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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 13:04:17 GMT -5
[ Hello ^-^ I hope your day is going great c: Yes this is a Jump in role-play, I'm just itching to role-play cause I am a bored potato. So I hope maybe someone out there would like to role-play with me? I hope ^w^ Let me just point out some factors first, I'll be super brief with them. Well as best as I can:
Literacy. I am a literate/advance role-player ( it depends on how much I wanna type ) so I am hoping for literate role-playing. As long as it's not a one liner and you have a basic knowledge of grammar ( like you use the right there, they're, and their ) I don't care about spelling or the fancy coding. If you want to do fancy coding go ahead. Just please try to match my length at best? I know the starting post will be long cause It's a starting post. Starting posts are always long.
- No godmodding
- NOT PRIVATE PEOPLE
- This is a place for me and Misc and Ult, moved from the old forums to here because why not I don't see a reason why not peoples
The main theme for this roleplay
London. 1856. Victorian age London has never looked so good, women wearing the best gowns money can buy and men swishing around in their expensive get ups. Everything is looking up for the people of London with their Queen in power. Even the lurking gangs that hold power over the Underground with a iron grip. Money. Power. Even the assassin's the run around are living the good life. What else could they want? Maybe this mysterious competition that has come up from the Black markets. Whatever team can accomplish the jobs that are sent out every month will receive not only money. Not only Power. But all of the Underground. The Black markets, the fighting rings, the trading business. Everything will go to one group if they can do one simple job every month. And the best part?
There are no rules
And that is the main idea for this role-play. I thought this would be fun to roleplay. If you have read 'A Six of Crows' for example it's like that ( You don't need to have read the book to roleplay ) But yeah so that's it. I'll leave a BASIC starting post so not to scare people away ;c; If you have questions ask! I will be happy to answer ]
London, 1856
The autumn night air was crisp, filled with the sounds of laughter and soft chatter. Lights blazed ahead on the hill in a manor that people could only dream of buying with their own money. The manor over looked most of the posh side of London, met with a glorious sight of a sun rise every day. But this night was not met with a pretty sun set like many before. Instead this night was graced with the laughter of the rich monkeys below drinking and getting sick to their stomachs. The party was held by the glorious and pampered Lady Rebecca. Rich, pretty, smart. She had it all. Even the little target that graced her head for tonight's gig. If you thought that the party goers were all of Noble blood you would be sadly mistaken to learn that half of them were thieves and crooks that just knew how to walk the walk and talk like a snob. It was a trick every thief from the Underground knew how to play, never leave home without looking like you swam in money.
Even the pair that walked in arm and arm
One was of such a man with slicked back red hair that was the shade of a crimson drop. His eyes a dark turquoise shade with speckles of brown, making it seem like you were looking in a pool with little gold flakes. He was tall, strong jaw and lean. He certainly looked the part of a Lord, pressed black formal cherry red tailed coat and a Bonaventure black velvet vest with golden buttons underneath. His white shirt collar poked above his vest but was mostly hidden by the black ascot tucked and tied over it. His trousers didn't have patches or torn holes. His boots were laced tight. He looked like a Lord, his hair was even slicked back from his face. To bad he was not at all any type of Lord like the rest around him. The girl beside him even seemed uncomfortable to be here. Her arm was hooked with his, but her face told that of utter discomfort. She wore a burgundy cotton over-skirt with black ruffles around the collar that matches her long satin black skirt. Golden buttons lead down the over-skirt and kept tight against her body. In her dainty gloved hands was a little silver purse. Her blonde hair was clipped back from her own face and dressed with a few black clips. One side was curled and tucked behind her ear, one did escape from the bundle though and brushed against her cheek.
"Why couldn't I have come in pants instead?" She whispered to the man beside her, who had a kind and warm smile to his face. "Because you are a Lady. Ladies do not wear suits and plus you are much too short. I don't believe they make suits for your height" He said through a smile, casting a quick glance down to his partner in crime. Literally. The two were of a gang named as 'The Black Ravens' and they had been playing along this game that had surfaced through the Underground for a couple of months. Always ending up on top as well without too much trouble. "Remus you know that I hate parties" She grumbled and sighed softly, unlike her friend here she did not fake a smile on her face. Remus rolled his eyes slightly and turned around to look her, grabbing her shoulders and lowering himself slightly. "Sybil....we need to do this alright? Who else would I have bought with me?" He whispered softly, raising his eyebrows at her.
"Lily"
"She talks too much"
"Aaryn, Hailey, Sarah, Anna"
"Sybil I don't think you get what I am saying but given we are pressed on time we can talk about this after we get what we need" He said, shaking his head before letting Sybil loop her arm back through his. She grumbled something under her breathe but at the moment he didn't really mind. Because of a little trouble down the road they had arrived a bit late to the party, but this was the best they could do. They had to stay on top of this game for a lot rode on this. Remus's pay, Sybil's freedom from The Black Ravens and who knows what else. The target tonight that had been sent out by raven ( funny right?) and was detailed in what needed to be done. It was the same as any other letter, sealed in red wax and came at the crack of dawn. Usually they got the letters a few days before the target but this one came this morning right on the day that the plan would be best to carry out. Some groups would wait until the Lady Rebecca was gone but Remus liked a challenge.
