Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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A cynic’s view on Valentine’s Day was automatically negative after the horrible relationship Russel entered years ago. In his mind, romance was entirely thorns where someone who loves got pricked by the painful points. Thus, he stared at the window, anxieties building over the notion of attending a blind date. As he stared out at the couples below from his apartment, Russel lightly bit his lower lip. He worried about the sheer possibility of entering an abusive, unhealthy relationship again frightened him. Alas, he desired the wonderful emotions inspired from love.
Slowly, he backed away from the window as jealousy consumed him. Those sweet moments shared between couples was something he missed from his relationship with Florence. There was no possibility of Russel returning to his malicious boyfriend. Their relationship was volatile, filled with violence, screaming and eventually unfaithfulness on Florence’s part. Everything which happened thoroughly damaged the seer, making it difficult for him to engage in future relationships. Regularly, he accomplished red flag behaviours like going through his partner’s phone to assure there was no cheating.
Those attitudes proved he was unprepared for a future relationship and still damaged by the afflictions caused by his ex-boyfriend. Trust was difficult to provide because of those incidents and Russel could not cease the monstrous tirade of insistent thoughts. His imagination played the villain now, reminding him of the possibility and forming those fabrications from his insecurities. Intense fears of being cheated on constantly manifested in his mind, resulting in him being unable to trust and make meaningful relationships.
The time was hastily approaching, thus in his retreat, Russel walked towards his bedroom to prepare himself. The brunette was anxious about the entire notion of participating in the blind date, but he wanted to try. There were times Russel despised his lonely life, hence his sign up in the event. He wanted somebody to date extremely badly, however, even the forensic was unaware how ill-prepared he was. Mentally, he was scarred by the events which transpired between him and Florence. A hidden pain consumed his mind, something people only noticed when they managed to get close.
When he entered his bedroom, the bespectacled man approached his closet, tossing the doors open and rummaging through his clothes. Eventually, he discovered a white dress shirt with a tie and black jacket to match the aesthetic. With some dress pants, he completed the formal appearance he desired. A white dress shirt, black suit coat and dress pants, the ideal formal clothes for this event. As he tidied his appearance, Russel began feeling slightly more confident in himself. There was hope he could have a splendid night out, but he knew there was a chance issues could rise.
A smile slowly crept onto the seer's face as he moved towards the bathroom. From there he fetched a brush off the counter and groomed back his short, brown hair. Satisfaction inspired a confidence in the event he planned for the evening. Once pleased, he departed from the washroom, slipping on a pair of dress shoes before leaving his apartment. He turned down the hallway, entering the elevator and heading down to ground level. The seer pushed open the large doors of the lobby before heading out to his vehicle, keys in hand.
He entered the car, checking his phone and returning it to his pocket before turning the key into the ignition. Once his vehicle roared to life, Russel began going through the steps to back out of his parking space. He drove to the mouth of the parking lot, pulling onto the street and following the directions. As he drove closer to the restaurant, the anxieties returned as he pondered the possibilities which could go wrong. He shoved those thoughts from his mind, attempting to fixate on the potential good which could rise from the date.
There was a chance he could find somebody he adored, a person he could love who would provide mutual feelings. It was something he craved despite the damages inflicted on his heart. He wanted to be cherished, loved and cared about similar to everybody else. When he arrived at the restaurant, Russel found a parking space and parked his car. He gazed at the building, pausing as he slowly clicked the release on his seat belt. The soft click accompanied by the sounds of the safety gear being reeled back reached his ears.
Hesitantly, he opened his door, pausing as he sucked a deep breath into his lungs. The release was slow and accomplished as he pushed the car's door open. He stepped out, moving to the side to close the door behind him. He approached the restaurant, walking to sign in table where he was promptly escorted and informed to find his table. Eventually, he discovered his name on one of the Valentine's Day name tags. Another deep breath was taken as he settled in his seat, waiting for his date as others passed and went to their respective tables... and nobody joined his.
