Thank you SO much for the gorgeous picture of Exha below!
Less Talk, More Rokk by FreezepopDon't. Steal. Music. Plz.
Drink, and dance and laugh and lie,
Love the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
-Dorothy Parker
The.City
New York City.
During the day, it was at the same time charming and reckless; inviting and intimidating. All at once you could see the clear division between the rich and, well, everyone else. Those who had money and endless bank accounts flaunted it in every way imaginable - during the day, a Coach or Kate Spade purse hung on the shoulders of every daddy's girl and Jimmy Choos or Manolos forced a gruesomely beautiful, seductive sway to their too-small hips.
As the savvy New Yorkers sashayed up and down the pulsing promenade, guest pulled their plain black jacket closer around them and clutched a thick, stout book tighter and tighter until their knuckles blanched. The trusty and trendy Floxway's Guide to NYC had quipped on the designer fashion in one of the fashion capitals of the world, spewing names of places to shop, dine, or perch over a frappuccino and a copy of the Times. Since an objective of this trip was to thoroughly enjoy the weekend in the city, guest had spent the two months prior creating a nest egg via many dormant weekends with the OnDemand movies and Jiffy Pop (only a dollar per tin at Target). guest cast a glance at the book in their hands and toyed with the post-it notes hanging from each page. Their entire weekend was planned out on the two-by-two inch colored squares, and each place or event that guest was to hit had a significance to either them, the city, or both.
But this was it...guest was finally in New York City. After all that time at work; in that same, monotonous cubicle day in and day out. Sighing, the tourist let their fingers uncurl, inhaling so deeply that the smog-choked air seeped into every pore in their lungs. guest let out a sputtering cough as they bent over to rid the pollution from their bodies. A gruff
middle-aged man who'd been standing next to guest shot a dirty look at them, but after that did nothing else. Where guest came from, the locals would not only have physically recoiled, but also call the department of sanitation - just in case there was a rare strain of tuberculosis in their spit-up.Deciding that their escapade in the island smack-dab in the middle of Times Square was far overdone, guest looked at the haggard old woman next to them, mimicing the look of the old man minutes before, and rolled their eyes dramatically before looking to the street. Taxi cabs sped by in a surreally citrus blur - yellow with streaks of orange and blots of red. The few locals who drove their own cars looked far out of place and frightened out of their wits - the taxi-raised citizens of the busiest borough rarely strayed from the pay-by-ride vehicles. Almost nostalgically, guest thought of their rusted '99 Impala in the parking lot at the airport, and exhaled deeply. A flock of extremely beautiful teenagers who looked no older than high school paraded by, and guest couldn't help but gawk.
Each teen seemed to have been made by some sort of immaculate creation. From their freshly-styled hair to their pedicured, French-tipped toes there was not a single flaw. Beneath the neon glow of the Times Square lights, the vast and staggering amount of skin displayed caught the light and promised an exotic time with the God-created creature of the person's choosing. guest felt a sharp pang of jealousy at the foreign beauty of the adolescents, but felt the envy leave just as fast when the group turned almost as one and began to whisper cattishly amongst themselves.
Omigod. Look...over there!
guest almost turned to look, but only flushed a deeper shade of crimson when they realized the high schoolers were ripping apart their outfit from a distance. Their disgusted and mildly amused demeanors, which clearly read 'they shop at middle-class stores', were more than enough evidence that guest was clearly out of the New York Social circuit.
Since when did Saks sell trash like...that?
They don't, a particularly tall, peroxide blonde reassured her fretting and obviously very fashion-forward friend. There's no way in hell that anybody would shop there if they sold leather jackets. Omigod. She tossed her pin-straight hair and snapped her gum. Even the clerks would leave, and they, like, wouldn't have jobs.
And as if this were hilariously entertaining, the whole crew burst into laughter. guest, feeling suddenly aggrivated with the group, clenched both their
teeth and their fists, forcing their gaze toward the sidewalk before they could strike out at anyone.Come on, let's go, the tall blonde ringleader announced, apparantly finished tormenting guest. But before she herded her group away, the blonde made a point to toss her excessively thin waist, wrap her arm low on a strapping boy's waist, and make deliberate eye contact with guest.
guest, seething, scowled at the Flaxor's in their hand for just a moment. Their fingers were held poised in the air above the page, like vipers ready to strike, for a mere moment before the wind whipped the pages open to an article that lay unmarked. As guest read, their eyes lit up and a smirk pulled at their lips.
