Valentine's Day - Couple 6

[boss2]

Two people enter from opposite sides of the room. The room just screams romance in every way possible. It is huge, colored solely in red and pink. The room contains various sofas and loveseats, as well as red roses gallore. And there is soft music playing, perfect for dancing.

It is clear that the two people did not plan on coming here, but were sent here. Baby Cupid remains hidden above, and after taking notice of the two people now in the room, he fires an individual arrow at the gentleman, then the lady. Both of them are now temporarily in love with eachother.

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[rhoden]

...

...NO.

All it had taken was one look around the room for Rhoden to realize that she had, in fact, died somewhere, somehow (for the second time) and gone to Hell. Or, that's what she'd wanted to think, but her inability to ignore logic urged her try again. Well, before arriving... here -- wherever 'here' was at this point Rhoden was unaware, not to mention unamused -- ever so violently and against her will, mind you, she had been resting peacefully within the comfortable confines of her home system. After a long day of wrecking characteristically Heartless havoc on unsuspecting worlds, some semblance of a break didn't seem like too much for a tired, dark entity to ask. But no, (see above). Momentarily after she'd began to close her heavy eyes, Rhoden found herself not in the warm embrace of sleep, but awaking abruptly to the sudden state of falling through an open, dark corridor and being spat out wildly through the threshold of an unfamiliar, closed door. Rhoden could vividly remember her unsightly state of self as a disoriented, scrambled heap of black and yellow black and yellow strewn across the floor mere moments ago. Unfortunately for her, it was going to take some time for her to forget the ever so debasing image of herself. At the very least, Rhoden was composed now, though she couldn't say for certain how long that was going to last.

Amidst the plethora of pink and red nonsense littered about the room, Rhoden stood awkwardly beneath a notably annoying string of cutout hearts hanging overhead. If this was some kind of joke, Rhoden was unamused. "..not the hearts I'm after," she mumbled incoherently, wishing every heart on the chain an equal dose of ill-will. Rhoden had seen a fair share of real hearts that day, claiming one after another with as much as ease the last. Now that she thought about it, they might as well have been handed to her; was there a reason that everyone seemed to be wearing their heart on their sleeve as of late? She may have heard something about a holiday, but Rhoden normally payed no mind to frivolous, human festivities. Resisting the urge to swat wildly at the makeshift paper hearts, Rhoden turned back toward the undoubtedly meager remains of the door in which she'd just flown through... only to find that where she had expected a gaping, 'Rhoden'-sized hole, was a fully intact wooden door -- naturally, it had to be pink too. Disgruntled, Rhoden stormed over to the aforementioned door, her interest in figuring out how she had gotten here had long since shifted into how exactly she was going to leave. As she moved to the turn the.. heart-shaped doorknob, she was met with yet another hurdle; in spite of her fervent, vicious jamming and shaking she wrought upon the handle, it wouldn't budge. Albeit put off, Rhoden exhaled heavily, regaining her long lost state of calm. No matter; the tangibility of the door was no match for the blonde woman via digitized form.

Only, just as Rhoden was about to hightail it out of there, she heard a noise stemming from the opposite side of the spacious room. Spinning her head around, her eyes darted wildly in search of the source, thought it wasn't exactly easy to see much of anything except pink and red among all of the frilly crap in the room. However, after a momentary struggle to do so, Rhoden had indeed found the source of the noise. The unfamiliar figure of a man could be seen near another door on the other side of the room. Rhoden payed no mind to the male; why hadn't she noticed that door earlie--"OW!" the Heartless yelped uncharacteristically, stumbling at the impact of something sharp and completely objectionable coming into contact with her butt. Fully intent on unleashing her rage, Rhoden reverted her attention back to the man whilst caressing the injury awkwardly. However, upon meeting his... smoldering gaze, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Instead...

"Hubba, hubba,"

[zell]

Zell had just been showing off some kick-ass moves to some kids in Balamb town on his T-board when some freaky portal thing gobbled him up. Now, he had expected/hoped that the pulsating black portal which had practically sucked the soul from his body would have taken him to some creepy hell-hole full of monsters needing an ass-whooping... Not some sissy living room that Selphie would have went nuts over.

He thumped across the floor, laying sprawled in the plush red carpet for what felt like an hour as he groaned. His nose felt like it had been broken - not by the fall, but by the overwhelming scent of roses and lavender. What was with all this romantic crap? It wasn't that he didn't have a romantic side - far from it. Secretly he had a deep love for romcoms (a secret only Selphie knew about after he had borrowed her collection.) Yet it wasn't like he could show anyone he was into this crap - especially not to what ever creepy stalker dude had dragged him here. Besides, he hated the smell of lavender.

Jumping to his feet, he rubbed his hand against the back of his head, looking around for whoever had summoned him here. Weird, there didn't seem to be anyone around - just a load of pink and red cushions with cute little smiley animals on them. Shrugging, he threw himself onto one of the couches. Oh man! It was so soft and bouncy - almost as good, if not better, than the seats they gave SeeDs. Despite being garish and incredibly ugly, someone had put a lot of money and effort into making up this room.