The hell was he doing this for. It was stupid. Beyond stupid. "Hello there." Dane said in his most charming tone. A smile plastered across his lips as he gave a soft bow. Eyes locking on to the man seated at the table in front of him. 'Russel..' He noted as he glanced down at the man's name tag. "I suppose, I'm your date for the night." Though he was acting quite friendly, in actuality he would rather be anywhere else at the moment.
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His day had started as many others. Rousing from his sleep with a few groans. Doing his best to push back the work day just ever so much more. Yet today was different. Special even. He had managed to land a job serving at one of the larger events for the city. Some sort of Valentine's celebration. Though the specifics weren't that important to Dane. All he really cared about was the status of the position. No longer was he just some bloke busking tables downtown. No, now he was a server for some of the most important people in Lorsette.
He pushed himself up out of bed and wandered into the shower. Silently going over his lines as he bathed. 'Hello, how are you mam or sir.' 'What will you be having tonight?' 'The special is…' He thought to himself as he ran his hands through his wet hair. Mentally preparing himself for the night ahead. He wasn't nervous, at least nothing besides the normal jitters of starting a new job. He at least felt relief that he wasn't in the same shoes of those that had signed up for the event. He continued to get himself ready, throwing on a plain black tux and white undershirt. Frankly he did look rather nice. But the outfit did little to distinguish him from the crowd. After all, he was just another server.
A quick scrub of his teeth, a brushing of his hair, and a final quick glance in the mirror, and Dane felt ready. Stepping out of his apartment and down toward the ground level. He didn't live far from the venue. Opting to walk instead of drive. A lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he made his way down the sidewalk. It took him all of them minutes to make it to the event. Though unlike the crowds pouring in the front, he made his way toward the side of the building. Straight to the service entrance.
He stepped inside and began getting acquainted with things. The location of the kitchen, the easiest route to the dining hall. Where he was going to be expedited. Everything falling into place so perfectly. That is, until his manager had pulled him aside.
"Hey you!" He heard called out as a short pudgy man ran up to him. "Yeah you, you look the type. This could work." "Excuse me?" Dane said questiongly. "Were down a match, so you need to fill it." The statement made danes brow furrow. Unsure of why he was being roped into the festivities. "Listen I didn't come here for a date I jus-" "Either go out there, or you're fired. Just keep em entertained, smile a bit. Do your job, or get out."
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"Do you mind?" Dane said as he pulled out the chair, taking a seat at the table with the forensic. That fake smile still plastered across his lips. 'Gods just let this be over soon…' He thought to himself.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Tables were being hastily filled up by the people and their respected dates. People were chatting between one another, a majority smiling as they enjoyed their evening. Meanwhile, Russel found himself alone, waiting for the arrival of his date. There were some who passed his tables while heading to their respective location. The forensic quickly found himself feeling lonesome as he sat, alone. Gradually, the flow of people ceased, leaving a solemn face Russel to allow a sigh to escape his lips at his disparage.
People hardly cared about the bespectacled man and he accepted. The mental scars from an abusive partner reminded him about his worthlessness, those words ringing through his head this evening. Why would anybody want to spend an evening with him? He was annoying, distrusting and spiteful towards romance. Mentally, he was preparing to depart and head home to the safety of his home, perhaps cry a little if his emotions called for the reaction. Captured in thoughts of his despair, Russel was about to rise from his seat to head home.
His ears failed to detect the upcoming footsteps of somebody's approach until a greeting arrived. A charmer's voice was used, reaching Russel's ears and prompting him to glance at the new arrival. Where did he come from? He failed to see him enter the building from the main entrance... The man's hair was silvery, having a subtle hint of blue which created a unique colouring to his features; his eyes even matched the colour. The most prominent feature of the man's face was the slender scar evident near the right corner of his mouth.
The man treated him in a friendly manner, prompting Russel to adjust himself to face forward. Moments later the stranger stated he would be his date for the evening which caused a small smile to form on the seer's lips.
"I see... I was scared I would be alone for the evening," he explained with a soft smile. "I didn't even see you come in."
Unbeknownst to Russel, the man sitting across from him was originally a server tasked with entertaining him. There were no intentions of forging a potential relationship, but rather actions made to avoid having a lonely patron. The establishment making the move was clever considering how singled out Russel would have originally been. Alas, the unaware forensic believed there was an opportunity for something special this evening. The bespectacled man began searching for the man's name tag in hopes of discovering the name of his date.
