Moinks (aka the time absorbing pet project)

[kekona]

arkness, the ever lasting buffer in his world. The room kept in this perpetual black that never ceased in it's blanket. Pulling him away from everything else that filled the place that over the last three years had become a home.

Home? There was humor in that, he had never had a home. His eyes half closed as he looked out upon his dark domain. The heavy black curtains trapping out the light that daytime would give...but he did not commonly function in those hours. Night was his calling for many reasons. His fingers moved across the deep wood of the chair in which he sat and let himself stay within the noiseless silence.

As always it was shattered, so easily shattered. Two knocks, crisp and perfectly spaced. By knocks alone it was obvious who was at the side of the door and he did not need to grant her admittance. The click of the door handle echoed in it's harsh tone into the room, filling it with it's crisp sound. Her black pumps carried her into the room with the light that silhouetted her figure a perfect mirror of what this particular woman looked like out of the light at her back. She was always full of shadow from her obsidian tendrils that fell long on her back for the first time since they had first been positioned in this mad house, to the black dress and matching pumps. Against her pale flesh it was all so very distinct, of course he was the white flame and knew a definition of the ideal of 'pale'.

She stood there for a few very long moments, like a statue staring into the room. Her eyes knew where he sat by instinct, those dark eyes not moving from his figure that was hidden within the corner where the shadows never quite escaped. “Licorice?” He felt the need to state as she stood there for quite a bit longer than his eyes were comfortable with. Those dark orbs fell away to pull shut the door behind her and they were both in this strange darkness. He knew better; however, and his fingers quickly flicked on the desk lamp letting it illuminate the room in a softer glow. This man of darkness was not a fan of the light, but this slight infiltration was tolerable. In the dim light of the room he could see her purpose for entering for in her arms she held a bright manila envelope. The strange orange-beige shade so stark against her her dress that it was almost garish and he was surprised she had not begun to carry about black envelopes for her files.

He had known her for a long time, the only truly constant thing in this mad house. Her eyes staring at him with a strange understanding he could never truly place his finger on. Strange for a woman who could almost be called a student of his own making although she was his senior by two years. She had not known what she was when she took his case, following him throughout her college days. Now, she was strong and willful not at all the woman she had once been before he had changed her life from a distance without any such intentions. Licorice's slender digits place the envelope before him and it took merely a few flicks of the wrist before it was opened his white skin appearing in the light only for a moment before disappearing back into his reclusive blackness.

The papers held together by a bit of metal at the corners, and he slipped the paper clip from it's embrace as he began to pen through the file. It was strangely brief. The pale man had seen many applicants for their 'work' but most were detailed. Place of birth, parents, grand parents, education, every bit of information that could be found. Their discovery of their talent, their motivations, their favorite tools. All of these things were placed, yet this creature before him had only the basics. Name, age, blood type, her weaponry but nothing upon her style. His eyes narrowed as he looked to the picture at the very front. He had not even given it a glance but as he stared into the portrait he found a strangely hollow looking set of eyes gazing dully back at him. Her jaw set, lips slightly down turned, bright white strands of hair pulled high on her head, and those strange eyes.

“They know I prefer to work alone. Nothing has changed that.” He said at last, his voice low and deep as he tossed the file onto the desk before her. This was not the first, and he was sure it would not be the last instance where they attempted to find him a partner. He was a soloist. He preferred working alone and not being forced to rely on nor baby sit anyone else. It was not his way. His experience and seniority had placed him along with Licorice as the heads of this home, and that was enough.

Licorice; however, was obviously not going to let it lie. Two steps forward clicked upon the floor as her left hand raised her fingers now rolled into a relaxed fist rested against her hip while the other hung limply. Closer to the light her figure was more apparent, a full sent of breasts moving in a gentle slope to a thinner waist before fulling out at the hips. Her eyes so dark a brown that they truly looked black without the brightest of lights shined upon them. Low on her nose a pair of glasses rode adding to the intensity of her eyes. The think frames a matching black that blended into the tendrils of hair that fell forward against her shoulder to curl near her breast. Those coal eyes concentrated on him with that unrelenting concentration that was normally placed upon the other members of this organization. “I am sure she shall mirror your statement.”

