Gannobei was a bit troubled today considering that she was slightly disappointed, and to save some entertainment, she even cross dressed, wearing her short version of her hair – a red wig – and partnering jeans with a loose shirt, not to mention, including her rubber shoes. She shows too much disappointment today for two specific yet childish reasons: (1) her being forced to wear on a dress – apparently the studio wants to see the girlish girl side of her, but she never approved to that, thus her walking away, and (2) she was not allowed to cash out much of her salary because she disapproved of wearing a dress. If one could think of it that way, it’s pretty laughable.
The brunette presented as a guy at the moment made herself walk on the Town Square, seeing the crowd. Behind her disappointment, she always felt that she is lacking something. Damn the editor, damn the director, damn the studio… She wanted to whisper that while muffling her hands, being all boyish (a trap, at the moment) and not lady – like. Damn this unfortunate day… “Ugh Ezio… where are you when I need you… or anyone else there…!”[/b] She shouted a bit to herself which made some of the people eye at her, and what’s worst is she didn’t care. She growled to herself again, while she walks away and look at herself in front of the stores. Yes, Gannobei is pretty childish, and that cannot be avoided.
She sees herself; at the moment, she’s known as “Gandere”, her genderbend or crossdress name since it has been one of her hobbies. This only happens occasionally, or seldom when she’s in the mood or upset of something. On this case, it is her issues with the studio. She can’t calm to that unless if she gets some sweets or two, or be with someone else at the moment. It is as if her mind is going to explode moreover when she flails to herself. Oh great. Sneering a little while closing her eyes, appreciating her current look, she walked her shoes and moved away.
Hate to admit but she was catching attention. Some males think that she’s a pretty boy and some ladies who passed by would even look at her just to check what her gender is. Somewhat this was amusing. It made Gannobei smile. Heh, I love you faces. Just to make it much funny now, she even gave a wink to those staring at her and waved her hand lazily, while proceeding to walk further, passing by the shops. She won’t stop until she finds something interesting, and something that can settle her mood to swing a bit normal.
The brunette dressed as a guy whistled quietly, only to find herself ending on a cake store. “Sweets… maybe I should…”[/b] She was thinking thrice if she would go in or do something else. “No, I think I left my extra money.”[/b] This made her quite upset now. Forcing her self to think that she was lead here by the certain ‘fate’ which they call as illusionary, she pulled her wallet from her pocket and occasionally counted money. To her surprise, the red head had more than cash than what she has checked. Wait a minute, when did…. She was quite troubled for awhile recounting again. What?! It must be… ah well.
She shrugged off, looking at the shop and pulling the door again, making herself comfortable to the seat. She shrugged and quitted thinking of where the money came from and all, now browsing at the shop itself. When she decided, she went to the counter, smirking after being addressed as ‘sir’ instead of lady. The binders were effective, yes! “Well gimme that. I will eat it here, if you don’t mind, miss.”[/b] The moment her orders were processed completely is when she sat down now, waiting patiently for her order. She thought that this might calm her down.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 666 omaigad TAG/S: open NOTES: first open thread MUSIC: T.A.T.u - All About Us
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 1, 2012 4:51:08 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]An immaculate voice rang through the town square, drawing hundreds of listeners to the audience. Up on the stage was a handsomely dressed young man, whose red hair stood out as much as his music did, his gold eyes looking in those of swooning fangirls. Beside him, a guitarist played along, keyboards behind, and a bass. He himself held an acoustic guitar, strumming gently the chords, while matching them with the lyrics. Coming from a strictly foreign heritage, it was strange and wonderful how fluently he could sing, or even speak, in Japanese. Mix that with the Italian combined in those lyrics, it was all the more reason for excitement. Onstage, the performer was known as Hawk. Behind it, his identity was kept secret from fans and friends alike. The idol had no intention of going public with who he was. After all, who would imagine that this same star was a teacher at a nearby high school? It was the same reason why Ezio rarely went on tours, unless he had taken a break off. Sure, it was tiring, but it was fun at the same time.
Bowing to the applause of the audience, the singer made his way off the stage, changing into street clothes hurriedly together with his bandmates. Within the next five minutes, they had blended into the crowd, with their manager as a scapegoat, using the lie that they were resting in the trailer to prevent anyone from meeting them. Ezio normally performed alone, but this time, a band had request for him to feature in one of their songs as a lead singer. It would definitely help them to have someone like him; while based in Namimori, Ezio’s reputation had spread across Japan and even to other parts of the world. As for the band, they were popular in Japan, but they wanted to do expand their horizons and so had asked from him to help them out for the time being. This performance had been part of their tour, and Ezio was probably going to go with them for a while, perhaps for three or four days, so he thought he would take them around Namimori and inform the nanny and Gannobei that he wouldn’t be around for a while.
Walking on the streets, Ezio took the band around to see some specialties of Namimori (there weren’t really a lot), suddenly sneezing. Perhaps somewhere, some lovely young lady was thinking about him. Of course, Ezio wasn’t nearly romantic enough to think of such a cheesy thing, and continued on. The irony was of course, that a lovely young lady had been thinking about him, although not in the way that one would have wanted. Then came a weird vibe that something was disturbing the natural balance of the world. It was then that Ezio realized. Ganny was cross dressing again. Not that he could do anything of course. She was probably somewhere walking around, far away from him.