420 words ● @dane I'm not sure if Dane has a name tag or one that actually says "Dane", so I will end it here to avoid conflicting. XD
Dane was doing his best to try and act casual with the man across from him. His eyes soft and his expression inviting. It was all a front though. An act. Sure he knew what dates were. He knew people fell in love. And lived their lives happily together. But that didn't mean he had ever been on one. Or really even had the desire to try it out. Hell, if he wasn't getting paid so well then he would have walked out the building minutes ago.
Yet he had to be courteous. The man was a guest. A customer so to speak. As long as he thought like that, he could manage. "Ah yes well.." He began to speak up at the man's comment. "I'm sorry about that. I must've been running late." Strike one. Just a few moments into the date and he already was drawing a blank on how to respond. After all, he couldn't really tell him the truth. And he hadn't been given enough time to come up with a decent alibi.
"The names John." He said calmly, extending a hand across the table for the man to shake. "And I presume your name is Russel." He said with a slight nod toward the man's name tag. Strike two. Dane kept a cool face, his heart racing in his chest as he realized his second mistake. Unlike all of the other guests seated adjacent from each other. He was the only one missing his tag. He hoped the man wouldn't notice, or even care. Perhaps he could claim that he lost it. Though.. he had already claimed that he came in late. How could he have lost it on his way to the table?
He let out a quiet grumble. Hoping he could still salvage things. Though, he knew he was only digging himself a deeper hole of lies. "So what brings you here?"
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Broadly, a smile played across Russel’s lips because of the arrival of his date for the evening. Fortunately, the man’s friendly grin made the brunette feel invited into their startings of a conversation. Perhaps the romantic vibe narrowly managed to entice his cynical mind. Love was something desperately craved by a majority of individuals and at times, the seer fantasized about romantic ideas. He wanted to be cherished by somebody and showed loving emotions and perhaps there was a chance by coming here. While his cynicism manifested, he still held those cravings.
With those thoughts circling through his mind, Russel decided to search for the name tag of his date for the evening. Across the man’s chest the seer’s russet eyes searched for the plastic tag clipped to shirts, yet, nothing could be discovered. The man’s suit was bare of information handed out at the front desk to all attendants. The forensic straightened, brows furrowing as his eyes narrowed slightly, accomplishing another survey of the man’s suit. He listened as the man stated he arrived late on accident, even sporting an apology; the words broke Russel from his search.
“It’s alright, I just wasn’t paying enough attention I guess,” he responded with a shrug.
Before Russel managed to inquire about the man’s missing name tag, he provided a name, introducing himself as John. Although, shortly afterwards the light-haired man casually mentioned Russel’s name, clearly reading it from the tag attached to the right side of his chest. The bespectacled man nodded in return, however, suspicion was evident in his expression. First, John was supposedly late and he managed to miss him slip through the glass double doors of the entrance and now there was a missing name tag?
The facts added up, Russel assuming John merely rushed himself through the sign in because of his late arrival. Perhaps the tag was still sitting at the sign in table, waiting lonesomely for its owner to return.
“Um... John, you seem to be missing your name tag,” Russel mentioned, pointing vaguely at the man’s chest. “Did you forget to pick up when you came in?”
If the light-haired man decided not to return to sign in to fetch the missing tag, Russel would not question it. Names were already exchanged and the beginning of their interaction was operating smoothly. The tags felt unnecessary once names were provided given the type of event. Speed dating would have been an entirely different story. The question asked prompted more skepticism on the bespectacled man’s face, although, he allowed the inquiry to pass. Most people assumed these events were attended for a pursuit of a relationship, loving or otherwise.
“Well... mostly because I feel a bit lonely sometimes, so I guess I’m hoping to find someone nice,” Russel explained awkwardly. “Are you here for the same reasons?”
Reciprocating the question felt natural, therefore, Russel accomplished it despite the awkwardness. Perhaps it was dating rust or his lack of ability in small talk? It was difficult to say.