This caught the man by surprise though the darkness hid it from her. His eyes looking down upon the picture once more. She was also a soloist? What foolishness was this then? To place two who preferred to work alone together was foolhardy even for them, and surely with their infinite intelligence they would know that. Her hips adjusted the one with her fist cocking out slightly as the other hung long and loose her dark fingernails blending into her dress and the shadows beyond them but her skin seemed to shimmer in the low light. “She shall be taking the room adjacent to yours.” There was a finality in her speech as she gave him only a moment's glance before turning from him in a single crisp movement to move to the door way once more.

He stood slowly the creak of the floor boards announcing his intention and Licorice's fingers stopped upon the door knob. He did not need to physically stop her, she knew and she turned with as easy a motion as she had turned from him. Her eyes giving a disproving look. He was keeping her, he was aware, but he also cared not. “This is my sanctuary, and I shall not have it invaded upon the whim of our employers.” His voice had fallen to a low growl, the dangerous tone that only his family and Licorice had been privy too. The cold of his mind opening it's arms to pull him further into their calming embrace. The strong jaw of the man tensing as he looked upon her with a cold and yet fierce gaze. It intensified as she removed her glasses, something Licorice only did when she thought that there may become a need to replace them should they remain perfectly balanced on her dignified nose.

“Whim?” Licorice responded, her voice crisp and clear. A calm quiet like the center of a vicious storm seemed to surrounded her dark countenance. “Have you perhaps given thought that there may be a valid reason for which they are placing her near you?” Eyebrows narrowing as she placed him within the crossfire that was her gaze. “That perhaps it is not just simple convenience nor matchmaking but perhaps something that you could benefit from?”

If he could have snarled at her, he may have. “I don't need some one to baby sit.”
“You know, it wouldn't kill you to give out a helping hand.” Those who had been around the black princess long enough would know that she hit her words harshly in anger and her t's felt like the sharpening of a blade at this moment and they cut through the air with deadly accuracy. Her arm raising as she stared at the bit of glass connected to a band, the thin watch she always wore. “I don't have time for this.”

Ankles crossed sending her perfectly pivoting and she crossed to the door in two quick steps. “If you want it changed you shall have to speak to them.” Those pale digits pausing upon the cold metal that allowed her out into the light hallway once more. The pause bringing his attention to her as her ovular face turned slightly so she could look over her shoulder to him. She did not replace her glasses, something he duly noted. “Think of giving her a chance Spock...” and with that she turned from the room and closed it behind her.

The darkness was absolute once more as his fingers reached out with ease to click closed the light and plunging the room into the pitch of midnight. “Hmph.” His only reply before he once more moved himself to the confines of his sanctuary.

[kekona]

The manila folder sat on her lap as she looked at it once again in the passing street lights that flickered their light over it. The insides of the limo were strangely silent though she was not alone within it. She could feel the arm of Dayve almost brushing hers as his dark eyes watched her. He was a distinct man, his dark skin filling out large shoulders, a distinct chin. He kept his hair short on his head, only enough to change the color from his dark skin to his black hair. A matching bit of hair on his chin breaking that even chocolate skin tone. In the low lights of the limousine he seemed to almost fade into the shadows and if it wasn't for the bright black haired girl who lay against him he could almost disappear. Her skin milk against his dark suit, a deep camel that hid the white shirt beneath. Business, as always. His fingers idly moving over the girl's shoulder, the streaks of purple in her hair shocking even in the low light. Dayve was always trapped in Kimmi, but the envy many others felt for their relationship was not shared by the girl who viewed them. It made them weak. Weak for one another.

