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HOTS CLUB I MEAN HOST CLUB

Who: "Seth" and Voile and YOU
What: HOST CLUB
Where: AE13, on the bottom floor of the student dorms.
When: future-dated a bit to Thursday, 5/16
Warnings: Sexy Nurses and Contests
Warnings redux: dude tag yourself in

Ring ring...

Hello, it's me again~

How's business, pussycat?

Going very well, thank you for asking. That snafu with the production plant under the church put a bit of a bottleneck on the market, but it's not like that's a bad thing. I've already made plenty from it, so no fur off my back. All the chaos in the city is very entertaining.

Ha ha ha, all the better since everyone's pointing fingers at the school now anyway.

I hope you're just as happy on your end.

It is, isn't it.

Yes, how are they going?

That's still a problem? Ugh. What haven't you tried yet?

What if... what about that thing I found under the school?

Yes, that substance it was leaking. I've never seen anything like it before, let alone from a trophy. You still have the samples, don't you?

Yeah.

Oh good.

That sounds promising already~

Tell you what, since you've been working so hard on this, why not give me the prototypes and let me test them out? I have a few targets in mind.

It's Thursday; Graduation/Prom is still a few weeks off but finals are swiftly approaching the students of Smash Academy. Seth has been a busy bee, if not with ~~unscrupulous activities~~ preparing for said finals, then he has been dutifully making Host Club beautiful. More accurately, him and Voile have worked especially hard on this one to help raise money for those suffering from the drug riots and related violence.

Much like any other Host Club session, AE13 has been transformed into something bright, cheery, and very spring-like. Spring has definitely sprung all over the tables and flowery decor here. Food seems to especially be in surplus this session, with tables lining the borders of the room in a sort of buffet style. It's not just cookies, pastries, fruits, or snacks, but there is an entire table dedicated to those with a sweet tooth. (Most are actually not drugged but if you want to have shenanigans, then by all means go for it.) There are still some items exclusive to a menu that necessitate the need for a host/server. Alternatively, you could tell your host to go get stuff at the buffet for you, that is just as practical.

There's surely something here for everyone... and if not, he'll make it happen. As in, he'll make the servers make it happen.

To get this Host Club kicked off, Seth stands, in all his grandiose attire, and clinks a glass with his fork. "If I could have everyone's attention for a moment, please?" Once he has it, he clears his throat.

"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to this Host Club. Voile and I worked especially hard on it, so thank you for coming. You should know you're not only supporting our efforts but all generous donations and proceedings will go directly to victims afflicted by these recent strings of cruel violence."

"Did you know it was National Nurse's Week last week? I thought it would only be appropriate then to have this Host Club's theme be that of healing--Healing and appreciation for those who work hard to help others, who don't get enough appreciation for their efforts."

"Like poor Rhys! I swear he'd work himself ragged if he gave himself the chance. He needs our love and support, and, if I may direct your attention to our beautiful, charming hostess Voile," Seth waves his hand in the air and points at her, where a well-choreographed spotlight follows up onto the mini-stage erected in the room. "--really, everyone look, she is absolutely stunning in that dress, give her a big round of applause--She will tell you exactly how you can offer a healing hand."

HOST CLUB:
▷ If you want your character to BE SERVED, just sit them down at any table and start making orders.
▷ If you want your character to SERVE, as in you want to put your character in an embarrassing outfit and serve the people sitting at the tables, go right ahead. There are no OOC sign-ups. This session's Host Club's outfit theme is SEXY NURSE. Take your pick of outfit from conservative and modern to increasingly provocative. If you're a server and can't think of any willing/legit reasons why on earth they would be here in a sexy nurse outfit you can assume Seth more or less forced/tricked/convinced/blackmailed your poor unfortunate character into the act.
▷ ONCE YOU PICK server OR served, your character must to stick with it until this Host Club meeting is done, that is the only rule. No escaping, no sneaking out. Seth will CATCH YOU and make you CLEAN DISHES with a TOOTHBRUSH.