True things had gotten off to a rough start. But Dane was confident in his abilities to try and salvage the situation. After all his job was on the line. How hard could having a date be. If the man hadn't seen through his previous lies then perhaps he actually stood a chance. Though he couldn't be sure until the man spoke up. So he kept his eyes trained on his features in the meantime. Trying to observe any subtle hints that he may have been found out. Though… He hadn't really considered what would happen if he was.
Sure he would lose his job. That was obvious. But what about the fellow. How would he react? Danes brow rose slightly as he began considering the fact that he may get a stern shouting from more than one person if he were to fail. It caused him to let out a small sigh, breaking his character for just a moment. And then the facade was back. Eyes trailing back to Russel as he spoke up. And with his words, came a smile from Danes lips. Perhaps he hadn't struck out just yet. "I'm sure it just happened to be unfortunate timing." Dane replied. Giving a soft shrug as he did so.
Yet just as he felt like things were going good. Russel went and threw another wrench into his gears. Finally bringing up the missing name tag. Outward Dane remained calm. Yet inside he was beginning to panic. "Yeah.. I must've. Missed it." He somewhat stuttered out with a nervous chuckle. It wasn't really the fact that he was missing his nametag that was worrying him though. It was how he had gotten to the table.
It hadn't even occurred to him until Russel had mentioned the table at the entrance. The whole structure to the occasion. If he hadn't passed by it, then well.. How did he find his table? The realization caused his chest to rise and fall slowly with heavy breaths. All he could do was hope, no, pray that the man wouldn't figure it out himself. The next few moments his mind was filled with haphazard plans. Loosely fitting plots. Like a white noise taking over his mind as he desperately searched for some sort of contingency. Only to be broken out of it by the man's final words. "...here for the same reasons?"
The phrase stuck with him while none of the man's other words had seemed to hit their mark. "Uhm.. yeah I uh.." He said grasping at his collar softly. Unsure of what the man had to say. Dane began to feel flustered, in a way he hadn't felt in quite a long time. 'Is.. is this embarrassment?' He thought to himself. Doing his best to try and calm his nerves, yet it wasn't quite working. "I just.. uh.. ex-excuse me for a moment." He stuttered out.
Though their date had barely just begun, Dane was suddenly standing up from the table. An only.. somewhat concerned look on his face as he turned toward the door. And in an instant he was making his way through the sea of tables and out the door. Once outside he dropped his act completely. Letting out a heavy sigh and running his fingers through his hair. 'Shit, stupid tag, stupid boss, stupid date..' He thought. Frantically digging into his coat pocket with one hand. After a moment he found what he was looking for, and he proceeded to pull a cigarette and lighter out from within the fabric. Without hesitation he popped the stick of nicotine in his mouth and lit it. Taking a few deep drags as he leaned up against the building. "I'm totally going to lose my job…" He muttered out loud to himself.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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In Russel's mind there was nothing particularly wrong with the situation. Honestly, the forensic was pleased his date arrived and joined him at the table. The longing to quench the loneliness in his heart for an evening existed in minor emotions. Hidden beneath his cynicism and pain was somebody desiring love and to know he genuinely cared for him. Even if mere friendship was formed, Russel hope he would feel a tad better. Throughout his volatile relationship, self-worth was demolished and replaced with endless insecurity, pain and upset.
The inconsistencies were peculiar, however, Russel shoved them away as desire outweighed logic. He believed they were both searching for some type of relationship, whether it become a friendship or something intimate would be discovered later. The forensic gently pushed his glasses up, displaying no signs of concern. Until his date released an unexpected sigh which prompted the bespectacled man to stiffen. Was he not being a satisfactory date? Briefly, the dark-haired awkwardly bit his lip before releasing it.
A deep inhale and exhale was accomplished as he concerned himself with inadequacy. Was he not what his date wished for? The mention of unfortunate timing was greeted with a weak smile and a nod, uncertain about the situation. Their date worsened when his date awkwardly responded to the name tag information. Quickly, Russel's face dropped as he glanced away, worried his words destroyed his chances at a relationship. Immediately, he began chastising himself for mentioning the name tag. He should have allowed the incident to slide.