Just as he thought this, one of the band members pointed out a particular cake store, one that Ezio recognized Gannobei occasionally dropped by. She had brought back some cake once in a while and it was pretty good; Ezio had tried to learn how to make their tiramisu once, and had almost suceeded (it wasn’t easy). On that note, he told the band members that they could stop there for a quick stop, and then led the way to the store, opening the glass door with the ringing bell, looking back towards the band members, only to turn his head and see what else but a head of short red hair in front of him, accompanied by very much feminine features, a flat seemingly bounded chest, and altogether, his cousin crossdressing.
“Gannobei Garena! What did I tell you about doing this in town?”
Unconsciously, he raised his voice slightly, irritated by the fact that she was cross dressing again, and this time, in a public place. It was bad enough she did it at home. Yes, she was probably stressed out, but that was no good reason to… this was one of the things that unnerved him. [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Gannobei, who is Gandere Garena at the moment, had been a trap for many times. No matter how much her binders would hurt her chest she still kept on doing this thinking that her depression and quite mutters were far worst than the pain. How did she thought of doing this was simple – true that she was supposed to be a guy and her parents were all disappointed with that, but then she begs to differ, rolling her eyes instead. Being a very good daughter, she didn’t answer back. Aside from thinking that they wouldn’t hear her out anyway, she thought of giving up which definitely is something that would strike her down.
She waits for her orders quietly, only hearing something else at the moment. She thought that it was plain hallucination that made her blink those fiery eyes that matched her shirt and jeans, and that wig that fits perfectly on her hair. She was even sipping a special cup of latte since she was offered to order an extra, thus calming her more. Mocha and Cappuccino were a few things that can make her stature side quite normal, totally forgetting the fact that she was childishly depressed. She definitely disagrees with her being called as ‘child’ or ‘kid’ but her actions explains otherwise, whether she is Gandere or Gannobei at the moment. After all, two personalities and gender-bending was fun for this brunette.
Leaning her back at the comfortable chair, her highness the prince-ss closed her eyes again. Why am I feeling a lot nervous now… She half opens her eyes staring at the latte that she was drinking and then looking at the sweet yet innocent – looking maid who served her other extra orders. Just like fairy tale princes would do, she flashed a smile, her fake fangs showing while she charms the other. “Merci, misus.”
[/b] Her accent changed to shift Italian at the moment, trying to master different languages, to think that she’s half Italian and half English herself. She just hopes that she got that correctly instead of bowling out something stupid.
The red head blinks her eyes, seeing that her action was effective. She slyly grins more, seeing the maid blush while bowing cutely, leaving. Ahahaha, it was so effective… She wanted to chuckle a bit, but then she remembered that she was holding her cup of sweet drink. Anyhow, she continued to sip quietly with a manner, until she coughed out hearing another sound.
Yes, it was so familiar she trembled a bit. She almost went off her seat while she stares at the other way around. Oh shoot. Based on the tone and the accent, she already knew who it was: Ezio. He was mad though, or upset, knowing that the cousin of hers dislike her crossdressing activity, as well as Ryuu, though not sure if Amakusa would dislike it as well.
She brushed her sneakers lightly and sighed but the quite trembles were practical – thus Gannobei knew that this isn’t much good or anything related to that. She blames herself for anything right now, though she would probably eavesdrop on Ezio and nod fakely like a good girl. Somehow Ezio is her brother – like figure, or probably something special elsewhere.
Gannobei looked back cutely, trying to muster off a charm while dropping her cup elegant, more of a prince. “O-Oh Ezio… ah… ahahaha…”[/b] She laughed with slight fidgets, knowing that she was in trouble right now. I was wrong wishing something that I shouldn’t be wishing, my bad… now he’s angry! It wasn’t obvious though, but it somewhat sent some chills down her spine which was evident enough to the brunette with the short version of her hair. She tried her best to be all cutesy with him, even pouting a little so he can let this aside. Not to mention him mentioning her full name at the café, though eventually the staff there were addressing her as ‘Gandere ouji-sama’. Ah crack, this is a super fail. She won’t just explain towards the staff itself, but also to the mad cousin right before her eyes.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 686 TAG/S: ezio NOTES: ezio's scary MUSIC: T.A.T.u - All About Us
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 1, 2012 8:12:15 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]So his instinct hadn’t been wrong. What’s more, by the way that the staff was addressing Gannobei, it seemed that she came here crossdressed more often than he had thought. No wonder there was an unnerving feeling every now and then. Frustrated, Ezio massaged his temples. The lead guitarist of the band approached him, tapping him on the shoulder.
“Someone you know?”