Stormy eyes returned to the manila envelope and flipped it to look at the hard eyes at that stared at her. The rustle enough to take Dayve out of his strange concentration on the girl who rested peacefully in the crook of his arm. “Ya mustn't be so cross lass.” He said gently as he looked on at the girl who seemed to be dwarfed by his shadow alone. “It'll ruin yer beauty.” His lips split giving her a wide smile that she did not return, those storm eyes not even bothering to look up as she was far too concentrated on the picture that stared out at her. “Nai-”

“Ghost.” She spoke quickly, a tone of scolding correction that was strange from a girl so obviously his junior. Those icy eyes looking out the window only to find her reflection glaring at her and marring the scenery beyond. Eyes, the first distinct thing most never noticed in her. It was always her platinum strands that grabbed people first. The slightly darker strands beneath giving away a slight yellowing hue to show her blonde, but the rest of her hair stayed a distinct white that was brighter than the pale skin that accompanied it. A petite girl who barely rose above five and a half feet and was rested within a lithe body. Her legs that peered out from her pleated skirt showed muscular tone though not enough to mar their thin countenance that disappeared into perfectly folded socks and further into the black buckled shoes, small skulls masking the locking mechanism. She wore a simple white buttoned shirt that was tucked into her skirt the top two buttons of the collar left undone to it could fall more naturally against her shoulders. On her lap, the folded dark blue long jacket that would hide her from the chilly autumn weather of her new place of residence.

A top it sat the envelope and folder that her finger traced idly. Her eyes looking into herself, gazing into her own eyes with an unyielding sort of concentration. Her pale skin was accented by an ovular face, high cheek bones, and almond eyes. Her nose small and slightly upturned though only enough to be barely noticed. Her lips placed in that permanent look of uncaring, the larger bottom lip not enough to offset and instead seeming only slightly larger than the higher. Pale strands mirrored her hanging loosely off shoulders, one of the few times she bothered to wear it down. Most of the time it was kept away from her face, however; as she was reminded quite a few times this day she was to make an impression. Soon the lights began to thin as they began to head up the hill. The large house a lit beacon upon the hillside. No one else lived this far into the hills that rose up over this side of the town, the company owned it all. Every bit of land from the moment the hill began to climb, and that must have proved convenient for them. Truly, she cared not. Her purpose of being here was made clear to them, and until that portion was completed she would remain.

Ghost had almost left once, when they informed her they were bringing her to the Americas. The move to England had been one she had not complained about, the Japanese government was looking for her, and this proved to be the best way to keep her beneath their 'radar'. Now, she was being moved again. She did not enjoy England as much as one her age should have, for England was a far target from her intended, and took her from the man who began all of this. Now they were moving her further, and she continually found herself thinking of whether or not their end of the bargain would be kept. Then...the partner was brought up.

She worked alone, for many reasons. To not need to rely on some one else, to not feel the need to let anyones opinions, thoughts, or ideals have any partaking in her actions. To not have to be concerned for any other living being, for this was a key to survival. However, her employers obviously thought differently. A sort of strange scheme that she heard was often used within this particular branch of their unique interests.

Pairing up those who would complement one another, to bring a sense of ownership and to keep them tied to the job. A bit of security of the position they were within. Foolish. An attempt of tying down the members of their organization in order to ensure complacency. Sickening. Deplorable, and disgusting. Yet most of all, a weakness. Ghost had experienced weakness, and despite her young age made a vow to not fall within it's clutches once more. It was what rose her to what she was, and now it seemed was the cause for the deplorable situation in which she found herself.

“Cheer up would ya?” Came a different voice, rough and harsh. Uncaring, bored, annoyed, all played within it. He too faded into the shadows, but she could see him well enough with the flicking corner glance she gave him before peering out at the looming house once more. “Yer casting a shade of fucking gloom on us all.”

His accent was as distinct as himself. London, raised on the lower east side, code name Dark. He was one of the few who managed to get a word out of the white wisp who led them. A grumble of frustration leaving as he watched her continue her pointed staring. Her presence was oppressive when they all lived in the same apartment complex, but now it was like a wrenching knife trying to stab at anyone who breathed. “It's just a bloody fucking partner. It's nothin' to glower about.” His arms slid over his chest and the silk red shirt shimmered for a moment in the light before settling once more. He was well built, and by most standards handsome. Black hair fell in long strands into his face which he spent more time flicking out of his intense green eyes than letting it stay in one spot. The back of it sticking out in angles that showed it's generally unwilling to be worked with self, sticking out at odd angles at it's own choosing. Dark brows following his eyes as he rolled them at her. His arms hung loose across his thin chest, the pulse of muscle each time he shifted showing his strength. Legs in dark trousers were loose against him and rustled slightly against his black shoes that were polished bright enough that they glared each time a light passed.