As a forensic, Russel managed to notice the tenseness accompanied by the nervousness was easily picked up on through the stutters and reactions of the man. The signs were worrying and manifested into endless concerns as he attempted to appear charming for his date. When his eyes locked on John again, he watched as he grabbed his collar, nervously speaking. A mere moment later, the man stuttered out an excuse him. His date stood, retreating from their table and heading out the door. A frown touched Russel countenance.
There was a sadness to the way his shoulders slumped as he consumed himself with thoughts of making a mistake. He should have kept his damn mouth shut...
Another long drag from his cigarette, another sigh. It was like no matter what he did, or what he thought of he couldn't calm his nerves. What was wrong with him? He was usually calm under pressure. Cool headed and alert. So why in the hell was something as simple as a little 'date' throwing him off so much?
He let out a deep grumble. Doing his best to try and gather his thoughts. "Ok.. calm down. He's still there at least right? You still have your job right? So just go back in there and… show him a good time or something." Even the idea itself caused Dane to visibly slump against the wall more. Wishing the night could just be over already. Yet, he still had work to do.
With a heavy sigh the silver haired male reached down and snubbed out what was left of his cigarette on the side of the building. Dropping it and turning back toward the door in one smooth motion. He stepped inside and glanced upward across the room to see the man sitting there and.. "Shit!Shit!Shit! No.. can't do this." He froze up there for a moment, a hand raising to his chest to quell his heavy breaths. All the while hoping the man hadn't noticed him. After a moment he let out a final heavy sigh, eyes closing as he focused on getting back into character.
That charmer's smile crossed his lips once more as he waltzed back to the table. Giving Russel a nod as he returned. "Sorry about that." He said with a soft chuckle. Slowly taking his seat at the table once more. "I hope you don't think less of me for leaving. Now shall we continue from where we left off?"
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Sensitivity was a vile ailment birthed from Russel’s nasty situation with his ex-boyfriend. Cynicism and endless insecurities mingled into a malicious monster who plagued his head. In his date’s absence, the bespectacled forensic found it difficult to resist those abhorrent thoughts. He believed his date wanted nothing to do with him. Why else would John arrive late or abruptly leave? His hands clasped together, fingers intertwining as Russel inhaled a deep breath before releasing it slowly. Maybe he should leave… his date would probably have more fun without him asking his stupid questions.
A frown breached his face and a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Maybe he should have never signed up to attend this blind date. Instinctively, Russel squeezes his hands, eyes locked on the edge of his table. Things were already not going well for their interaction, so why would it get better? His heart trembled with endless concerns about being adequate enough to suffice his random date. He knew he was not a good date, so he should release his date from this burden, right? Eventually, his date returned, a charming smile across his lips as he approached to join the table again.
A fragile smile touched Russel's expression, however, he failed to straighten his posture. The forensic was hesitant to bring up what his eyes noticed, but as the man questioned, he sighed. His eyes refused to meet John's as he prepared to surrender his conquest for company.
"Listen... if you don't want to continue this just say so," he mumbled. "I know I'm not a good date..."
Perhaps he was looking too much into the previous actions. However, the situation he arrived from involved endless derogatory comments laced with a venomous bite. Thinking of himself with value proved to be difficult for the broken man, thus his sensitivity to the actions being taken.
With slight reluctance Dane took his seat at the table once more, eyeing his 'date' as he did so. Yet as he looked upon the man he could tell something was off. He knew his sudden disappearance was unnerving, but this seemed different. As if Russel perhaps had something else on his mind. And after a few moments it started to become clear that the man was having doubts about the whole arrangement. Causing a slight bit of panic in the half blooded lycan. With a soft sigh he raised a hand to his collar and tugged on the fabric a little. Listening as the male attempted to end their date early.
"No I…" He felt himself getting caught up on his words a little, unsure of what to say to the man. "I've been the bad date." His eyes farted off to the side as he knew he was about to regret doing this. "I've been lying to you.. thinking this would work. Acting like this wasn't some stupid idea." He said raising one hand to rub at his forehead softly. Knowing that the man would likely start freaking out any minute."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. I'm really not the date you want."