Target: Steal the Sea Stone gem necklace that belongs to Lady Rebecca.
No rules applied
it's not pretty ik but work with me here
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 29, 2016 13:10:34 GMT -5
( yayyy we made it cx i think it's a masterpiece )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 13:17:27 GMT -5
[ Yes we certainly did owo Now we don't have to worry about everything going poof xD ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 29, 2016 13:19:50 GMT -5
( definitely. i would've cried if that had happened TwT )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 13:22:12 GMT -5
[ Yeah. Like what the flying floop is going on. It's just a surprise that the forums are being closed because of new technology? I mean, there are ways to work around that too ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 29, 2016 13:23:47 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow in faint amusement. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. If I have an unconscious Remus Hawkins by my side I’m certain that all enemies will run with their tails in between their legs.” One moment his turquoise eyes had depicted something that looked like genuine relief — and then the next, when her hand had brushed against his cheek, a different look had settled into them. Was it surprise? Puzzlement, maybe? She couldn’t explain exactly what it was, apart from the fact that it existed within the turquoise orbs of Remus Hawkins. Inexplicable, but still there. And how, exactly, had she even noticed that it lingered there? Well… she was looking right back into his eyes which seemed to be searching for something, though what she couldn’t exactly say what.
At his words, she shook her head to the side, and her gaze trailed over to notice the plainness of the thin blanket that was draped over her legs. When she spoke up, her voice had become barely audible, though the composure in her tone did not waver or shift into quiet sombreness. “No one has gone so far for me before.” And it was true. It was like she’d thought before — what he’d done had been more than just a simple act of kindness — and on top of that, he genuinely cared. He wasn’t like them. Memories seemed to slowly slither over her vision, and she could see several crude faces, all savage, all responsible for loutish behaviour. If she’d still been with them and had been unfortunate enough to be strafed by a bullet, she fully understood that she would be nothing but an empty shell used as a decoy to lure any attention away from their route of escape. They’d use me and earn some profit out of my death. She knew that the thought of a difficult past was enough to evoke anger and sadness in the hearts of others, but she felt none. Did that make her inhumane to some degree? It was peculiar how she could sympathize with others when they spoke passionately, but feel no compassion towards her own. She could still see them, too: a man who possessed a permanent bloody eye that darkened with crimson storms, a boy who possessed mad brown eyes that flashed with violence, a short, squat woman with mousy hair color that resembled wheat. If one were to raise the question of her past, she spoke little of it quite indifferently with no remorse or lament or anger — almost light-heartedly, as if she were talking to them about the shop down street that sold good food. And then she’d smoothly take the conversation elsewhere, and no more would be asked. She simply didn’t have much empathy reserved for the old Lenore Ellison, the girl who’d been stuck in the clouds with a naive smile as she watched the ravens beat their elegant wings, unrestricted to a lock and a room. The girl who watched with a thick book tucked in her arms, dreaming of the day when the door would finally open, and finally learn what it meant to be free. If only she’d known.
She could feel her head turn to face Remus once more, and was subtly bemused to see a few things. Now, it didn’t come as a mystery for anyone when they saw the Remus Hawkins smile amongst the Ravens, as it was seen quite often. His silly and jocose grin (when something pleasant went his way) was a familiar sight to see indeed. The one he wore though… it was… soft. Not one of those bold, “I’m-Remus-Hawkins-and-I-can-do-everything” kind when he was about to something challenging (honestly no one had the temerity to question some of the impossible situations he put himself through), not one of those good-natured smiles he wore when Morgan and Sybil were left grumbling about the troubles he’d put them through after a long, but successful mission, and not one of those trained hidden smiles that concealed him in a crowd of people. Something about this one was more open and, if she could daresay, vulnerable. She could’ve sworn that he looked nervous underneath the translucent layer of calm. And she was aware that she probably looked the same. Her thumb gently trailed down the side of his forehead to rest on the crease beneath one of his his eyes. She held his gaze before she withdrew her hand next to her side, feeling her fingers numb and the strength in her good arm slowly ebb away. The effects of the injections, she assumed.
“You know—"
And that was then her gaze focused to the source of where the sound had come from. The subtle curve of her lips faltered at the name of their leader. Their dominator, the one who could do as he pleased. She had nothing against the boy who she recognised (she hoped that if he had seen the small glimmer in her eyes it hadn’t been because of his emergence). It was the name and recall of his face that made her uneasy as Remus rose. She tried to pull herself away from the bed, but found that her whole body felt like stone, and the numbness of her arm became almost unbearable. She tried to open her mouth, but stopped. What could she do? At the moment, she was a raven with a crippled wing, and anyone knew that a bird without its wings was good as useless. If she hadn’t been tied down to the bed by the effects of the injections and the wound, she would’ve risen to her feet. And he probably would’ve had a hard time shaking her off at that, too. The circumstances, however, were not in her favour. In the state she was in, she wouldn’t even be able to stop a single blow for Remus. And what good would it do to think of how unfair this whole situation was? Would she magically recover? “I’d be glad if it did,” she muttered and closed her eyes in reluctant resignation when she felt his lips press against her forehead. Thinking wouldn’t get her anywhere — like the little girl who had held the thick book in her arms and hummed and dreamed in the past. It’s just like of me. Her gaze followed his back as he disappeared, just like that. To where Dante would be.