Ezio looked at Gannobei for a moment, wondering what to say. Right now, Ezio was being faced by the decision either to expose Gannobei and drag her back for a good reprimanding or let her be so that she would at least save her face here. Unfortunately, she had already said his name, which made it all that more problematic. He could easily guess what she was up to here. Probably acting like a prince, amongst all of the young, naïve maids. Her domineering and sadistic personality held the stronghold here. Playing with people like they were toys; it was an inherited trait of being raised as an aristocrat. Not that embarrassing her here would make it any better. On one hand, he held the responsibility of taking care of her and making sure she was proper, on the other, he didn’t want to make her life harder than it already was. Struggling in his mind with the thoughts, he smiled, walking towards Gannobei.
Sure, he disapproved of her doing this, especially due to the harm it did on her body, as well as the disregard for her true lady-like appearance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as if she was going to listen anyways. It would go in one ear and come out the other if Ezio started chiding her again. The result was the same always. In all this thinking, Ezio picked up some things on the way to the table. First of all, a Mocha Latte. Meant that she was stressed out. Secondly, she was fully dressed for it. She had planned it. Third, she had been speaking in an attempted Italian accent when Ezio first walked in. She was enjoying this. The second and third made Ezio rethink helping her out, but seeing how she was liked by the staff here and her level of stress, as well as how much she needed the attention, he gave up. She was still his cute little cousin, no matter how much she dressed up as a boy.
“Ah yeah. Sorry about that. This is my cousin Gan…dere Garena. I mistook her, I mean him, for his sister. My bad. Sorry about that!”
He said it for the band members to hear and loud enough for the passing by staff to catch. As for Gannobei, he leaned down, still smiling at the rest of the shop, before whispering in her ear.
“You’ll get it from me when we’re home missy.”
Whatever reason Gannobei had for crossdressing, Ezio would have to hear it later. Smiling at his companions, he walked them to a table, before going to order some of the specialties of the shop for them to nibble and sip. In his mind, he was running through what he would be scolding Gannobei with when they were home. Forget telling her that he was going off on a tour. It was giving him the thought of canceling the tour, but he wouldn’t make it up to the band if he did that. As it was, he would make sure someone was there to take care of her. Especially her habits.
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[/b] his response to that suddenly made the red head twitch slightly, knowing that she would be in trouble, but to think that the male singer would cover up for her, she felt that he’s being nice… or probably not. “Ah… huh. Y-you’re still dumb as ever… Ezio.”[/b] She gave the fake smile some evidence, whereas she is going on with the flow which would cause her much trouble later. She didn’t even regret calling his cousin dumb to much agreement. She was amused with that though, confused if she would thank him or probably ignore him sooner.
The red head eyed at the other band members. So this is his band? Wow, nice. She smiled in a Cheshire-like manner, her fangs showing more also preventing to bite her lower lip, while reaching for her latte again instead of moving things away. When she was about to relax, the guy whispered which made her stun for more than seconds, gulping while closing her eyes. Okay, I don’t feel like going home anymore. she was primarily sure of that, knowing Ezio. Not that she’s afraid of him – it’s just that he’s like the head of the household. What do heads of the household do? They do the rules and stuff which this brunette abides specifically when he is banning or trying to prevent her from crossplaying. Sometimes she thought that he’s not even minding it because he allows her to, or maybe she’s just too awesome that she is a trap and she wins over the conversations most of the time? She was merely cocky with that in mind, knowing somewhat that it might be a bit suspicious. It was effective, just like what she thought anyway.
Being quite respectful not to waste her appearance, she looked at the band members who stopped by and gave her look. “Oh yea, pleasure to meet you.”[/b] She needs not to introduce herself much anymore, for the mad cousin did the job. She ignored his face again knowing still that she couldn’t escape the trouble that he is thinking or… much worst, another one of those punishments. The red head made it best not to think of it anymore at the moment, not to waste the look and attire.
She looked at the other maids and quickly snapped one of her fingers in a very majestic manner, moving one finger while she eyes at her. “Bring us your menu here, dear miss. I have other special guests sharing my table.”[/b] Her acting as a guy was no flaw, though she completely fails being a girl. Too bad she never realized that she was getting part girlish whenever she gets giddy and excited in an unconscious manner.
Because she realized that she’s at fault here, she decided to play it perfect. While the maid gives off the menu on her hands, she gave her a smile while sending her away in the nicest manners and sat again properly, not to make herself embarrassed. She looked at the other separate menu since she is needing another extra order, or using it to hide her face from them in a not very obvious way. Ah crap. She kept silent after talking to them in a minimal manner somehow.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 600 TAG/S: ezio NOTES: ezio's scary MUSIC: T.A.T.u - All About Us
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 2, 2012 3:11:06 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]A small twitch came over Ezio as Gannobei went with the flow of the act. She was definitely making the best use of it. Mustering up enough nerve… he was already thinking of the suitable punishments for her. Oh, there were so many things that he could do, but his mind settled on one. One that she would despise from her very core. A smug grin stretched across his face as he thought about it. There was a certain haughtiness to her at times like this, and he sincerely hoped that she would at least be respectful.
“Yes silly me.”