His cheek bones apparent as below it dipped slightly to meet up with this chin. He was clean shaved which seemed to add a porcelain perfection to his barely sun kissed form, of course next to the glaring white girl who was letting her annoyance make everyone in the vehicle uncomfortable he must have seemed as tan as PB who kept looking over to her concerned. It was no secret that PB felt a certain attachment to the girl, just like his partner. Attempting to be parents to her, what bullshit. He had to admit though, he'd feel better if she was raging about it, if she had screamed about it when she was handed the folder, made some sort of reaction instead of just setting down the folder in that ever so distinct way and walking away in perfect silence. The frightening part of Ghost, was that she never needed to say anything. When she first arrived she could speak only enough English to get around, but it did not cripple her. Something in her eyes, her body language, worked on it's own.

And what a body it was. Ghost's eyes slide to corners and he gave her a grin to which he was only returned a scowl. She was too stuck up to admit it, but there was a nice package beneath those clothes, one that he had taken to admiring...of course she didn't let anyone touch. He had to admit a certain amount of sour feelings at being paired with his twin and watching Ghost be pressed off to some other male. Then again, that grin breaking on his face again as Ghost merely shook her head and looked back out the window, from what he had read about the guy he would be lucky if they didn't kill one another out of sheer annoyance alone.

The transfer from asphalt to gravel was jarring as the car rocked slightly causing the insides to bump. It roused Kimmi from her rest as the small girl stretched and yawned PB giving her a small smile his large hand coming to fix a few strands on her head. “Are we ther'?” Came the lazy voice, her Dublin accent barely present a hearken to the fact that she in fact was American born. Smallest of their group, and from what they knew of the group in total, Kimmi was a petite ball of fire. Barely breaking five feet but not one to be underestimated she had a sweet way about her that made those around her wonder how she had survived this far. Still her face had an edge to it that was more than just age as she blinked her eyes trying to adjust to her surroundings.
“Aye.” Was PB's only response as his fingers slid from her hair to rest his arm with ease on her shoulders. Tension rolled from his shoulders as the large man reminded himself that he needed to keep an eye out, for Nai's sake. The wheels gave a small groan of protest as they came to a stop and they heard the driver exit, the distinct click of his door filtering into the back as sharp as a gun shot.

Ghost did not wait for the driver, nearly knocking him over as her fingers opened the door and she stepped out into the night air. A brisk autumn wind greeted her the moment her shoes touched the gravel her fingers pulling the long coat around her in a quick motion as the split back of the navy piece cracked in the air for a moment before settling around her shoulders. Yet as the wind flicked her skirt a small metal chain glittered under the moonlight that shone clear into the darkened drive way. A shiruken in the shape of a star glittering on the end of the chain before it disappeared beneath the material of her coat. The double black buttons left undone as she grabbed the long piece of material and merely tied it around her stepping away to let the others exit. Stormy blue eyes staring for a long moments up at the large mansion.

It's style was Greek revival from what she had been told of architecture by Kimmi, Jelly, who ate up this sort of information. Ghost often was under the sensation that she wished to buy a house, and yet she and PB never did leave and so she often wondered if it was a sort of hobby to eat up their time. A wasteful one if that was the case. PB stepped out next, his large form easily over six foot and was not of a small build. His large shoulders and strong arms giving him the obvious credentials towards American football, and perhaps he would have it if was not for his birthplace of Ireland. Then again, he had been captain of the rugby team over a decade ago. He stretched feeling the pop in his back as his suit groaned it's discomfort before letting an appreciative whistle leave him. “I see what they meant about plenty of room.” He commented as he offered a hand to help Kimmi from the car, her small pale digits as stark against his hand as night and day as it closed around it and gently moved her from the car.

The house was distinct, the four large columns moving up both floors cutting both the porch and the veranda into recognizable sections before it spread out to standard corners. The front a circular opening that above revealed the large glass dome. It was red brick except for the columns and trim which were a bright white. Large windows stared out letting a warm glow into the night that saw leaves tumble from the various fauna. Many mature shade trees lining the property, though perhaps the most impressive was behind them, the large oak in the small cemetery that held within it the members of the home's original owners. A strange western habit that Ghost was not familiar with.