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Awkwardness suffocated Russel as he decided to ‘free’ his date from his obnoxious existence. He manifested discomfort with the actions he took and the questions he brought forth. The bespectacled man struggled with dates... Florence’s nasty treatment throughout the course of their abusive relationship damaged Russel in unspeakable ways. Those subtle actions were taken as disinterest, manifesting an aching sensation inside his stomach. He felt uncomfortable about the circumstances and his lack of confidence consumed him like a ravenous wolf.
Why should he think anything good would have arrived from this situation? Trepidation lurked inside Russel’s heart as he stood from the table. He wanted to leave and not cause a large scene out of the situation. Perhaps he was over-reacting, yet, scars maimed his torn out heart, making it seemingly impossible to believe he would be a wonderful date. When his date spoke, Russel’s eyes remained locked on the centerpiece of the table. They fixated on the elegant mixture of pink and red delicately arranged inside the bouquet.
Confusion flickered as Russel’s eyes soon locked onto the man. John was lying? This entire time... the date was some kind of lie. A frown dropped onto the seer’s face as he became a little bitter, arms crossing.
“Lying about what?” He asked, voice quiet.
The circumstances were concerning and now Russel desired more information. He wanted to understand what was happening, both from the simmering vexation constricting his chest.
A dryness began to fill Danes throat as he sat there at the table. He really didn't have any intention of attending any more of the dinner. He was feeling awkward enough as is. But being forced to lie to this man. Trying to give him some sort of false hope. It was eating him up inside.
His eyes darted around the room for a few moments. Seemingly checking his surroundings. Before he turned back toward his 'date'. He let out a quiet sigh. Doing his best to remain calm and not start a scene in front of everyone else. Let alone his boss. Then suddenly, his date sprung to his feet. Leaving Dane slightly stunned. Though he should have expected as much after what he had just told him.
He could feel the eyes of the other guests on him, staring at their table. His head lowered slightly as he tried to think of some way to salvage this situation. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears as Russel questioned him further. And in a moment of pure desperation, he snapped. Suddenly he stood up from the table as well. Using his surprise he made his way over to the man and hooked one of his arms around the man's own. "Don't yell." He said quietly, though his voice had an aura of intimidation to it.
"We talk, outside." As he spoke he took a step forward, giving the man's arm a slight tug as he did so as if to say 'get moving'. He honestly hated to do something like this. Playing the big bad wolf. But he needed to take control of the situation, even if it was by force.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Butterflies fluttered in Russel's stomach as he stood, listening as his date mentioned a lie. Was he already dating another individual? The thought sent a sickening sensation to the bespectacled man's gut as he watched John. There was a chance the man signed up, got in a relationship, than was unable to cancel, however, that thought did not flutter through Russel's head. Rather, memories of Florence's cruelness echoed in his mind as he remembered that day... The day he returned home early from work and walked in on them in the bedroom.
Clothesless and accomplishing vile actions of cheating atop their bed... The place where they were supposed to lie together, man and man, in love with one another. Cheating in the game of love was beyond the most wretched act an individual could accomplish to their partner, at least, in Russel's opinion. On that day, the forensic found himself feeling worthless, as though he was not good enough for that LUSTFUL BASTARD! Quietly, he waited for an explanation, resisting the urge to start a scene in the restaurant.
Surprisingly, his date rose, roping an arm around, tone turning intimidating as he tugged Russel towards the door. A steady glare in his eyes, the forensic followed, concerned about the occurrences once they exited the building. Each step was matching, their positioning suggesting a lucky pairing leaving earlier, but their expressions a contrast of those narratives. Every step brought them closer to the double doors and away from the main area of the date. When they met those doors, Russel assisted with pushing them open.
The moment they escaped the prying eyes of the other participants, Russel tried to withdraw his arm, being forceful if necessary.
"Now what the hell are you lying about?! I swear if you are in a relationship already," The bespectacled man growled.
As somebody who felt the emotional pains of being betrayed, Russel despised those types of people. In fact, if John admitted that being the truth, he was fully prepared to give a sharp kick to the shin.
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