He knew that she was avoiding his face even more than usual. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to notice that. She knew she was in big trouble. Luckily for her, Ezio had no intention of embarassing her in the public, especially not in front of the band or the staff of the store. It also occurred to him that she had been eyeing the members of the band. True, they were all what one would call ‘pretty boys’, but Ezio was keeping an eye on her. There wouldn’t be any messing around on his watch. Her little cocky attitude would fade as soon as Ezio had his way with her, but until then, he would be a good host for the band.
“Hey, your cousin is pretty cute. Too bad he isn’t a girl. You said he had a sister right? Maybe you could introduce us one day?”
Out of the blue, one of the band members spoke up, the drummer, and the rest of them nodded in agreement. There were two ways the conversation could go down. Ezio went the friendlier way; he didn’t enjoy others wanting to flirt with Gannobei, especially since he knew that she had a boyfriend, but in the end…
“Hmm… I’ll think about it. I might just want to keep her for myself you know?”
Hiding his true feelings with a grin, Ezio proceeded to order a menu from one of the maids, who blushed at the sight of him, and when he smiled at her, it was almost as if he could hear her heart beating. Fortunately, the band members weren’t playboys, otherwise this would have been more difficult to handle. Even so, most of the maids were blushing at the particular table where they were seated. Not the best idea, considering they wanted to attract less attention, not more.
“Ezio, you think we should get out of here? I’m starting to worry that we’re getting too much attention.”
The lead guitarist spoke out exactly what Ezio was thinking, but just as Ezio wanted to reply, he saw a bunch of fangirls looking outside.
“I don’t think it’s very safe outside, and the glass here is one-sided, so you can’t look in. Though… I suggest you make yourselves inconspicuous for a moment.”
With that, the band members looked out, only to see a few fangirls approaching the store. Alarmed, they hid their faces into their clothes, while Ezio stood up and made his way towards one of the maids. She was slightly younger than him, a bit prettier than the average girl. Placing his arm around her back and bringing his face close to hers, enough that she started to lean back, Ezio flashed a bright smile.
“If any girl comes here asking whether we were here, can you please tell her that you haven’t seen us? We wouldn’t want to leave your presence, ojou-chan.”
Ezio lifted her hand up and kissed it, causing her to go intensely red, before returning to his seat and nodding to her. Only minutes later, a fangirl entered the shop, asking whether five pretty boys had been here, to which the maid politely denied, leaving the fangirl to exit the shop, and the band heaving a sigh of relief.
“That was a close call. Now… who wants cake?” [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Really now, her majesty was keeping space not to get contact with her cousin's eyes. There was something about it that made the feeling look intimidating yet a bit scary. She didn't appreciate to that again, since she was kind of stubborn and hard headed. She winced her short hair brushing once while she closes her eyes, much of a 'hmf' for ransom.
What the guys said about her made her cough lightly again. Me cute?! She cannot avoid reacting to that for real, also hearing the next words of the band member. She slowly placed the cup down again after sipping the latte, only to stable herself and give a small fidgety chuckle to that. Hence, she was much puzzled. She knew that this would be really funny, and to be honest, just hilarious to think. Ever since she started crossdressing, people are convinced that she's a he, though when she stops being one and gets all honest, they would say, “Ah damn you!” in a very funny manner, getting them to believe that small thing.
“Right. Maybe if I have time, or should I think about being selfish for awhile...”
[/b] she grinned evily with that, which she mastered very well, perfect even with her own delicate poise. She has to play good with this anyway. After all, Gannobei and Gandere Garena is one person... and thinking of when they know that would make it much troublesome. Having Ryuu was already enough trouble, so as Sling that bastard, and yes, sometimes Amakusa who happened to reveal his sadism when it comes to being loved. She gave a small 'tsk' with that as well, but didn't muster up much on that. She just kept to her appearance which she is definitely used to – save letting see Ezio this.
Binders helped a lot, you know. Clothes as well, and the wig; oh yes, don't forget those fangs.
This is where she knew so much that she is in great trouble – but then everyone knows that Gannobei just loves trouble and even getting in to one; some of her cousins would simply quote that she's just like that naturally, blame her parents who started it. Again, it was sad enough for her to endure things like that, but she got stronger even more which she was proud of. At least she wasn't all preppy princess like the other girls.
She was starting to get hungry again, but then her attention diverted much to the actions done by Ezio and the worried faces of his band. She can almost chuckle to that, but if she gives in, she would be discovered. She has to play it fair nice now, not only that she got through, but also part thanks to Ezio for saving her butt at the moment. What made her look is the fangirl flood outside which made her cock a brow. There were so many ladies which she can flirt with this instant because of her appearance, playing nice as a playboy, but remembering something at the moment. She once tried that, but Amakusa got annoyed of it and somewhat gave her another dare. The hell... she was sick thinking of it knowing that it was one thing she hated, and knowing the boyfriend, she wouldn't have to say no.