Hey, move out of the way! the bouncer roared above the crowd, his powerful arms serving as a blockade between the plush club entrance and the teeming masses outside. Jeers and taunts and all sorts of seductive offers were thrown his way, but the dark-skinned man flatly refused any of them. Once the crowd was managable for even a short amount of time, the security man would head back to his perch near the door, staring at the crowd as a border collie does to a flock of sheep. Maybe if one of the stupid animals moved, all of them would take suit and follow.
guest was already at the front of the line, rubbing self consciously at the leather jacket that had been criticized but two hours ago. They'd been chatting amiably enough with the bouncer to be slowly pulled to the front of the line for at least an hour and were anxious to to get inside after all the waiting.
With a subtle grin and a nod of his freshly-shaven
head, the bouncer clicked the maroon velvet rope open and beckoned guest inside. Nodding gratefully and making sure that the bouncer saw the sincerity in their eyes, guest strolled through the door. They were met by an onslaught of snooty remarks about their jacket, to which guest stripped off the leather coat and left it in the closet in the front. Beneath was a much more impressive outfit - black and posh from head to toe. This was much to the satisfaction of the writhing, grinding crowd that occupied the main space of the floor.After getting more than a little tipsy at the incredibly well-stocked bar, guest and their heightened self-confidence staggered over to the center of the room. In an inebriated state of euphoria, guest danced with both males and females in the tight vicinity, laughing as they kissed the cheek of a member of the opposite gender walking by. Intrigued by the enigmatic smile they'd gotten in return, guest stumbled after their love interest all the way to a sign that read 'Firefly V.I.P.'. Determined to find out more about this mysterious desire, guest completely ignored the sign and clambered over the red velvet rope.
The back room was totally different. The entire decor theme was gold and red, very Oriental with its ivory and even the occasional jade decoration. A single tapestry dominated the scene though, one of a Buddha laughing in a pond of lotus flowers. There were overstuffed couches and loveseats in here, as well as booths for two. The sound of laughter reached their ears, and guest blinked, swiveled their head to the right, and grinned luridly at...
...a dog.
Two dogs, to be more precise; clearly male and female. The male, white and blue, had his head tilted back as the black-and-pink female nuzzled his neck. Every few seconds, her translucent pink wings fluttered gently, and she'd flick her tail and laugh and enjoy the male's company. Both fascinated and mildly horrified that there were two canines necking in the hippest club in the city, let alone in the V.I.P. room, guest stepped boldly forward to the two dogs. The two dogs turned their eyes away from each other and focused them on the oncoming human. Neither seemed teriffically upset by guest's presence, though a rough hand behind them did.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! they barked at guest, grabbing them roughly by the shirt. This sign says V.I.P. - doesn't that mean anything to you?
guest blinked, fumbling for words. Well...I dunno...
If it don't mean anything now, it will real soon... the security guard growled, cracking his knuckles. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Whoa, the white dog announced, holding up a paw. Easy with the guest, man. They haven't done anything yet.
But sir, they just barged right past the rope and...
I said get your hands off them! the male shouted, ears against his head in frustration. Now get out of here!
Much like a defeated...dog, the security guard ran away with his tail between his legs. guest, stupefied, looked back to the two canines. Both were whispering angrily about the lack of manners in security guards.
Thanks, guest mumbled, hopefully sounding grateful for what they'd done for them. I didn't mean to cause trouble...I'll leave...No. After the command the female shook her head. You're not doing any harm. Though your outfit could use some work, honey. Just for next time, okay?
Had it been anyone else who'd been so openly disdainful about their outfit (save for the pretties in Times Square), guest would have been downright offended. But with the female's secudtive Jamaican accent and heavy-lidded eyes, there was nothing that could bring guest to be upset with her.
Okay. I'll stay, I guess.
The female raised her brows. But just what are you doing back here anyway? Except for the fact that this is the single hottest place in the city! Any seriousness her voice had contained slipped away, carried to some distant place at the mere mention of how deliriously cool this club was. I, like, LIVE here.
I'm Kogan, by the way, the white dog said in a slow, syrupy voice. He extended a paw, expecting a shake (which guest gave). I'm the owner of this fine establishment.
Owner? guest asked in disbelief.
Kogan grinned. Yep. And this little cutie here, he kissed the female's cheek, is the scout of the city's locations. Her boss is the vortex of the social world and Exha here is her eyes, ears, and mouth.
Upon her name, the lupess' ears pricked up and her eyes drank in guest once more. Sheepish because of her scrutiny, the human averted their gaze to the floor as to avoid any more nit-picking of their flaws. Whatever they were--except for their glaring lack of fashion, according to several--were now on display for this faerie-winged canine to bring up front.
