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I like this section. Dylan is pretteh. :D
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond
“I don’t know how to feel about this,” he admitted when Selan finished up with his makeup. He sat stiff backed as she gave him a smile, obviously meant to be comforting. She then moved on to Marcus, leaving him to slowly get to his feet. The dress was surprisingly tight, with the padding making him feel strangely top heavy. The shoes didn’t help matters, with the strappy heels having him rather unsteady on his feet. Where did they even find shoes to fit him?
He practiced walking while Selan, Xandra, and Aria beautified the other boys, slowly gaining confidence in the shoes though they pinched uncomfortably. By the time they were putting the finishing touches on Lucien he had started to look almost convincing. “Do I look alright?”
“You look great, bro! Um..bro-sis man!” Freddie said with a smile.
Dylan glanced at him, head tilted down so that he was gazing up through his eyelashes, taking great care to ensure that it was sweet, graceful expression. Might as well try to get in character. “So, ladies,” he said with a wicked grin, “are we ready to apply for our new jobs?
Goddamnit can't they make Quicksilver look good? I mean the DoFP one is worse but still. /headdesk
But still, Jennifer Lawerence and Michael Fassbender…I mean…they're so good! And the music is very good….
Ugh, it's one of my favorite stories in X-Men history. But I have no confidence in Singer. Gah.
Ugh, it's one of my favorite stories in X-Men history. But I have no confidence in Singer. Gah.
Hey I won't be able to catch up on the IC's for a little while, but I just wanted to leave this here.
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fucking fuck.
I mean damn it looks great but X-Movies you've burned me before!
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fucking fuck.
I mean damn it looks great but X-Movies you've burned me before!
Los Paraisos: On the Go
He was going to be sick. Clinging to the bro for dear life, Dylan had his face buried in the man’s back and prayed for the ride to end. Maybe if he wasn’t still hungover, maybe if he had ever been on a bike like this before, maybe if he wasn’t afraid of losing his grip and being launched backwards onto the hard asphalt. But no, he was helpless and afraid.
Then, suddenly, it all stopped. Dylan released his bro and slid off the bike, his legs like jello.
“You okay, bro?”
“Yea, just fine,” Dylan said, his voice devoid of all emotion. “Just promise me we’ll never do that again.”
“Um, okay bro.”
"Crimcrim! Boss! Miss Pretty and Doctor Evil and oh my omelets there are too many of you to name. Who's the target. Who do I distract. Who do I nab and bite and steal from and - what's the next step!?!
“Right, the next step.” The matter artist got to his feet, giving the bro one last comforting pat on the back. “Thanks.” Still queasy, he made his way over to where the other members of the Pride were gathering. Syed and Moira, as always, had different ideas on how to tackle the challenge in front of them.
He let them have their discussion, staring at the building before it. It was massive. It was a shining beacon for the wealthy of Los Paraisos. It was all white marble and glass, guarded by a bunch of men who could probably eat Dylan for brunch.
"...We use the back door?"
“There’s no way that’s gonna work,” he said with a shake of his head. “No, but didn’t Freddie say that there was some kind of pass to get in? Is there anyway we can get one of those?”
He really wished they had taken some time to discuss the plan of attack before arriving. Yes Estelle and Josette were taken, but that just meant they had to be more careful! They had to be smart about this.
“Or maybe we can find some clothes like the security guards have and pretend to be them!”
Yeah guys, sorry for my…radio silence here, but I've never been the chattiest person, especially when it comes to forum discussions. I dunno, I guess I don't like typing up big paragraph posts to talk cause I'd rather just say a sentence then wait for a response, you know? When I log on here and see that all of you have posted like 3 or 4 paragraphs I'm like "Damn, how do they do it?" But I'll try to be more communicative.
My weekend has actually been pretty good so far. Nice, relaxing, getting some shit done. But guys, what's a MOT? I have no idea lol.
My weekend has actually been pretty good so far. Nice, relaxing, getting some shit done. But guys, what's a MOT? I have no idea lol.
Los Paraisos: La Macabaret
Dylan stared at the screen, his attention immediately captivated by the video before him. On one level it was a purely technical fascination - how did they do such a thing? - but on another it was the performance. Don and Selan was truly amazing together, the performance something that he knew would be talked about for ages to come. Even the engagement, though he was sure that it wouldn’t really last, was touching.
Ken seemed to agree, begging Selan to marry Don. Dylan smiled and shook his head. It wasn’t his business, but at least he knew more about what happened last night. As he tried to piece it all together, wondering if they had been at the strip club or the show first, his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the waiter from last night.
“Big Sis… Big Sis has been KIDNAPPED!!”
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!”
“Wait, Josette?” Dylan asked, concern in his face. Yes the girl scared him, but they still had to save her. “We have to do something. It’s what Guilders do! Do you know anything else, bro? Who was the last to see her? And what should we do with this baby?”
Guys. Guys. Why do we keep breaking up into smaller and smaller groups? We should stay together!
Los Paraisos: La Macabaret
Dylan sighed at Don’s - scratch that, “Crimson Justice’s” - greeting of another old bro of his. Just how many of them were there? Apparently Don just bro-ed out with everyone, just his normal state of being. And here he was thinking he had been special this whole time. “I’m going to check on the girls,” he said with a huff before stalking over to the bathroom.
“Hey, girls, anyone in there?” he asked before slowly nudging the door open. Peering inside, he only saw Selan and Trixie. “Thank Aislin!” he muttered as he entered the ladies room. “Why did you run off like that, Wonder Girl?”
Then he saw the waterlogged uzi. Had that been in the toilet? Trixie looked distraught, and Selan was confused, staring at a piece of paper and Dylan just found himself not caring. “Listen, girls, I think we might have stumbled on a lead, so come on. Remember those...moving pictures we saw when first arrived here? They may have gotten some of last night’s show, and I don’t think Don’s gonna even think to ask of that so...” He gestured vaguely at them to exit. “Follow me.”
Without even waiting for a response he turned and led them back to the Production room, bouncing the baby as he went.
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