HOST CLUB CONTEST:
▶ If you remember how last year's Student/Faculty Auctions went and how the Pokemon Contests work, this may feel familiar. Your character needs to pay a measly $5 entry fee (which will be a charitable donation to help those involved in drug riot incidents) and then they can enter in any of the contest categories; Coolness, Beauty, Cuteness, Intelligence, and Strength. PERFORM your act of [insert category here] and impress everyone! Get creative, use your Smashing Skills and wow the crowd. If you damage the stage or make a mess, Connor and Flint will probably not be happy with you.
▶ As an audience member, you cast your vote by typing a +1 into your subject title (not unlike the auctions with the dollar amounts). That's it! You can vote as many times as you like, just not for multiple times for the same person in the same category (so no +2's or +3's or +9000's). You can, however, vote for the same person once in each category if they are competing in more than one. You can cast a vote for more than one person per category.
▶ Votes will be tallied up OOCly Thursday or Friday, and we will start a new thread to announce the winner.

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The anxiety was fierce. His heart jumped into his throat the moment Seth started coming his way.

This was actually an accident run in. But the fact he had been keeping an eye on them, it didn't matter.

He tried his best to keep his ground. Not be scared. He was making a statement.

"I don't...I don't trust you," Garry blurted out. "You're doing some rotten things so I maybe am a bit wary of you."

Then. What Mary said struck him more inside. It hurt a lot to hear that coming from her. He didn't turn his focus on her directly. He didn't care that she...she hated him.

"You think I would just leave this alone? I saw Mary up there on that stage...she's not well. What are you even doing to her? Whatever is happening to her is all your fault!"

That's it. He snapped. Garry's voice rose.

"I don't know what exactly you did, but from the way you're acting? The way things are going? This is you're doing? And you...you won't get away with it."

"On the contrary, I'm taking care of her because she's my friend." He barked back, snide and continuing to approach Garry undaunted.

"You could frankly, be doing better. But now look at you." Close enough now, Seth jabbed at finger in Garry's chest. "She doesn't even want anything to do with you because you don't trust us."

She would have been fine with Garry just up and leaving before. But the more he spoke, the tighter her tiny little fists clenched like she'd rather make him disappear herself. Her resentment of him was no secret, and the current confrontation was, in Mary's mind, only adding to the root of her feelings.

"Yeah, Seth's being my friend... But you don't like that, do you, Garry?! Every time I make a friend you try to ruin everything!! Is it because you don't have any friends?! Is that why you have to steal mine all the time?"

How she hated him! She'd finally escaped her life of solitude, and she wasn't going to let Garry do anything to make her feel lonely again.

"Don't put words in my mouth," Garry said, tone getting even sharper (especially when Seth poked him). "I said I didn't trust you."

Finally, he looked at Mary. The cold, harsh words sinking in. It hurt. It hurt very much actually. His brows furrowed and his voice quivered. He was yelling by this point. Garry can't anymore. This was...a misunderstanding.

"You don't understand, Mary! This man right here is a crook! He's feeding you with feelings like that so he could use you! Hurting Ai? Vianca? These drugs? This got you hurt Mary! I don't want to see that! EVER!"

Normally Seth would prefer to lure anyone who questioned him into a sticky web of lies and leave them to get tangled, but after what happened earlier today, Seth was beginning to like having all this power he'd slowly struggled and clawed for all these months. And especially liked finally getting to actually using it. He still had a prototype device in his pocket. Garry would look especially good crammed in it, he decided.

Seth backhanded Garry.

"You're the one lying. Since when have I ever hurt Mary? I've given her everything she's ever wanted."

Seth took another step forward, looking to shove Garry to the ground.

"You're. Just. Jealous."

"You hurt me back there," she murmured. There, of course, being the Gallery. For a child of her (apparent) age, Mary could hold one hell of a grudge, it seemed. It was just as unhealthy for her as the nature of her relationship with Seth, and both things were poisoning her even worse than the drugs and the poison.

She flinched a little in surprise when the hit landed, but a grin quickly sprang to her lips at the same time. There was just something so satisfying about it. She needed to see him hurt.

"Do it again, do it again!"

