LET'S PLAY A LOVEGAME!, pavi dear!

[SYBIL MARX]

THE STORY OF US ALWAYS STARTS THE SAME ,
WITH A BOY AND A GIRL AND A HUH AND A GAME.

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It was a party like no other. She had never seen so many flashing lights, beautiful people, and scandal so much in one place. Coming to the opera house always reminded Sybil that she was way too sheltered for her own good. The life of the city was everything she wanted, and everything she feared all wrapped in one. On one side, there was the parties, loads of people, and tons of opportunities, but on the other side there was prostitution, drugs, and lots of unnecessary and unprotected sex going on. Whenever she came to the city, Sybs was split between the fun and the danger. And tonight was no different.

It was a rare occasion that Sybs could find the time to get herself to the opera. Even though there wasn't a lot going on in her life at the moment, Sybs had taking a night to just enjoy the opera, which lasted so long that she would wind back home in the early hours of the morning. Not that she minded, for she deeply loved the opera, especially when Blind Mag sang. Mag was one hell of a singer, who captivated everyone with her melodies. And Sybs was certainly no different. She would sit in awe at the singer,her mouth a slack and her mind totally unaware of the perverted glances she often and received at the opera house. Those glances came from many men, mainly the ones that had never seen her before and were confused by such a young woman who looked like a school girl would be enjoying the opera. But there was one pervert that Sybil had noticed more than once.

Sybil had met Pavi Largo during her first trip to the opera house, a few months prior. It had been a short met, for Sybs was quickly scared off by the face that he had attached to his own. Sure, she had heard of him and his love for women's faces, but she didn't really think that was so...literal. So one could only imagine the great shock the little lady had when she first saw Pavi Largo, face and all. Over time, she got used to it, and eventually began to have conversations with him. Though, they were more of her teasing him and he hitting on her. The attention Sybil got from Pavi was something she wasn't exactly used to, and in a strange way, she kind of liked it.

Sybil managed to get her way into the opera house without having to deal with the flashes and the crowds, and eventually found herself a seat. Quietly she sat, not too close and not too far away from the grand stage. With a soft plop, the little woman made herself comfortable, letting her light blue gown flow down to the floor. She had dressed herself as well as she could for this, for she knew that when one goes to the opera, one dresses in style. So, she had let her hair fall curly down her back, caramel curls that were a rarity among bleach blonds and neon colored vixens of today. With a soft sigh, Sybs glanced around and watched as everyone began to take their seats, ready for the show to begin. Soon enough the house was full and Sybs was no longer sitting alone, surrounded by happy, loud people. A stir of excitement rose in her stomach as she stared at the stage, remembering that she hadn't even looked at the bill to see who was performing tonight. She would soon find out.

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CREDIT TO ?! SPARKS AT CAUTION 2.0
TUNES ?! FULL MOON by THE BLACK GHOSTS
TAGGING ?! LE PAVI, CAUSE 10 OUT OF 9 SAY SO!
STATUS ?! THIS IS FINITO, BURRITO. : D
WORD COUNT ?! LOTS OF LITTLE WORDIES
NOTES ?! WELL ISN'T THIS JUST TERRIBLE! IT'LL GET BETTER I SWEAR!

[PAVICHE LARGO]

·YOU GOT RED LIPS SNAKES IN YOUR EYES·
,, THE CUTEST ASS I'VE EVER SEEN KNOCK ME DOWN FOR A SIX ANYTIME

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Oh, this opera shit. Pavi wasn't sure how much more of it he could stand in this short amount of time. He felt like everything was about the opera these days. All Pavi could hear his father talk about was the opera, the opera. Oh yes, and did he mention Shilo? Yes, it was all about Shilo and the opera. "The Opera needs this!" "We need Shilo!" "Somebody make sure Mag can sing!" "Somebody get Shilo to the Opera!" Blah, blah, blah. Pavi didn't care. Since when did he care about a minor? She was insignificant in his life, and just when Pavi thought that he managed to creep back into his father's good side, her came little Shilo Wallace. Oh how Pavi would love nothing more than to carve her precious little face off and make Nathan watch as he had the genterns attach it over his own. Pavi was sure he could wear the little wretch's face much better than she did. Besides, look at what Marni had done to dearest father: left him at the alter. How dare she? Were the woman still alive, Pavi surely would have done away with her himself. There was no doubt. Pavi would do anything for his father, or perhaps he would do anything for GeneCo. Luigi idolized father, it seemed, as Pavi idolized Mag a little bit more. Mag was gorgeous, what a lovely face she had. Pavi could have pulled off that face, he thought. Though, he could do without those strange eyes of hers. Pavi liked his own gorgeous eyes just fine. Many people complimented his eyes, and Pavi took great pride in that. It was the only real part of his body that anybody seemed to compliment. It gave him nice feelings, to know people found something about him actually attractive. It was all part of the neediness he had... and the craving for attention.

