

[paris moreau blanc]

The moment the other male kicked the staff's knees, Paris let go so his head struck the ground. He peered down at the unconscious doctor, rubbing at his aching side. "Bloody hell," He muttered bitterly. "Nobody can take a joke." He shrugged, eyes dancing towards the male that had butted in curiously, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace couldn't tell you why he'd done it. Okay. Maybe he could. He saw an opportunity to get some attention on his shoulders and took it. A good fight to get your aggressions out wasn't something he'd pass up ever. That and he was high as a kite-- Quinn had been coming to him for blow and he found himself more and more interested in the effects. It wasn't worth it for Ace, who would occasionally get profuse nose bleeds from the white powder, but it had its perks. The man was coming down from an intense high, and the idea of adrenaline exhilaration wasn't a bad one. The dark eyed creature cocked his hip, eyes dancing over the blond man. At least he was cute. "So what did you do to piss him off?" He turns slightly, standing with the wind at his back to light a cigarette. 

[paris moreau blanc]

"Ehm..some blood and a hospital bed?" He laughed, shrugging. But his thick englosh accent only made the words that much more comical, not to mention if somebody were to actually know of his royal status. "I thought it was quite funny. Not like it would have been a first dead body on the table, no?" His voice went bitter. He hadn't been here long, but his first week or two of testing so far had been enough to see how twisted these people were. What a great way to start a visit to America.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace can't help but roll his eyes theatrically. "You're either new or stupid, my bets are on both." The young man rakes a hand through his hair, tensing slightly. This kid... English, surely, from the sound of it, had no idea what he was doing. The Greek man allowed the muscles in his shoulders to tighten up before releasing not only those, but that of the rest of his upper body as well. "Come on, I don't want to be around when he comes to-- I doubt you do, either." The man moves to wander forward, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the ground and grinding it out with the ball of his foot.