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Garry wanted to make things right. That was all he wanted. Keep Mary safe. Because having Mary here was a second chance.

He had no choice in the gallery. He wished there was another way. He had to make sure he did what he could to get Ib home.

He regretted it all the time, because he knew she was lonely. She wanted to leave. Even if it meant killing him. Which she claimed she did anyway. He was willing to put EVERYTHING aside. So WHY?

He knew everything. Everything. But he kept going.

Then everything just fell APART. Had he failed Mary? He just...just didn't want to see her hurt. Getting smacked and Mary rooting for it to happened was too much. But Seth was still wrong.

Mary, you were also a hypocrite. But he didn't even realize it. He was just hurt and destroyed.

"You're wrong. I don't have to be genius to realize Mary is not herself. She got into a fight because of these drugs and all these things you do together. Everything would get reflected on a lot more people than you probably know. She's just as much as a victim as those poor people you sold those drugs to."

He looked at Mary then...regardless of whatever Seth did.

"I don't want you hurt. I don't, Mary."

Seth wasn't entirely sure what Mary meant by back there but he knew a grudge when he saw it, and he was totally going to roll with it. Feed off of it.

"You're too late for that, Garry. Didn't you hear her? You've already hurt her."

One freckled backhand lead to another, only this time Seth couldn't stop--nay, made no effort to stop--his sharp feline nails from popping out, looking to gouge whatever flesh or clothes they might snag.

"Actions speak louder than words, after all!" Seth sneered cruelly. Wouldn't it be nice for Garry to feel whatever pain Mary went through? His thoughts took him back to his balls, and how well they worked earlier against Shadow, memory fluke aside.

Yes. Yes he still had a spare in his pants pocket. He was liking the idea of it more and more--the only thing that would make it better was if he could get Mary to deliver the final 'blow' as it were.

"I think it's only fair that you know exactly how Mary feels."

With each sharp word that echoed through the courtyard, Mary could feel her heart pounding quicker and quicker. It felt the same way she did when she was afraid, but also when she was angry, but more than anything... it was something new and indescribable, repulsive and exhilarating all at the same time. If only it could be her hand striking that stupid pretty face.

She stepped forward again, stopping only when she was at Seth's side, gazing up at him in awe. "What are you going to do to him?"

With every smack on Garry's face, the skin became red. When Seth kept striking him, it got worse.

When the claws came out, it hurt too bad to scream. His shirt ripped, blood dripping. A claw mark now shown on his face that even though it was covered with hair...blood trinkled down his face like tears. The wounds might not be deep, but they bled. And they stung.

The force from the last blow made him fall to the floor, the constant force waning on his pretty fragile body.

Then when Mary finally got closer.

What are you going to do with him?

...He got scared again. He was...he was going to die. Right here, and Mary was cool with that.

Thoughts started to flood in, too many for Garry to muster and organize. His eyes swelled up with tears, pain finally reaching his features. Fear. Pain.

He failed everyone...

First, lower their HP...

"Well, now that I think he's been softened up..." Seth paused to daintily lick some of the blood off his finger tips, and pick out what little scraps of clothes were embedded under his sharp nails. It wasn't obtuse, or perverse; just an immediate desire to clean his dirtied hand. (That said, his heart was beating fast with sick delight. This sort of power went to his head very quickly.)

"I think you should catch him." Yes that would be wonderful. He truly loved showing Mary the law of the world--the strong perished and the useless perished.

"Here," With a still half-bloodied hand, he pulled one of the prototype balls out of his pocket and gave it to Mary. "You press that big button on the side, then throw it at Garry. Then he'll be yours to keep forever and ever."

She cupped her tiny hands around one of Seth's balls and studied it with wide eyes, forgetting for a moment the pain of the toxins seeping through her veins.

"Is he going to fit inside?"

Her toy box back in her private fabricated world had also been much bigger on the inside than it was outside, but she'd never seen anything in this world that was able to manipulate space like that. She wondered just how big it would be in there... But she didn't want to catch herself. It was for Garry.