Tonight was another opera, and Pavi was not on the bill for this one. Instead, he was helping with Luigi to get the crowds going, at least in the beginning. Pavi had been known to drift off during the show, which he did on several occasions. If he were to spot a fresh, young face in the crowd, Pavi often walked away from his family backstage to go and chat up the little slice. He had done it before, he would certainly do it again. There were also times when Pavi would just choose to run off with a gentern and knock boots backstage in one of the dressing rooms. He was sure that the security cameras would catch it. Those poor old, useless security men would have a fun time with that one, now wouldn't they? Of course they would. Pavi knew it would be an enjoyable watch, especially for men who got no play. They could live vicariously through the Pavi's actions as they watched him fuck a gentern senseless over a grainy security tape. He was sure they sat there and watched. Those poor old men needed something to beat off to, correct? He may as well give them what they all wanted, anyway. Pavi was only doing those poor old men a favor, he knew that. His father, however, wasn't so understanding. Rotti Largo never understood why Pavi slept around, why he needed to feel womens' faces against his own disfigured skin. He would never understand, would he? Never understand the light friction between the smooth skin of the removed face and the rough, textured, scarred skin that covered his own. Rotti thought him to be crazy. Pavi wasn't crazy. He was... different, that was all. Pavi knew he wasn't insane. It could be a lot worse.

The Opera was starting, and Pavi was already bored. Nothing was going on that was catching his eye. The genterns were all on stage or working the technical aspects of the show. He couldn't distract them. That would have ruined the show, and Rotti would cause all kinds of ruckus and blame Pavi for the show messing up. Not to mention, there would be all kinds of accusations about how Pavi sabotaged the show out of his jealousy. Then, the conversation would escalate to Rotti telling Pavi about how worthless he was and how Pavi was just an embarrassment to the family. However, he didn't feel alone in this. Rotti gave the same thing to Luigi and Amber. Rotti had even told Amber once that was disgusting. How much worse could it get? At least Pavi wasn't disgusting. He would rather be worthless than disgusting, that was for damn sure. Pavi overlooked most things that his father said, or at least he tried. Over the years, things like that had affected him enough. At this point, Pavi wasn't sure that much else could eat away as his subconscious. He was already a headcase, that much he knew, though it wasn't something that he was going to publicly jump out and announce. Why would he want to tell the world about his mental issues? Sure, they were interesting, and he would get plenty of publicity off of it. However, this was not the kind of press coverage that GeneCo needed at this point. They also didn't need articles about how Pavi had stolen the face off of an old school teacher, but he had. It was old news, though it still hadn't seemed to escape the grasp of the media. They still clung to it like a child to a blanket. Did they not have a better story? He assumed not.

As crowded as the room was, Pavi still managed to spot a familiar face as he scanned his eyes over the crowd. Sybil Marx. What a pretty girl, what a perfect face. Pavi loved her face. He would have loved it even more on him, but he wouldn't do that. He wasn't bored with her yet. It wasn't until he got bored with her that he would try to take her face. Sybil could still use hers for a little while longer. Besides, Rotti was already displeased with the middle Largo child. He decided that he would take it easy for now. As his father wasn't attentive to him right now, Pavi managed to slink right out of the stage area and into the audience. He searched row upon row for the girl he had spotted from ht wings. Coming upon her row, Pavi forcefully walked through, nearly forcing the person next to her remove themselves and find another seat. Pavi wanted this one. Gracefully and casually, Pavi sunk into the chair, small, sly smile peering out from behind the extra face. "Why, Sybil Marks," he said with a mock-sound of surprise. "What a surprise to see you here, and looking so... lovely," Pavi said, noting to her dress.