Oh Kogan, please... Exha batted her eyes. Her voice was two-toned; playful yet modest. guest wasn't sure what she was aiming for. You flatter me far too much. I wouldn't exactly say that I'm Susan's everything important. That would be haughty of anyone to assume.
guest scratched their head and looked about the room nervously. Nobody seemed particularly interested in the fact that guest was engrossed in conversation with two canines, the masculine of the two now toying with the beautiful curly bangs of the female half. Exha. That was her name, and said with such decadence that it made guest feel comfortable when she smiled. After all, the way her lips turned up coyly at the corners and the way her flashing magenta eyes focused on the entire world with confidence, and then at you with such intentness, it was hard not to be drawn to her. Regardless of species.
...Oh please, she groaned, though still flirted with Kogan. Let's take the focus off of me and talk to our visitor here.
Startled, guest poked a finger to their chest. Me? Then she laughed that delightful laugh, one that jingled irresistably and embraced the sweet Jamaican accent, and shook her head. No, mon! I'm talking about him over there! Of course you!
As the color shot to their cheeks, Kogan sidled off the loveseat somewhat regretfully and nodded at Exha and guest. Sorry to leave you, but I have some business to attend to. As he said this, his eyes wandered over to a group of...more attractive female canines lounging on couches somewhere else. Feel free to chill here, though, man. And just tell me or Exha if you get crap from anyone. We'll set 'em straight. And with a final nod, Kogan was off to the cluster across the room. Exha sighed and left the space that Kogan had occupied vacant.
You can sit here if you'd like, she offered, nodding to the love seat. Then she bore her pearly whites in one of those dazzling smiles. I don't believe I got your name. You are?
guest, still wary of talking to the dog, mumbled their name and laughed nervously. Exha shook her head.
Nice to meet you, guest. Now come over here, and we can just...you know...chill.
Personal.Info
Name: ExhaAge: Early twenties [22-24]
Zodiac: Leo
Accent: Heavy
Birthplace: Saint Michaels, Barbados
Current Location: New York City // Shukumei
Vocation: Party planner [Pulse]
Personality: Competitive, virulent, condescending, fickle
Love: ...♥
Children: Believe it or not, I want kids someday
Family: Zelju, Nuize, Jaluery, Xenshrii [all fosters; the rest are back home in Barbados]
Caretaker: Tori
Fate: Car accident
Job.Description
It's only natural for me to assume that you have questions. A dog is here, only one of the coolest places in New York City? Sitting in the V.I.P. lounge while some tangle of people party on the main floor?Yeah, you didn't even have to say it. You're not the first person to think that, and certainly won't be the last. But before I continue on to what it is exactly I do for a living, I'd like to make a correction--it's canine, not dog. You make me sound like some common mongrel when you say dog. So please don't, because honestly, do I look like some street mutt? I think not.
So you heard Kogan say something about Susan, right? Well, Susan Lankowitz is a self-made woman. She single-handedly conquered the social network of this city and horse-whipped those who did not automatically respect her into submission. Her reputation as a cutthroat competitor was not easily won, but it was certainly never challenged: if something does not automatically happen the way Susan wanted, then she will make it happen. Susan's brutality, as well as her fatal charm and legions of workers and assistants, make her nigh untouchable. Simply put, Susan Lankowitz is a force to be reckoned with, and she does not take her job lightly at all.There I go with that job again!
So I guess that I should be telling you more about what her job actually entails. Ever heard of Pulse? I'd be surprised if you hadn't--Pulse's fame extends nationwide, though it resides in this very city. We're a company that revolves around the social life, and parties and special events in particular. Red carpet events? Clothing line launch? Handbag release? Or how about just the most hopping parties that people would kill to get in to? Chances are that Pulse is behind it. Our company has pretty much been unstoppable since I planned the party of the century. It was for Oprah Winfrey's birthday. Oh, you know which one I'm talking about? It was so widely televised--you know, the one located at StarBird in SoHo, with the post-deco decorations and Kanye West coming out of a birthday cake? With the chicest pink bubbly and Coach-sponsored party bags?
Totally me.