Ray and Dark moved out in tandem, one out each door and their name sakes obvious as they came to join the group, PB and Jelly already moving towards the door. They were alike enough, these brothers, but their demeanors held their opposites. Ray was clad in blue, his silk shirt obviously pressed to perfection and sat with ease tucked into his black belt and trousers, which had their creases as distinct as if he had just placed his pants on himself. His auburn hair was clean cut barely brushing over his brow and short at the neck, perhaps the only part of him that was slightly ruffled from being within the car for slightly too long. His hands in his pockets, but only in far enough so that his thumbs could hook outside them. Relaxed and easy as he looked up at the house whose every light seemed to be one shining bright beams of sunlight out into the night. His brother, Dark, was quite the opposite. His dark hair was rumpled to match with his unbuttoned collar to his red shirt. The boy's appearance was always slightly crumpled, everything hanging off his thin frame at angles even though the build matched the mirror that stood on the other side of the car. One hand in a pocket while the other flicked his hair for a moment before giving a small 'Tsk' of annoyance.

“Come on Ghost, let's get this fuckin' over with.” He growled, his voice a low tenor that reverberated against him as he moved to match the others. Ray only pausing a minute more to look to Ghost before following with slow and sure steps. She didn't move, the others walking past her and leaving her behind as her eyes simply took in the large structure. The wind flicked her hair over her shoulder splaying it in front of her eyes. Long and pale digits rose to tuck it behind an ear before simply holding it there, the only hint that she wasn't simply some statue that gazed towards this structure. Yet there was no excitement in her eyes, nor was there any form of emotion one could pinpoint, simply those gray-blue eyes that took in the sprawling home whose maw awaited to invite her in, to swallow her into another place, with more people that she did not wish to know, did not wish to interact with.

The driver approached with a large cylinder offering it to her in silence and she took it in same. Grabbing the strap and letting it hang onto one shoulder, the large black object peaking slightly above her head as she gave a small nod to the man, her form of thanks before those black shoes carried her towards the door. PB, for some strange reason, merely waited until she approached. All of them simply standing there as the last member of their small group approached. Her steps were long and quick, obviously well practiced as it carried her across the gravel with a minimum of noise. Though most of it was masked by the house within, apparently they were expected, hushed tones fluttering about as she placed her shoes onto the first step that led to the looming white door.

You could always turn back, her mind whispered as it had with all others, her fingers rose and a single digit pressed the small button that released the chime inside watching her finger bend to accommodate against it. It's small musical notes bringing a fierce hush that settled on the occupants inside though Ghost could say with some certainty no such fierce apprehension filled her. Instead it was that steady feeling of annoyance and a generally amount of uncaring that covered her senses. Though her mask like face did not show it for a moment.

The door opened merely an instant after she had let her fingers fall away from the small piece of metal and plastic that announced their entrance like a crier. The light pouring out on them as they all entered. PB and Jelly first, Kimmi attempting to stifle a yawn in vain as they moved through, as always, with her strong and compassionate partner leading her through. The twins next each moving with their own set ease, of course Dark mirrored her feeling of annoyance as he flicked his hair for what must have been the hundredth time since they exited the car. Ghost almost stayed without, tempted to turn and place herself back within the car. Some how she did not and her black covered feet moved inward their hard soles reminding her of each step she took within. The door clicked behind her and those eyes watched as a woman of blacks and whites moved past her. Her fingers removed her coat automatically tossing it over one arm as she moved into line with the others to see the line of people who stared out at her.

This group was quite a bit larger than their own, in fact it doubled it exactly. Making them fifteen total now. A nice round number, but perhaps a bit too many to be lumped together. She did not trust the exact necessities of this large group kept beneath one roof. One of the few times she wished to know their larger plans, yet for now that was unimportant. Those critical eyes swept over the group as the woman who had opened the door to this 'mad house' was introducing them. PB of course quick to introduce everyone. She wondered why leadership was placed in her fingers when it was obvious that Dayve worked better with people. This seemed all like a business transaction, hands being shaken, introductions being made. She did not bother to listen to it. Nor did she give much thought to the bright Welcome banner, the glitter upon the floor, instead her eyes focused in on her prey.