STATUS; finished!
TAG; tori!
MUSIC; body language -- queen
WORDS; 1135 words!
CREDITS; SAFA ! of caution 2.0 for the template !

[SYBIL MARX]

THE STORY OF US ALWAYS STARTS THE SAME ,
WITH A BOY AND A GIRL AND A HUH AND A GAME.

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"Why, Sybil Marks. What a surprise to see you here, and looking so... lovely."

Sybil was pulled from her thoughts at the sultry voice coming from beside her; an all too familiar voice that she hadn't heard in some time. Glancing over she saw the infamous grinning two-face pervert sitting beside her, she wondered how he got the person beside her to move, but quickly remembered that he was a Largo, and getting what he wanted was an easy task. Sybil grinned at the sly smile that met her, recognizing the look Pavi gave to all the girls he wanted to...you know. Folding her arms, Sybs grin stretched from ear to ear as she leaned toward the Largo. ”Well, well, Mr. Largo,” she said as sultry as she could. Now for Sybil to sound sultry...well...she just couldn't. Her voice was too much like a school girl's to sound like a vixen's; it always had been. So her version of a sultry voice was more like a drag queen, if you can imagine one (you know, over-the-top sexiness, yeah...that'd be Sybs). ”What do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight, sir?” Sybil joked, giving a little laugh as she finsihed speaking. I

As everyone began to sit down, the lits dimmed and the curtains moved slightly. Sybil could see from her seat the tiny feet that scurried behind the red velvet curtain, signaling that the time for a show was near. Wiggling in her seat, Sybil made herself comfortable, glancing back over to Paviche Largo. Leaning close she whispered, ”Do you know who's performing tonight?” she asked, glancing back to the stage. She hoped it was Blind Mag, or at least someone decent, but then again, she was just grateful that she had time to come and enjoy a performance tonight. ”I didn't even think to look, I was just excited to get out of the house. It's not often that this little sheltered girl gets out, ya' know!” she whispered to Pavi as the curtains began to rise. Whomever was about to perform would hopefully be good, or else Sybil would have to spend her time flirting with the Pav-ster. Not that wouldn't anyway.

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CREDIT TO ?! SPARKS AT CAUTION 2.0 TUNES ?! FULL MOON by THE BLACK GHOSTS TAGGING ?! LE PAVI, CAUSE 10 OUT OF 9 SAY SO! STATUS ?! THIS IS FINITO, BURRITO. : D WORD COUNT ?! LOTS OF LITTLE WORDIES NOTES ?! GAHH, THIS IS TOO SHORT! SORRY BB =(

[PAVICHE LARGO]

·YOU GOT RED LIPS SNAKES IN YOUR EYES·
,, THE CUTEST ASS I'VE EVER SEEN KNOCK ME DOWN FOR A SIX ANYTIME

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As she spoke to him, a wide grin crept up on his face, shiny white teeth visible from the cut-out in his mask. Sometimes, he had faces that had cut-outs for his lips. Other times, his face came with lips that could be attached with a simple needle and thread, however, that would only be when Pavi planned on keeping his face for a long time. The Pavi did not want to subject himself to such pain were he just going to decide to remove the face in a matter of days. He much preferred the mouth-less faces he often had. Pavi often didn't actually like the lips of women. He felt a bit strange kissing a woman on the mouth with a pair of lips that had once belonged to another woman. The Pavi actually found it a bit odd to kiss a woman anywhere with a pair of lips that had once belonged to another woman. Now, Pavi was all for threesomes, but he wasn't the kind of man who found lesbians attractive. Girl-on-girl was just not something he had ever enjoyed. Now, his brother would probably disagree, but the sight of two women all over each other and kissing with tongues involved... well, the Pavi had seen it once or twice, and the two girls had certainly lost their appeal. That's not to say he didn't fuck them brainless anyway. He just never went back to them for sex again. He couldn't remember who they were, but Pavi was certain that they weren't genterns. Pavi wanted to think that they were two girls he had met at Club Oxy, since he was quite sure that his lovely genterns wouldn't do such things to him. They knew better than to pull that shit on the Pavi. They were his girls, and they knew his preferences better than any girls he had ever had the pleasure to have sex with.

