Originally intended to be Toon in Tomorrow, this forum is currently featuring a regularly updated historical 1xR romance entitled Unexpected Arrangements. Watch for: Murder by Moonlight, Kiss Me Krazy, Driving Miss Relena, Relena's Revenge, and The Gundams of Our Lives. Coming soon. So stay TOONED for updates!!!
Anyway, I loved the chapters, and I must say that this mysteriousness you have added is just awesome. Not to mention that you haven't presented Relena yet, only giving us a few hints of her existence.
Heero blaming Relena... well, I am not surprised at all.
Once again, great story!
"No eye could be clearer or brighter than the eye that had nothing to create, nothing to do but gaze" (The Deacy of the Angel --- Yukio Mishima)
"Where are there laws regulating an angel?" (The Decay of the Angel --- Yukio Mishima)
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Awsome job rose! I really like the way you set up the whole plot and its characters.
When is Relena gonna step into the picture?
I can't wait for the next chapter!
The dining room fizzed and sparkled like expensive champagne. Conversation filled the air with a low, alcoholic buzz and just the occasional bubble of laughter rising above the rest of the noise. A jazz band played onstage a low melody; the metallic clang of the cymbals set a quick, upbeat rhythm for the distracted audience.
I followed Zechs at what I considered a safe distance. I didn?t know what exactly he had in mind. As I passed through the pseudo-hallways between booths and tables, I kept my eyes moving, watching for anything or anyone out of the ordinary. I still didn?t fully trust Merquise, even with a room full of witnesses. Call me paranoid, but I?d rather be over-cautious than under six feet of dirt. I?d decided long ago, I?m gonna check out on my own terms, no one else?s.
But all I saw was fine china and crystal glistening on every table; tuxedo-clad waiters serving wine and filet mignon to all the swells out for a night on the town. But all the money in the world couldn't buy class.
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Part 14
I hadn't been back in Los Angeles that long, just long enough to recognize the city's biggest players. At a large, round table to the right of the stage sat Trowa Barton and company. The tall, lean gang-leader had a long jaw; his normally slicked back hair ? lengthier in the front because it was worn combed back over the top of his head to hang even with the back ? hung in pieces around his face. It looked like he had originally styled it in the usual way, but then some physical exertion caused it to fall into his eyes. It would have made him look years younger if it hadn't been for the hard set of his jaw and cruel stare. Six of his men filled the other seats around him, also wearing suits. They had necks as thick as their thick skulls.
At a smaller table to the left, and back one row from Barton's, sat Dorothy Catalonia and her entourage of young Hollywood stars and starlets. She had risen to somewhere near the top of sought after blonde actresses for the big screen in record time; not the least of which had more to do with whom she was in bed with, financially as well as physically, than her actual acting abilities.
She was pencil thin in an ivory gown cut low in the front and lower in back. Her long, yellow hair was piled up on top of her head with just a few strands escaping the heap to hang down on either side of her face; she looked like a million bucks. That was her job ? look pretty, screw pretty. But if you ever looked in her eyes you?d see the truth: she was dead from the inside out.
The other members of her crowd were some of the latest pretty boys paid to bare muscles in movies like "Caribbean Nights" and "The Problem with Blondes." Dorothy?s boy toys. And toys they were. She?d use them for her purposes, and when she grew tired of their empty heads and brawny biceps, they ended up parking cars at Morton?s.
Merquise finally stopped at the booth directly across from center stage - an owner?s luxury, no doubt - and motioned at me to sit down. I nodded and sat down facing him. I have to admit, I was nervous. Whatever Zechs wanted to talk about had to be killer. He looked like he was sweating, and a man like Merquise, who walked a thin line between two of the most powerful gangs in the county from the time he got up till the time he went to bed, had to have nerves, and balls, of absolute steel.
Wow, this was very nice, I loved Trowa and Dorothy's descriptions, and I must say that I just loved the idea of Dorothy being dead inside out, and not merely a villain in the story. She's just another person who's sold herself to have fame, and consequently, "died" inside.
Hmm, sounds like Zechs is nervous. I can only wonder... ^_^
"No eye could be clearer or brighter than the eye that had nothing to create, nothing to do but gaze" (The Deacy of the Angel --- Yukio Mishima)
"Where are there laws regulating an angel?" (The Decay of the Angel --- Yukio Mishima)
Hmm...dorothy is a gorgeous, slutty actriz and trowa's hair has problems with its slicking back to forward? Excuse me as I laugh for a good, full 10 seconds. HAHAHAHAHA...You think that's not long, but having no breath for that period of time is actually quite strenuous. Anywho, sounds intriguing, way to go! :razz:
~kai