The likeness that had been whispered to her was present. Slightly uncanny of the tall man to which she was tearing apart with her gray orbs. His file and him matching up perfect enough that she could have dotted a line around him to cut him into the photo she was given. His height was barely talked of, but it was much more impressive when surrounded by others as his head rested above them all. His countenance not holding the bulk of PB, instead it was thin and she had the feeling he was a quick mover. His skin was a shade of white normally seen only in paper. Albino, she remembered that from his file. His matching siblings obviously not suffering from the same skin condition that afflicted his form. Their likeness mainly stemmed from their hair, both a bright white shade that fell long though his was braided back, but that was where it ended. His face was made of angles, distinct and focused. His eyes so pale a shade of blue they seemed to try to hide within the white of his eyes. His nose was long but not hooked as she thought it might have been, instead it was only slightly crooked at the top of the bridge most likely from a past injury but besides that there were no imperfections.

He wore a suit of white that considering his skin tone seemed a bit redundant to her. It was not solid in it's tone for upon closer inspection she could see slight lines of gray hinting to the material being pin striped. It added jagged edges to his shoulders. It was tailor made for him, hanging off with an ease that added to his figure. He was leaning back slightly, arms at ease in the pockets of his trousers with his shoulders pulling back from the rest of him and making him seem even thinner. As her eyes sized up the taller man he obviously was doing the same to her. She didn't match her photo as closely as Spock would have thought. Her eyes were much more distinct in their shifting shades but not enough to grab his attention, merely a flickering glance given before his attention moved elsewhere. This was the little demon who couldn't keep a partner? He wondered to himself though his smirk was hidden beneath the mask of eloquence that being the head of his home afforded him. He had seen stranger cases, of that he was sure. His eyes moving to corners to give her a second glance before letting his eyes move over the other members. Her age shocked him only in the way of it not being mentioned in her file, perhaps that information being withheld to keep him from tossing her out on that alone. This of course pointed to inexperience. He supposed she was pretty in her own sort of way, but he had most certainly seen better. And he was also quite sure that the few he had worked with before her, were better as well.

“Welcome to our home.” Licorice began now that introductions were finished, of course Spock and Ghost both being introduced by other parties another obvious similarity with the two 'white flames' that seemed to sending daggers towards one another.

Ghost took her time devouring his form, finding the pinpoints of weakness people wore so obviously upon their bodies. This was the level which others wanted to attain? This was the man who was whispered about as a legend? She almost smirked but she was under specific instructions not to offend. Those eyes instead did the smirking for her, their sure gaze pulling him apart in her mind. He was merely a glass character, a false view of a person who had nothing within and nothing without. A final glance and her eyes moved away from him, and while Spock would not admit he could almost feel the lack of her gaze on him. He had been the one thing to grab her attention, and she was finished with him now and he watched with only minute interest as her eyes began to take in the house with that same concentration as if she were memorizing every detail.

This was the man who she had been compared to? What had been annoyance, was most certainly an insult. Her eyes looking at the large doors marked POOL directly in front of her that sat between the winding stairs that lined either side. Halls moving to either side up the stairs and below. By the smell of food that was slowly infiltrating the room the dining hall and kitchen were to the left. Feeding so many must have been quite a task. That was when a voice broke her concentration and that stead fast gaze turned on her.

“We would like to lead you to your rooms before dinner. After dinner there shall be a brief meeting and then you are free to wander as you please.” Her eyes looked to each one for a long moment, a small and pleasant smile on her ruby lips. Her dark eyes seeming friendly enough though it was obvious she held the reigns in this small home as far as assignments and announcements. In her fingers was a clip board though she hadn't looked at it once since they arrived. Her fingers holding it lax at her side as her other hand rested with ease on her hip. It was so easily relaxed that this was obvious a constant resting place. Everything about her spoke order, her hair was meticulously placed black bangs swooping low in a curl that tucked behind her ear. Her hair left to play long and each strand that fell over her shoulder seemed set there. She wore a black and white dress, it was pin stripped to match the three boys though her stripes were wide enough to break up the dress into sections much like the house. A white collar resting against her shoulders that dipped to show the slightest curvature of her breast. Still she brought no attention to her figure. It was obvious her form was often looked at for she gave no care to eyes that roamed over, Dark's most notably as her long fingers rose to sweep a single finger over the edge of her curled bang causing them to sweep away from her brow. She had the body of a pin up model, and it dragged Dark's lecherous attention before he brought himself to concentrate on what she was saying.