"Well, let us just say that the show may be spectacular but the backstage is certainly less than that, bella," Pavi explained to her with a nod and an oddly placed flick of his slender wrist, a small glimpse of tattooed ink buried within his skin flashing as the sleeve of his coat jacket seemed to shrink back on him.

Her attempt at a sultry voice made Pavi wanted to laugh. However, he found it absolutely adorable. Mr. Largo had no problem attracting young women, that's for sure, but he loved the fact that she was so innocent. Innocence like hers seemed to only be found in children these days... and since a few mishaps earlier this year, Pavi was no longer legally allowed near minors, but that's an entirely different story. Long story short, Sybil Marx was the closest Pavi would ever be able to get to youth, truly beautiful youth. It was one of the most appealing things in the world. A young girl had the softest skin, a youthful glow, and yet Pavi found himself unable to even go near a girl so young as eighteen. It was a travesty, of course. Pavi missed touching the smooth skin of that girl... Or wait, no. He wasn't going to think about that. That was long ago, that was in the past. Why retouch old memories and crave for things long gone? Obviously, such things were never going to happen again, considering Pavi was not one who much wanted to be incarcerated. However, if he had his way, he would have killed Shilo Wallace by now and taken her face for his own. That wasn't a very nice thought to have, but it was true nonetheless. Pavi hated the little wretch with every fiber of his mangled, twisted being. He wanted nothing more than to take Luigi's knife and carve her youthful face off and put it on his own, feel that rush, that sensual feeling of the soft skin and moisture against his own horrid skin. He wouldn't dare leave his face unmasked in the public. However, if he could, he would publicly have Shilo Wallace's face placed over his own. But that was a far and most likely unattainable ideal, he knew. It would probably never happen.

At the question of who was to be on the bill for this evening, Pavi bit his lip for a moment in thought. He couldn't remember everybody. "Well, if the Pavi remembers correctly, the genterns will open the show with the orchestra director, but I know not what will go on in between, other than perhaps Amber and Mag at the end," Pavi recounted with a slight nod. He was on the bill for next week himself. Mag was on the bill for every show, and it was something that Pavi was somewhat jealous of, but he couldn't complain. At least he was more popular than his untalented little sister.

He quickly remembered that Sybil came from the sheltered side of town just as she had whispered the sentence to him. The girl was sorely missing out, Pavi soon decided, and he vowed that he would have to introduce her to all of the splendors of downtown life. How could she not enjoy herself? There were parties, the sex, the drugs and the drinking. People here simply didn't seem to care too much about what happened to them. In fact, they lived for the moment, just as Pavi liked to. Pavi was a Largo, meaning he got away with more than the normal person did in this city. He could get away with carving faces off and have no legal repercussions for it. Now, obviously, he had to worry about causing his father shame, but when it came to police, it didn't matter. The family had one of the best lawyers in the entire city. How could they not? They were the most powerful family in the world. Hell, the Largo family saved the world. The fucking peasants in this city owed their lives to the Largos, and when Pavi so much as stepped away from the rich and privileged people in the city, he considered everything he did charity work. If he so much as spoke to an addict on the streets, he considered it his good deed for the day. He had graced the mice with his presence, something that they didn't often get from him. Pavi preferred to stay amongst people of his own caliber, the rich and the beautiful, the privileged creatures of the night. Pavi loved his life. There was no doubt about it. Why would one in his position not in enjoy it? Well, perhaps if they got an STD there would be a downside, but Pavi had yet to contract one of those, so he was pretty well off so far.

"Bella, you really should get out more. You are sorely missing out on some great things. People would take to you out here, such a pretty lady like yourself," he said, inching somewhat closer to Sybil and snaking his arm around her, resting gently and softly stroking her skin with the light touch of his fingers. He was having a hard time, but he would have to contain himself... for now.

STATUS; finished!
TAG; tori!
MUSIC; body language -- queen
WORDS; 1195 words!
CREDITS; SAFA ! of caution 2.0 for the template !