She held her thumb down on the button, staring at Garry for a long moment. Her expression was entirely unreadable, like there wasn't one there at all. Like she wasn't there at all.

She threw the ball right at his head.

Hers to keep. Hers to throw away if she wanted.

Blackness.

That was all Garry saw. One moment he was trying to absorb what any of that meant what Seth and Mary were doing. Garry started to silently weep before Mary then threw the thing at him like it was easy. He was so sure he was doomed, with whatever that was. The darkness that surrounded him a few seconds after didn't seem to invoke too much more out of him.

That he had went through so much pain in the past few minutes that he was unsure how to dish out anymore.

Trapped. He didn't feel dead, but what did death feel like?

Unsure of the circumstances gave him not much fight once captured. The ball probably wiggled a little just to express really that there was a thing inside.

Then the light went out.

Mary's Pokedex updated.

~~Painter Type... wait....~~

Ah, a successful capture. From the crevice running circumferential around the ball, a heinous purple mist/gelatinous-like substance oozed out. It congealed into a puddle then rose and gave shape to Garry's exact form, wounds and all perfectly in place.

Seth walked over to retrieve the ball, giving Garry a kick while he was down for fun. His perfect copy body looked to be out cold. Who knew when "he" would wake up again, or if he'd have memory failings of his encounter like Shadow did, but either way the deed was done. Perfectly done.

"Mary, I want you to listen to me carefully."

He put the ball in her hand.

"Garry is actually inside of here. What you see on the ground is like a doll. He looks like Garry and talks like Garry and sounds like Garry. Just like the real thing."

She stepped back from the mist with a surprised squeak, her face plastered with an expression of both fear and confusion.

"So there's... two Garrys?" What was the point in that? She kept one and let the other one just go around being the same as ever? That was the worst plan she'd ever heard.

Hearing that fear and confusion, he softened his voice as best he could--as soft as someone who had literal and figurative blood on his hands.

"Technically, yes. But this one really is like a doll. If you tell him to get up, he'll get up. If you tell him to sing and dance and play with you, he will. He'll do anything you want, Mary."

He clasped his hand over hers holding the ball, and stared at her with those slitted ruby red eyes of his.

"As long as you keep the real Garry in here." Then he quickly added, "You must keep him secret, and never let him out."

She did like dolls...

Mary turned the ball over and over in her hands, her gaze flitting between that and the fake Garry on the ground. "As long as the real one stays in here... You said this one will do anything I want, right?"

A small smile crept its way onto her face as she considered the possibilities. Most important of all was the fact that a Garry would exist who she could trust to never tell anyone what she was.

"I'll keep him a secret forever."

"That's right." He answered, and patted the little girl on her head... which he subtly turned into a petting motion to try and wipe some more of the blood off on her.

"Forever."

This was definitely the part where ominous music played and thunder rolled in the distance despite the weather being nice otherwise. While an evil laugh might have been a nice touch, Mary yawned instead. The thrill of watching Garry be beaten was wearing off, and she was back to being just as sluggish as before.

"Forever," she repeated, looking content even through the exhaustion. She liked that word when it was attached to ideas that appealed to her. Being together with someone forever, having her own personal pocket Garry forever, and ever and ever. Her head tilted back a bit, chin jutting in the direction of the copy. "Are we going to leave that one here?"

He gave a quick, uncaring look back at the body on the ground.

"Yes, I'll put in an anonymous call the custodian. It's his job to clean up messes like this anyway. He'll wake up and probably won't remember a thing."

Then he put a hand on her shoulder "Come--" and started to nudge her away, not wanting either of them to be in the vicinity any longer that necessary.

"You look positively exhausted from all this excitement." Or from the poison. "Let's go get cleaned up, shall we?"

She all too willingly drifted in the direction Seth pushed her, letting out another big, almost cartoonishly exaggerated yawn.

"Okay..."

Too tired to even insist on a bath made of 10% water and 90% bubbles.

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HOTS CLUB I MEAN HOST CLUB

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itt: I can't take balls seriously, even in context.

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Time to be just as mature as Kat

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTIu_wwxkQI

Damn it