Still, she thinks that it's a waste if she cannot flirt with the girls. She mumbled quietly to that trying to finish her latte in a decent manner. This was part of her crossdressing atture and look, but it's just too fun. Meanwhile while stuck in her small thoughts, she heard the words saying cake and things. She immediately raised her hand, more of a guy while quoting this. “Cake. Three will do. I mean four.”[/b] Yes right, the woman is a glutton for sweets but her metabolism is high and her lifestyle is healthy thanks to proper exercise and stuff. She nodded to that, seeing the other maids there chuckle since they were used to her ordering too much. Probably this is where most of her money is spent too. However, she would like to see the faces of Ezio's bandmates, which would probably drive her to another smirk.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
WORDS: 706 TAG/S: ezio NOTES: yep, she doesn't get fat MUSIC: T.A.T.u - All About Us
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 6, 2012 4:05:36 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Honestly, Ezio couldn’t understand why Gannobei did things sometimes. Okay, he did, but he didn’t want to. Her desire to be prince-like reached its epitome in this café. After all, it was a place to order and be served. Sure, if she was interested in the same gender, Ezio had nothing to say to that. The problem, or fact, was, that she wasn’t. The only reason why Gannobei continued to do such things was because of her upbringing, which led her to think it was fun, though subconsciously, embodying her guilt towards the fact that she had not been born male, as well as other aspects of her female life. The fact that she tried so hard to portray a man, only made her more of a woman than she would ever know. Ezio wasn’t a psychologist (okay maybe he had gone for a parenting class or two), but his basic analytical skills had brought him quite far with raising that child. No matter how much she hated herself, she loved the attention; it was a replacement for the attention that her parents never truly gave her. Her trying to get in trouble with Ezio was a supplement for the scoldings that were supposed to be done by her parents. Honestly speaking, Gannobei might have easily traded her life for Ezio’s.
He had really caring (overprotective) parents who wanted the best for him (which unfortunately had meant taking care of every menial thing in his life). Add that with the fact that he had been born male and was possibly more talented than Gannobei at a lot of things she wanted to be, and basically he was the personification of her regrets and deepest dreams; which was why he dedicated himself so much to raise her otherwise. As for the band members, he wondered what their reaction would be when they realized that Gannobei was only cross-dressing. Probably making advances at her again. Those who did not know… did not understand the severity either. Everyone who it was revealed to either laughed it off or took it lightly. The only two people who ever knew the truth behind it and worried about it was himself, her boyfriend and the nanny. Honestly speaking, he didn’t know where she could’ve got the idea, clothes and other things to help her, but it bothered him.
The fact that the girl loved getting in trouble was… one of her worse traits. It took Ezio a lot of patience to handle the child, but at the end of the day, he loved her as his own.
“Cake huh? Sure. Any suggestions, Ezio?”
A voice shook him back into reality. It was the lead guitarist, answering his previous question.
“Huh? Suggestions? Hmm… I’m not really familiar with this place.”
On that note, Ezio skimmed through the menu. It was thin, but the list of cakes was more than Ezio could take in at once. There was a section for French delicacies, German, English, and practically every country that celebrated the consumption of pastry dishes, specifically cake-type pastry dishes. For a moment, Ezio understood why Gannobei would want to come here. Then he remembered that it was more for the attention than the variety. Still, a girl was a girl, and that child had a sweet tooth. Then Ezio found it. A section dedicated to Italian cakes, and a little recommendation star next to ‘Tiramisu’. Ah~ Ezio hadn’t had such a delight in a while.
“How about Tiramisu?”
Just as Ezio said this, he saw Gannobei raising her hand. Wasn’t that much enough for her? He always warned her that her sweettooth would cause her to grow fat. She never listened to him did she? Sighing, Ezio looked back to the band.
“Sure. How about drinks? I think we can choose for ourselves for this one.”
Ezio nodded, and raised his hand, calling for one of the waitresses. Looking around, he found that they were all pretty cute. Not that he was interested in girls that were years younger than him, but still. Ezio himself barely looked 20 though, his youthful appearance earning him praise from many of his fans. The band was probably going to be flirtatious once more, but hey, he couldn’t stop them. And as one of the maids hurried towards them, Ezio couldn’t help but look at Gannobei.
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Gannobei liked these things in the hardest manners. How can one say that? Simple. She loves the hard part of being in the middle of trouble and confusion, to the point that mindfucking people would entertain her so much. Probably she got it from the Locwell siblings who would cling on her crazily while they have reunions, or probably because she is more of a guy, not a girl. She wasn’t used to mere princesses and things anymore for she was grown to this. The parents were happy, thus she is happy. This is some logic that she has to accept moreover in different terms, thus making her smiles look true but inside not knowing that this is wrong. Had she been living like a girl with full status of a lady she would have not appreciated any of this.
However, she thanked this life for making herself a wonderful yet weird brunette. She doesn’t deny the fact that she hated herself for being a girl at appearance but had its own advantages. She thought once of many things what would have happened if she was a real guy (which she half wants and denies not liking – the feeling is in the middle of her pendulum); she would have not met her cousins who would do those things, probably be a gangster and she would have not probably met one important person in her life who helped her and liked her despite the pushy, denying and sly-like personality of hers. She can just smile to that secretly mustering a ‘thank you’ inside her head. Then again, she changes ideas sometimes.