“BBY, Oreo, Wriggley, would you three mind leading Peanut Butter and Jelly to their room please?” Her eyes swiveling to the three who since the moment the new-comers had stepped in could hardly sit still.
“Righter roonie!” Came the cry of the bubble gum pink haired girl as she rushed over to the two her smile beaming. Blue eyes crazed with sugar induced glee that burned bright on her cheeks that were lined with self penned stars. She was a thin girl and with a looser shirt could have quite possibly passed for male as the ball of energy was quickly grabbing bags with help of her dark skinned compatriot. Her name obvious by the bright white streaks that lined her insanely curly hair. The last one was tall for a female and shared quite a few similarities with Spock, she remembered reading something within his file of his family members being within the house. Her hair a pale shadow of green that was held back in a pony tail and fell against her shoulders as she passed her eyes giving a long look to Ghost as she did so. A look which Ghost replied to with only a flicker of her oppressive gaze before continuing her review of the house itself.

“Peppermint if you would please lead Dark and Ray to their rooms, and Caramel, accompany her to help with luggage.” Licorice continued only to be met by the standard 'tsk' from Dark whose fingers dove into his pockets a small bag held by his elbows as he moved to follow another tall female, though her height was mostly attributed to the tall heels which she trod in. Long blonde hair shone with perfection, her skin tanned artificially but it glowed like gold enhanced by her blue-green eyes. Still, it was obvious what her strength was, her hips moving in long seductive swings as she walked which Dark did not mask watching with a happy fascination at the pendulum that swung opposite with her honey strands. His covetous gaze caused his counter-part to redden. The man who was instructed to follow her was another built like PB though not quite as...large. Instead he was strong, with distinct face and voice as he whispered his complacency with a thick accent. His skin honey and well..caramel. It was loved by the sun and it too was complemented by dark eyes and chocolate strands of hair. It was easy to see why he was her counterpart he was of a look most only saw upon a screen in the movies. His voice cool as a soft rain in a hot summer, and she could appreciate his talents while they held no interest to her in specific. Also, a slight bit of amusement at the thought of Dark attempting to charm away the partner of a man so gifted, it would be laughable at best.

“And Spock if you would not mind taking Ghost to her room,” Spock's eyes quickly left their post of passively taking it in to concentrate on the 'black queen' before him. They were much like chess pieces, white king to black queen. His eyes narrowing for a moment so slight only Licorice took note of it, the almost flash in his blue eyes before that mask fetched up again. Her eyes only stayed on him for just as long and her voice quickly followed “If you do not wish to, I'll have Layoc lead her.” There was that subtle warning tone, but it was many of the things Spock would disregard this evening. She obviously wanted him to attempt to attribute a friendship to the girl, but complacency was nothing he strived to attain. If she was to take his comfort from him and to impose herself upon his hospitality he was not going to place any effort upon making her more 'at home'. Besides, by the look in her eye she looked ready to walk right back out that door and into the night she came from, and despite his obligations to this home he slightly wished she would. His world would find much more convenience with her presence forgotten.
“Actually I was going to have a word with...PB was it?” His voice came to Ghost's ears as if the breath carried it to her specifically, another thing to memorize and dissect. It was a low tone, nearing the depths of bass but not quite falling to it, instead a baritone rumble that was quiet but carried quite easily. A voice of confidence and easy eloquence. He had obviously been head of this house for awhile. It commanded attention from many, herself included, as a few eyes slid to look at him for a small moment. He and the woman beside him, Licorice was it? They had obvious control of this home, though she would place her bets upon Licorice having a far better grip of the situation.

