Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-66.210.76.252-20160722212725

With the host’s arrival Akuma watched her much like everyone else did, listening to her words while he tried to formulate a plan on how best to navigate this awkward situation. Sure he could talk to these people if he had to, which he did, but he wasn’t all too sure if whatever he had to say would be relevant to these people, hell what he had to talk about was probably enough to get him kicked out without even trying. /Why the hell did I get invited to this place again?/ He thought, an internal sigh dragging out within. The room seemed alit with chatter and small talk, hi how are yous and pleased to finally meet you and all sorts of other boring conversations. He took another drag off of his cigarette and tapped the ashes off into an ash tray that he dragged over to his little corner. Everyone who’s anyone seemed to be here, then again, he didn’t know most of the people here, Akuma never associated with anyone who was in good social standing like this, he was a dog to their human status. Akuma dragged his eyes over the floor, getting to know anyone here was going to be a nightmare, even a casual hello, was going to be a nightmare, then again, he couldn’t just sit in the corner all night, that’d make him a bad guest and as much as he didn’t do these parties he knew that that was quite a rude thing to do to the host.



Akuma’s finger tapped on the side of his leg, he’d finished up his first glass of Champaign and had deposited it onto a passing waiter’s tray. As much as the alcohol wasn’t strong, he could still feel a tiny fuzz starting to nestle into his thoughts as a woman he hadn’t seen before sort of walk in front of everyone. He blinked a few times, rubbing at his eyes, no, she wasn’t there, it was probably his nerves and a combination of the atmosphere making him a bit weird in the head. /Get yourself together damn it, I don’t wanna draw attention to myself./ He scrubbed a hand over his face and decided to go flag down a waiter for another glass of Champaign considering he was out and needed something to wet his mouth as it started feeling like someone swabbed it down with a cotton ball and left it to soak all the moisture out. His dress shoes made small noises on the floor as he took some deliberate steps, that woman walked by again, he followed her figure with his gaze and tried to focus on her, it was difficult, almost like looking through someone’s glasses. The world around him blurred and he tried following her almost magnetically, something about her was drawing him in towards her, he couldn’t place it but she seemed almost, familiar? Akuma tried shaking his head, attempting to get her image out of his head but he couldn’t, her dress clad figure taunting his vision. With her coming into focus, the world fell out of focus around him, he no longer saw the room he was in or the people around in it, the music sounded much like the band played underwater. There was what he heard a slight buzz in the air around him as if the air itself had a charge of electricity running through it and it kept growing louder and louder and louder, the pressure building up and up. It was the strangest feeling in the world.



His head swam but just as it felt like his head would burst, he bumped into a woman wearing a lovely lace dress that clung to her figure like taught clingwrap. A bunny mask sat over her face and he blinked a few times, backing up immediately with an awkward expression on his face, the world around him came back into focus and he sort of blinked, that slight lopsided smile on his face. “U-Ummmm excuse me, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that.” If this were an anime, he’d be that awkward teen running into a crush during lunch time or something; that about approximated the expression on his face and even his voice, it was riddled with embarrassment. As he tried to re-adjust himself back to the world of the living and outside of his little, whatever that episode was, his movements were disjointed and semi-stiff, the little bow of apology he made was just as stiff and awkward.