“Yeah some cake will do.”
[/b] This is how she works – totally agreeing at the moment.
So far this is getting normal yet quite convincing for her. She knew that staying back there on their villa would bore her to death, or would just let her and Ryuu be stuck alone which wouldn’t be… somehow a good thing. She can tell that already based on past but then she is not one who judges foremost. She thought of it the other way.
Her highness blinks her eyes looking at the band members asking for some suggestion with the cake. Being much quiet not to let the others know that she’s a female and probably avoid squeaking and being girlish unconsciously, she kept her voice low sipping last the latte. She pushes the cup away for a bit just to give her arms some space, while she hears the name of the cake. Tiramisu. Yes, that’s what Ezio suggested. She blinks her eyes to that. Why did I not suggest and think of that? she mutters lightly but evidently not punctual, so no one could hear. She let the big boys do the picking.
Oh right, speaking of big boys, they were all towering above her. She was annoyed with that secretly – wishing that at least, she can grow up on some inches and be a taller brunette, Gannobei or Gandere she would be, without the heels, of course. She didn’t need the vitamins for that though, to be honest, because she has a balanced meal and exercise.
Looking at the side made her sleek eyes blink slowly, just a bit surprised to see a maid coming near them. “Oh hello gorgeous.”[/b] Her tone was blank but the maid managed to blush with that, while she makes a small yawn and looked at the menu. “Get the gentlemen here some tiramisu and let me have four cakes… the usual order, honey…”[/b] she stressed that with some accent, seeing her nod quietly while carrying the tray and then paced back to sigh little, only seeing Ezio staring at her.
She couldn’t take avoiding very much already so she smiles with a grin. “What’s the matter, Ezio?”[/b] she asked in a formal manner. She was getting bugged of this already no matter what, that is why she is going to him face to face also, her fingers dancing on the empty cup of latte, while having her focus on the last drop.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
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Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 7, 2012 9:31:05 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Just as the waitress made her way towards the table, Gannobei intercepeted the young lady, addressing her with a very blank and monotone greeting. Not strangely, the maiden was still wooed. That was the effect of a pretty boy on most girls; not to mention the genetic inheritance in the family. It seemed that almost every male in the family, whether truly so or not, had an unintended pheromonal trigger on the opposite gender. This was so for Ezio, his father, his uncle (Gannobei’s father) as well as Gannobei, as long as she was cross-dressed. The converse could be told the same. It seemed that it worked on any party really, but had a better effect envisioned as the ‘opposite gender’. Heading back to the present, Gannobei had ordered the servings in stead of Ezio. She appeared to be hell bent on attracting attention. On another note, if the band members found out that she was a girl, he could only imagine the endless advances they would make on her, and the annoyances they would give him throughout the trip.
Furthermore, she had finished her cup of latte, and by the tone of her voice and the words, it was quite obvious what she was going to do next. His palm incessantly wiped his lips, going back and forth and over. It was a reflex action towards possible trouble stiring. He could guess what Gannobei would be saying and doing in the following moments and it worried him. In his mind, he was already replying her.
“What’s the matter? You darn well know what’s the matter! Do not do what I think you are about to do. You will not do anything. If you do anything, I will make sure you get punished when we get back. No, no, no. Don’t come any closer to this table. Do you hear me Gannobei Garena? Not a step closer!”
Of course, she couldn’t possibly hear that, and the look on his face did not betray his thoughts. A smile, without a shred of worry spread across. Ezio hated this sort of acting. It was like lying. Tolerating this was driving him nuts. To go this far for Gannobei… oh, she really owed him big time.
“Nothing, Gandere. I assume you are going to join us by what you’ve just said.”
Ezio was going to kill himself for what he was going to say next, but to his relief (and somewhat adding to his problems), the drummer smiled at Gannobei and invited her to the table in stead.
“Let’s make a bit of space for Ezio’s cousin shall we? He seems like a nice kid.”
If only he knew what he was talking about. Ezio frowned inside, continuing to uphold his act. It was taking every ounce of effort not to blow his top and scream at Gannobei in front of everyone in the café. She had better not trip the wire, or the bomb would explode. His patience was already reaching its limits.
”Well aren’t you going to introduce us, Ezio?”
The lead guitarist chuckled slightly and nudged Ezio. He laughed nervously himself before continuing the cherade. The deeper he went into the charade, the more distressed he was getting. It was a horrid feeling to lie to others, and it was even worse when he didn’t have a reason for it. She wasn’t helping by making even more moves towards them. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Ezio had to deal with the fact that she was cross-dressing, and the fangirls, now he had to make sure that the cover wasn’t blown.
”Ahahaha~ Yes, erm, this is Gandere Garena, my cousin from my mother’s side. Sh… He, is staying with me for the time being with his sister at my house, while their parents are out.”
Ezio cursed under his breath for almost exposing it. This was harder than he thought. His moral conscience was not letting him rest easy. Looking at the counter, he hoped that the cakes would come soon, but of course, that would take a while.