He stopped bouncing, the dread seeping in again. Who would do this? Leaning back, he sighed. Well, it probably wasn't malicious - no doubt it was just some stalker at the Garden. His face brightened a little, maybe it was that girl who worked in the library. Yeah, that would be a nice Valentines surprise - a hell of a lot better than what would no doubt happen. He could see it now, a shrivelled up old guy wearing nothing but a tea-towel coming out of the other side of the room.

Shoving himself back up to his feet, he punched the air and moved about on his toes impatiently. Yeah, he'd show that old perv and teach him to sedate his victims next time. God what was with that awful music? It made him want to puke out rainbows and unicorns and fluffy elves in pink panties.

Hmm?

Hearing another thud, he looked over towards another door. A women was getting to her feet. Blonde. He hated blondes. So was this his stalker? She looked a little too overconfident in herself to do something like this and she really didn't look like she was from the Garden. Scratching his head again, he was about to make his way over when, "OH HELL!"

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Something really sharp and pointy and painful as hell was sticking out the side of his ribs. His body relaxed after the initial pain faded however. His pupils dilated, and his steps grew more elegant and confident as he moved towards the lady. Her voice caressed him, and a gloved hand found itself taking her own as gently as he could.

"Yo, gorgeous. Wanna dance?"[/b] [/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]

[rhoden]

Without a doubt, Rhoden knew that the harvest of uncharted emotions flourishing within her was at the sole hands of this complete stranger. (Actually the winged, contriving infant was to blame here, but what she didn't know might not piss her off.) Rhoden was displeased, but maybe not entirely averse to acknowledging these feelings. Love, perhaps? Whether or not that was even possible for.. someone like her.. she wasn't entirely certain, but with all of the obvious signs, she didn't see room for any other explanation. When you know, you know, right? At least, that's what they say. Being the rational person that Rhoden is, she reasoned that it might just be best to make sure, despite her confidence in her assumption. Now, what else was it gurus tend to say about knowing you're in love? Nerves were playing a role here, as the palms of her hands began to get clammy; at least they might have, had secretion even been possible for the non-human. Well, her other priorities had taken a backseat because of this man -- like demanding an explanation for everything or getting the hell out of there. Through the good times and bad, lovers stayed together, right? Although blind to his own standpoint, Rhoden found herself at an aggravating juncture and she still had yet to leave. To top it all off, she'd already made compromises with this man; for the time being, she wasn't going to attack him -- a sure sign of affection to any self respecting Heartless. With one final subconscious tick on the old cerebral checklist, she settled happily into her verdict. Oh, she was in love alright; Rhoden was absolutely, positively, indubitably, beyond a doubt in love with... his heart.

Let's face it, her kind didn't care about anything else, no matter how much this particular blonde would've liked to believe she was some sort of exception to the 'Heartless' criterion. His heart was the prize here, not so much the man, and Rhoden had found herself completely smitten by this distinct fraction of his being. However, her situation couldn't be helped -- no thanks to aforementioned holiday icon, no doubt fluttering off to insert himself into the affairs of many more unsuspecting clay pigeons -- something (coughobsessioncough) had overrun Rhoden's normally functional ability to control herself or act natural. Notably, her somewhat disoriented state of self was what allowed the stranger to take her hand in his without her consent (and then by extension free himself of violent protesting on her part, to which he was probably thankful). The apathetic woman was unaccustomed to tenderness and affection in every possible way, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to respond rationally -- not with these frantic, foreign emotions threatening to burst from within her. Doing her very best to restrain any otherwise tasteless comments from spewing out of her mouth this time around, Rhoden opted for a small smile as she settled comfortably into the grasp of his gloved hand. It was a nice feeling for her, not to mention a new experience, however pitiful that might be; her essentially 'lifeless' flesh went untouched for the most part. She wasn't exactly torn up about it, but she did appreciate the gesture.

"Yo, gorgeous. Wanna dance?"

Oh, right, he had asked her a question. Lifting her gaze up toward his own, she allowed the request to sink in for a moment. He wanted to dance? Dancing was something else she had never found the time nor interest in doing. Then again, Rhoden never sought out opportunities to do things that were 'fun' on a normal basis, so it wasn't entirely surprising to find something else she'd never participated in. Today must have been special somehow, as it seemed to be full of anomalies and new experiences for her. However, unlike your average amateur, she remained indifferent about diving straight into unfamiliar territory. Where Rhoden lacked in experience she could surely make up for with grace. The music in the room, however, persisted unpleasantly into Rhoden's ears, but she would make quick work of that. In a rather forward manner, she minimized the proximity between herself and her partner, whilst positioning her free arm around his neck in the same motion. Her head then found a comfortable spot nestled against the leftmost region of his chest, allowing her eyes to drift shut as she listened to the rhythmic beating. So much better. "Yes," she breathed contently in response to his question. To hell with Kingdom Hearts, this puppy was hers.