Not that Pulse wasn't popular before then, but it just so happens that everything Oprah touches turns to gold. So when she picked our company--a small but successful firm of agents like myself aspiring to be something grand--to plan her fiftieth birthday party, of course Susan picked me to plan it. I was her most promising recent catch, a 'seasoned newbie', if you will, since Susan herself took me under her wing and personally trained me. So I used my uberfine tastes to make Oprah's party something completely out-of-this-world. And I succeeded. And now, I am Pulse's greatest success story, most requested for agent, and a major shareholder of the company. Life...is sweet. It's so good to be me. ♥
So, if you didn't quite catch what I said above, basically what I do for a living is:
Plan parties, down to the most minute detail
Personal.Pet
My beloved...yes, you heard me: my beloved. I am referring to my zomutt (faerie zomutt to be precise) Imogen.
Even though earlier I told you that I wasn't in love with anyone it's untrue. Imogen and I share a deep bond, and beyond the task-running she does for my career. She was a gift of sorts: my then-beau decided that for my birthday, instead of a trip to the release party for Chanel's new bag line, he was going to take me to an adoption fair. This was not something I usually would have jumped up and done, you see, as the good of other people was not usually top priority in my mind. But when he (we'll use the name James so I don't have to use 'he' all the time) proposed the idea, we were in a shabby humanitarian cafe and I was itching to leave the place. I couldn't risk spending more time in that hellhole than absolutely necessary.
I was surprised that the adoption fair was so busy. In all honesty, I didn't expect it to attract so many do-gooders from every borough in the city. Everyone from the Manhattens to the Queens people were crowded around tables, searching out their perfect pet. James and I browsed the stall when a speck of white and blue caught my eye. A pitiful cry simultaneously grappled my ears and my heart, and I turned to see Imogen. She was a scruffy and miserable-looking beast. Everyone ventured toward the more exotic-looking (if you could even say that; come ON it's New York) petpets. When her baleful blue eyes met mine, my heart fluttered. It was like her eyes met mine for a reason, and that the reason was she was to come and live with me.
Well, months, good baths and prime living conditions later...and I present you Imogen as she is. Silky smooth to the touch, the whitest teeth I've ever seen, and wings comprable to blossoms in the spring. Her beautiful blue eyes, though, still captivate me the same way they did on the first day we met, as they are very much the same as they were back then.
If you do not have this uberfab avatar of what could only be described as one of Neopia's finest, most posh pets ever, then please pay my lookup a visit and collect it! Seriously, mon, you're only doing yourself a favor here. ♥
Foster.Family
Tori is different, to say the least. But I'm not going to complain too much. Although her fashion sense is not as magnifique as mine, she does do her job as a caretaker well. When we first met, or more like when I was first 'adopted', we butted heads a bit. I was still huffy over being moved around and not finding a good place to live. But Tori set me up with in the posh apartment I live in now and introduced me to my foster siblings. Now we get along much better. Our interests are quite different, though we do have one in common: guys.
Fanciful.Friends
Lunuhr // It's almost embarrassing to admit this, but the first true friend I ever really made was this gentle, kind lupe by the name of Lunuhr. I mean, sure, I'd had tons of people in my social network, but I didn't really consider them friends or anything. I assessed them in order of how helpful they were to me and my business, not really on a personal level. Those who were 'closest' to me were the most beneficial. That's probably why Lunuhr is my dearest friend, since he's the first person that I really bothered to get to know personally, and unintentionally let him know just about every personal story I had. What's funniest about our relationship, I think, is that Lunuhr is a mute--or at least the mute in the sense everyone thinks of, anyway. He can't use his voice, so he uses his mind to actually put thoughts into peoples' minds. And, well...I'm a talker. So we get along perfectly, since I just talk and vent and he listens without judgement. We like to serenade each other, which is the key reason behind our bonding to begin with, and there is no one in the world that I trust more than Lunuhr. Whenever I have problems, or if I want to lighten up, or just sincerely enjoy myself, Lunuhr is my go-to guy. ♥
Rauline // While Lunuhr may be my closest friend, Rauline is by far my best girl friend. Ever. These two have changed me more than any other people in my entire life. Raw is another interesting case, since the first time I saw her was on a street in New York City while both of us were shopping. When I saw her, I'm not going to lie when I was at first repulsed by her--scraggly-looking wings and a mechanical vibe to her? And she was so sweet and innocent from the very first moment. I guess my instinct to protect her overwhelmed my initial disgust, since we ended up walking around together and then shopping, and on to planning an excellent party with her stuffy cousin Ruefayel and various other people. It didn't take long for me to feel pretty retchid about how I assessed Raw, and thinking back on our first encounter I feel like kicking myself. How I could ever think so poorly of who is now my best friend pains me, really. Rauline is the most selfless, spirit-lifting, friendly creature on the face of this earth, and I am truly blessed to have her. I look forward to many, many prosperous years of friendship with her and many more fabulous shopping trips.