”So, erm, Gandere, do get acquainted with them. I’m going to leave you guys for a while. I need to settle an urgent appointment with the washroom and check on the cakes, so have fun while I’m gone.”
This was completely untrue. Okay, not completely. The latter part was true, but Ezio had no intention to use the washroom. He would not leave the vicinity as long as Gannobei was capable of causing problems to him or herself.
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God, she was enjoying the face of her troubled cousin. She is such a sadist hidden in a prince – like appearance at the moment. Her mannerism was with no flaw which makes it much better and advantageous for the woman, though the other was getting the trouble. Instead of her absorbing it, she would be throwing it up on him. Ah, your face, Ezio… she wanted to laugh and take a picture of it like a crazy person, but then she is in no condition to do that at the moment, since she was the one in trouble here. Good thing she was a good actress and the wig was not falling despite the thick hair that she is hiding. This is a revelation – or was it just the hair net that she just bought from an expensive cosplay store?
She snapped out of the thoughts since she finds it unnecessary, only the cue of her Cheshire – like grin telling that she was merely satisfied. Hell, she knows at the back of her head that she’s been doing things that physically hurts her and entertains her in another honorific manner, but still she held her guard up for more caution. This made her laugh mentally. Perhaps, she loves Ezio too much that is why she is enjoying the face he is making, or somewhat she thinks that being boring would just kill her and the household full of guys (well now, being the only girl isn’t that hard, just makes people think that she’s on an incest reverse-harem family). ”Ezio, I would love to see that face of yours… you can’t hurt me no matter what anyway.” Hell yes, she was confident with that. Just being cute and lovely in front of him will save her from punishment, though her instincts are warning her differently at the moment.
“Why not, my beloved cousin? Do you hate me already?”
[/b] the brunette was acting cutesy a bit, but she was still chuckling deep inside her mind. Aha, I caught you. She was too fond and entertained with this act she never realized how much she would get in to once she was with the band members and anything. She wings that feeling away, the barrier of confidence going on while seeing the taller cousin give a smile like that. Oh really now, if they were at home she would be laughing girlish without her recognizing much of it.
”You know Ezio, you will get in to mere trouble if you keep on saying ‘she’…” Another error she almost recognized after him introducing her. She wanted to think that way moreover. Again, this was much not her business but being exposed like that would be really puzzling. She fidgets to that and blinks her eyes more, smiling nicely at the band members while bowing politely in a semi – prince Italian manner. “Pleasure is mine.”[/b] She nods more for mere approval and proof. Well, she doesn’t have to worry about the wig because she bought it fit for her head enough, unless it would be pulled much. The clips might go off and she doesn’t want that happening any time.
Still, her highness was bothered by the word ‘cute’. She tried to accept that in any manner but letting a guy say that would make her psychological blushing hype up as much as one would get near her body. She was moreover puzzled with that now, instead of thinking punishment. Well, it was said anyway, and she has her own protection – probably acting at the moment with the right cases and avoiding mistakes help a lot. This is much better anyway.
She blinks her eyes to nod about that. “Sure thing, Ezio. Take care.”[/b] Even her diction and her way of saying that was not a fail, so she knows that she would be fine. Now, come to think of it, she eyes again at the band members wanting to ask a lot of questions, but makes sure that Ezio’s name won’t be put to false and everything negative. She was good with words despite the fact that she’s often loud and clumsy anyway; at least that is considered an achievement. She gives the same face she gives towards any Garena – related cousin, just like what she does at home, not spoiling enough thinking differently. “So boys, anything you want to ask?”[/b]
One thing is what she hopes: for them not to ask much about Gannobei Garena. Though she is playing as Gandere Garena, her real personality and identity ever since she was born is Gannobei Garena – clear and official.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
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Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 13, 2012 20:35:40 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]With slight haste, Ezio made towards the general direction of the washroom before, having confirmed that he was out of sight, taking a detour to spy on the group. Gannobei was not doing anything that would make his tour life miserable. He would make sure of that. Especially not reveal her identity. Ezio wasn’t sure to what extent Gannobei was willing to roleplay as her cross-played self, but he was not taking any chances. The band might have been a crew of gentlemen, but that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be attracted to a beautiful girl like Gannobei, and while Ezio would not admit it outright, he had issues with coming to terms about all those boys admiring his kid cousin. It was unnerving, almost a fatherly disdain for them. Not surprising, considering how long he had been taking care of her already. The child always thought she was capable of handling everything when she wasn’t. That was her ultimate downfall. Her self-confidence.
Right now, it was just the engagement of a conversation, but who knew what it could lead to? Grasping the timing, Ezio made his way back towards the table, sidetracking for a moment to the counter, pretending to check something so as to eavesdrop on the conversation before returning to the table.
Gannobei was very ‘into’ the act, so much so that she was becoming quite frustrating to be with. Not to mention the fact that she was taking every opportunity to be sarcastic, insult and disrespect him; something that she wouldn’t dare do in normal circumstances. She was lucky that he wouldn’t raise a hand against her both in public and in front of people that only he knew. Acquaintances or not, family matters stayed in the family. Wise words of wisdom, after all.