PB stopped letting his fingers leave Jelly's shoulder to lean over and whisper a quiet word to her before letting the three excited girls lead her away their giggles like little imps darting about the room as she disappeared into the hallway. For a moment she felt for Kimmi, the girl did not like new situations in which she could not have Dayve for support, but it was not enough for her to move after her. The strength in her needed to be bolstered, and she had a feeling the three giggling girls were much more than a hyper and happy glee with a zest for life. For they had to come to be a part of this home by their talents which made them far more dangerous.

That was when something bright and red clouded her vision. The similarities made him an obvious member of the triplet of which Spock was a member. Layoc, if she remembered correctly from the introductions she barely spent a breath upon ton remember. He was a very distinct face and his nose and eyes mirrored his brothers though their blue was deep. It was filled with easy emotion, a strange bit of destructive glee that she could not place her fingers on, his bright red hair held back in a loose pony tail. No tux but instead a rather nice black long sleeve shirt with white buttons and a pair of bagging black jeans. Still, he looked nice enough as he grabbed her things though she dipped down to claim a small cardboard box. He was tall enough that as he raised with her things she had to gaze up to him. Being tall was obviously placed in their genes as she would guess he stood at six foot four nearing six foot five. A foot above her, but it did not give her any sense of being lower than him. His eyes were darting as it looked her over with that same appreciative glance the girl, who she guessed was Wriggly, gave her in passing. Apparently the family was close, admirable, and a weakness. She noted it, as obviously this candle did not burn as alone as he claimed.

“Well Madame shall I lead you to your room?” He asked, a gleeful and some what mischievous look on his face as he picked up the two suitcases and indicated with a hand before moving away. It broke her concentration, pulling her from her thoughts before she gave a gentle nod and let her quiet footsteps follow at him. As she passed PB grabbed her coat, giving her a smile as he nodded to the coat rack. This was home, was what he was trying to say. You should hang your coat at the door, a gentle reminder, one she didn't care for but didn't rip it from him. If it put his mind at ease, she could give him a few moments of false security.

Layoc was about two inches shorter than Spock she guessed when she passed the man who barely gave her a second glance. His body was made of the same angles though he walked with an easier gate than the man who spoke to the dark man with hushed tones. Still the color difference was shocking enough as was his fast paced and some what hyper movements. His hair was the color of a firetruck, and was glaring against the black it wagged against, his skin shined bright with the vibrancy of life as his thinner countenance held her bags without effort. He must have been strong for her worldly possessions were not light and he held them with little to no difficulty. Still he tested their weight in his hands for a moment, “For a girl her packs light, you have heavy shit.” A spring in his step as he moved upwards and she wondered idly who his partner was, but she had not spent much time looking at the members of the house, Spock including. Still his comment upon her things raised the first reaction out of her since they had arrived, the edge of her mouth lifting slightly in a soft smirk of amusement.

They moved to the left side of the double stair case. “You're lucky you know that?” He was saying to her as they moved up the dark wood stairs. Her fingers running across the carved banister idly. She enjoyed the feeling of the cold wood beneath her fingertips as they grazed it with each step upwards. The red runner soft beneath her feet and making the walk upwards easier. “You have the best room in the house.” A laugh was on his lips, and it was a pleasant sound. Carefree and easy as it rose towards the ceiling to scatter elsewhere. The lit hallways coming to shine down upon them both and the night disappeared as they moved into the windowless hall.

She passed by several different doors, each one marked by the entrant. The first door being painted black with a sign that stated in dark scrawl 'Enter and Fucking Die.' that hung off the door much akin to the 'do not disturb' signs that were given as courtesy in hotels. A dull roar pulsed behind that door that she registered idly as some form of music before moving down. The next door was also black and Layoc nodded his head to it in passing. “That's my room, if you need some one to spar with. Just knock.” A wink shadowing his blue eyes for a moment before that laughter was given in response to her dead pan face. A bit of nervousness filtering into his voice, she was an ice queen. His gleeful nature not breaking her in the least as she moved forward with that unforgiving frown on her lips and those critical eyes. “Anyway, like I was sayin' you're lucky. Your room is under the dome.” His light tone stayed despite her unresponsive nature and she had to give that a slight bit of recognition. They stopped in front of dark wood double doors and Layoc's fingers grabbed the silver handle with ease hearing the creak of disuse before the doors opened fully to let the dark room fight against the light. “Here we are!”