Xayam // Don't solve the problem
when danger is bitter. Far away you stock them,
in cages and teather. And all bridges you've burned
leave you trapped off at all sides. And now the tables do turn, and it's all gone, what's left for you? And when the sky is falling, don't look outside the window.
Step back and hear i'm calling--give up, don't take the fastroad. It's just your doubt that binds you, just drop those thoughts behind you now.
Change your mind, let go too soon.
Zakarr // Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling? I don't think you came in clear. When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here. I saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..." We missed you on the charts last week-- hey, that's right--you wasn't there. If stylin' never left, then why's everybody on my biz? Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it. So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way, 'cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say.
Love.Life
If I wrote you a symphonyJust to say how much you mean to me
If I told you you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular?
Well, baby, I've been around the world
And I ain't seen myself another man like you
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you
Saying, I do
Because I could see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our clothes in the sand
I could see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby
Let me make you my baby
Ooh, you amaze me
All I want you to do is be my love
Double.Dwellings
As you've seen already, New York City is my home. It always has been and always will be. There's nothing that could tear me away from this lovely, pulsing place. Not a sum of money in the world could make me abandon the high-class shops, the busy sidewalks or the bone-jarring (although improving) subway system. The city's aura is a melee of different cultures and scents and textures...ah, New York never loses its allure.Although...there is a place that has captured my
attention.I found two of the most precious things alive all in one night. I do consider this one of the luckiest evenings of my life. After I wandered into an unfamiliar territory and found my foster sibling, Athena proceeded to show me a miraculous land. Absolutely every inch teemed with so much energy, so much passion...for a standstill moment I was taken back to New York.
Without the chaos, of course.
This place was called Shukumei, and Athena was a member. Before then I simply detested the word 'pack' - it was so primitive, so rough on the tongue. Yet as I explored different parts of this magical world and became acquainted with more of the members, I realized that there was no better term. Shukumei is and always will be a tight-knit pack of lupes and a jubilee of other creatures. My list of friends grows each and every day.
I am proud to say that Shukumei is my home as well.
Art.Gallery
Done by users on deviantart unless otherwise directly linked to a neopets account.
[ reference image ]
By: Tawreh / Tawreh
By: Shadow / PyroRacoon
By: Mo / himowa
By: Amber / Howler445
By: grau-gestreift
By: grau-gestreift
By: Coral-APTX
Adoptable count: 21
Art count: 7 (!!!!!!!)
Thanks, everyone! :)
Welcome.To.Disturbia
Look out for my exclusive Disturbia adoptables soon!In the meantime, check out these avaliable ones as well as all the adoptables of Exha I've collected!
Selfless.Generosity
In the summer of 2007, I, Tori, decided that it was time to carry out my Neopets dreams. At that time I had just adopted the first of my dream pets (Jaluery, and Island Lupe) and knew that she had set my dream in motion: the perfect account of Lupes. To me, that perfect account had each a Faerie, Darigan, Island and Fire Lupe. I set about painting Xenshrii Fire on my own (and did), but when I saw the prices for Faerie Paint Brushes I decided to check out Neopound.That is when I saw Eqoh.
I fell completely, utterly head-over-heels for her. Most of the content on this page was quoted directly from her application, and even though the owner was wowed by what I did and pretty much ensured that I'd blown the competition out of the water, I never really got much more out of her. She kind of just...stopped. Took Eqoh off of Neopound and didn't respond to any of the applicants, then just never decided to give her up.
I was crushed. Truly crushed.
One of my best, best online friends, Tawreh, heard this news and was pretty livid. She neomailed the owner (of course to no response), but then posted one of the most incredibly AMAZING gestures I've ever heard on this site.
(Drag to address bar to view, please)
She posted this on the Shukumei message board. And then she proceeded to make this amazing petpage art and pretty much single-handedly buy the Morphing Potion that made Exha, a Lupe I'd made a while back, into what she is today.
I just want to say thank you to Tawreh for everything she's done for this cause. Without her, I'm not sure if I would have had the will to keep on keeping on in the case of Exha. Thank you, my love, for making things right. I will never be able to repay you, and word's just can't express my gratitude. ♥ ♥ ♥
Ensure.Return
Roundabout.
Credentials.
Content
produced from the unfathomable depths of Tori's mind. This includes the character, stories, other characters owned by Tori, etc.Exha's design created by Tawreh; 2007.
Music hosted by Tori. So don't steal. Get your own music.
As of July 23, 2007.
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