Finally, with a brilliant (and deceptive) smile, Ezio made his way back to the table, taking his seat back, sinking into it slightly. Looking to the band and then to Gannobei and back again, he asked with a voice tinged with politeness and informality.
“So, what did I miss?”
Not that he didn’t know, considering he had been listening the whole time. The band didn’t know, that was for sure. If it had been any other time, Gannobei might’ve noticed, but Ezio made sure that even she wouldn’t be aware of it. They were bound to have questions about Gannobei, about Ezio, and about Gandere. Fortunately, Gannobei was g/od at making castles out of the air; spinning stories was her specialty, so it didn’t worry Ezio whether or not she could come up with information that would please their questions, but at the same time, not reveal much about any of the above. She would probably mix in some lies about Ezio, but he could easily deny them later on. What was important was that the cover wasn’t broken. Ezio hadn’t been able to hear when he went to the ‘washroom’, but hopefully, nothing had occurred. Truth betold, his main concern was Gannobei’s safety. As long as she was okay, no matter how much he disliked the fact that she was cross-dressing outside ofkhome or the fact that she did this more often than naught, he would at least be relieved in one sense.
“I’m sure that you’ve all been acquainted quite well and Gandere has told you guys all that you want to know."[/b]
There was a certain strange feeling there, as if Ezio were worried about what could’ve gone out; of course, his expression didn’t show it exactly. Pinpointing that would’ve been difficult for most people, though Gannobei would catch on. At least, Ezio hoped so. Wishful thinking, but possible. [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
She was enjoying this kind of activity, much of sarcasm and partially being all ‘happy-time’ with the said moment. Don’t worry though, since the brunette is not as evil as hell. She just wanted to be entertained just to remove the bad mood that she is experiencing, simply because she was not happy with it. To think that a childish intrigue with the studio plus the dress made her like this – it’s too childish and whatnot, doesn’t make complete sense at all, but everyone hell knows how this brunette loathed the designs of Lolita, dress and everything that has skirts except those that looked like micro-shorts partnered with high knee socks. She just… it’s in her living already to hate those kinds of things.
Truth is she kept on being like that after pinpointing the things that she hated about herself. Gannobei was more pessimistic than her parents to the point that she felt depressed and did things that shouldn’t be done such as being a guy. She didn’t hate being a girl though but still the influence of the parents’ words heed strong impact inside her head, as if it is a never ending echo, and it suddenly appears through depression and short frustration that she gets from things she is forced to do, which she would probably hate. She didn’t have a loose screw inside her head. This is all like a certain set-up to her. Even if she went to the psychiatrist, it is technically sure that she’s normal – it’s just the impact of influence when it comes to the words of the people who bore her.
This is saddening yet she enjoyed it instead of showing the clustered feeling of rejection in a most fashionable way: cross-playing. It worked many times anyway, and now that she kept on being like that in the certain situation, she didn’t feel odd or different – just the Gandere Garena that she is used to. She was stable for a cause being nice and nifty, while she thinks of the singer a.k.a her eldest cousin Ezio after leaving her in the table with his band mates. Actually, she was aware of those kinds of situations – either being described as a trap or a pretty boy while playing as a ‘prince’ is technically normal words she would hear, but somehow she wanted to know what Ezio has been doing. To be frank she’s not just playing coy here to be a sadist, but she really wanted to know what Ezio was doing.
For Gannobei, Ezio is really important. She hides her so-called love for him in the form of insult, being a rebel, being stubborn just to get his attention since her father wouldn’t even pay attention to her much. She wouldn’t really admit it but Ezio to her is more of a family member than her biological parents. Him being busy makes her jealous despite the fact that she has the company of her cousins Nayfe, Dager, Sling and Ryuu, or even her boy friend Amakusa. This elder cousin was just different, but then again, Gannobei being the yandere, wouldn’t really admit that.
Moving on to the next happenings while waking herself up after entertaining the questions of his band mates, she sees the male back. “Oh, back so soon Ezio?”
[/b] she questioned firmly while having the smile still on her face, somewhat glad that nothing happened to him. It brings back the thing that he’d be punishing her though, but being cute will do the job – she wishes. Anyway, she’s much comfortable that the male she knows a lot is back at the table. Aside from knowing that the band mates were kind of flirts (based on their questions and their actions), she was also full aware of other intentions.
“Your band mates are interesting. I am glad you’re not doing anything ridiculous, you know.”[/b] She shrugs, her shoulders flexing up a bit while she eats the third cake. Yes, she was even eating while they were questioning her like she’s on the house, and kind of cautious that the maids who are not busy and probably idle were staring at them and gossiping about them. She didn’t mind that being a nice brunette at the moment. “Where’s your next tour by the way? I wanna hear you guys sing on stage. Haven’t been watching since I’m kind of busy these days.”[/b] She gave that as a certain reason since she wanted to stay more though.
Anyway, what she’d be worried about is when she would be asked to sing. Whether we turn tables around, it’s very obvious that Gannobei is a girl based on the voice (even if she tried the ghost voice).[/blockquote][/size][/div]
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