His cruelty was not something Lenore was not aware of. If he thought that hiding the wounds he made was enough to conceal his mess, he was wrong. There were only a few ways that could subdue and tire many of the Ravens — and what else could he be doing behind those thick, monstrous doors of his for such a long time? Chatting with them with a cup of tea? Her gaze turned to the ceiling. She didn’t think so. It wasn’t like she’d never felt his wrath, either, or witnessed the turmoil in his onyx eyes. She leaned her head against the wall behind herself and allowed a sigh to escape through her lips.
Well, she could do something. Physically it was impossible for her to move up and about… but that didn’t mean her perceptive nature had been taken away from her just quite yet.
When the boy returned with a bundle in his arms, no doubt carrying the new clothing Remus had spoken of earlier, he would’ve spotted the lithe woman awkwardly leaning over a small desk (which was scratched from the markings of a pen and decorated by splatters of ink) just slightly away from the bed she was hospitalized in, as if she’d collapsed onto it, having no other support to rely on. She forcefully — goodness she felt strange all over from the resistance she was putting put against the medicine — pried her eyes off of the table she was leaning over so that her calm gaze met his, and smiled simply. It was almost humorous, really — as if she were a character conjured in a play, and this scene had the purpose of relieving the audience from a previous traumatizing act. If she were at a play watching a scene like this unfold in front of her eyes, she would’ve stifled a chuckle. But… this really wasn’t a play, and that “humorous” character was being played by her. “Ah, thank you. You can just put those on the bed. More than that, would it be all right for me to ask you a favour?” She didn't wait for his reaction and instead glanced over at the folded note in front of herself. “Could you hand this over to Benny for me? Slip it into your pocket, don’t let anyone catch you with it, and please—" her smile wasn’t unkind, but it was enough to cut off anyone who was ready to complain. “Please don’t read it. Could you do that for me?”
She was a Black Raven,
but that didn't mean she couldn't be anything else.
And she would make the same mistakes she had in the past if she had to.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 29, 2016 13:25:40 GMT -5
( that's what i thought too but after digging around a little more peeps are saying that it's probably related to financial issues... i'm not even sure what the flying floop is going on either :/ )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 14:03:45 GMT -5
[ That's what I would think. I mean then again this forum is free and it feels like the older forum, it's almost nostalic hahah xD hopefully Ult will carry on to this world of newness ] [ I can make a flipping tabble on this website sweet baby jesus ] [ I'm gonna mess with the colors hahahah ]
The boy just nodded to Lenore and swallowed, seeming nervous wherever he went as well. But that wasn't the point nor the case in this matter.
Benny had indeed been summoned to Remus's private office, where he was carefully applying a layer of ointment on the new burn mark baring on the back of Remus's shoulder. Remus let out a soft hiss each time the bigger man dabbed the cotton wad on his wound, the imprint of the Raven covered a large area on the back of his shoulder. The raven's wings were spread out with it's head pointing toward the sky, beaks open in a silent howl. "He got you really good this time....although he could have done it anywhere else" Benny grumbled as he coated the wound in the ointment, trying to be careful seeing as Remus was clinging onto the edge of his desk and trying not to groan in pain. "He likes getting his point across" He said and let out a long sigh as Benny applied the second coat, which was cooler and felt nice against his burning skin. "I didn't even know he had this thing in his office" Benny added, his gravely voice sounded soft compared to what Remus had to do.
Remus couldn't stop thinking about how Dante practically flipped his lid in the office, but in such a calm manner it scared Remus to the bone. And Remus rarely got scared these days mind you. He had forced Remus to sit in front of his fire place, remove his coat and vest and shirt before getting out the Raven poker ( Remus didn't know what they were called ) and had heated it up right in front of Remus. "I gave you all one job and all you bring back is a girl? And not only that but you caused a mess in that manor which could cost us thousands. And I don't want the Crestle's lingering on my tail forever...." He had said, turning the metal in the fire slowly while Remus had to stay on his knees and watch it, the metal turning bright with heat the longer it stayed in there. "I don't like punishing my children I don't but...you failed me tonight Remus. You failed me and now you all have to pay somehow...." Dante said, his eyes moving to Remus and letting a scowl cross his features. "Should I summon the rest of them as well? Or do I have to drag them here kicking and screaming?" Remus shuddered slightly but kept his eyes forward. "I said it was all my fault Sir....you can punish me but I don't want them to be harmed....they are all shaken by the events tonight" Remus said softly, which only made Dante scowl at him again. "Remus you know what your problem is now a days?" Dante said as he removed the raven from the fire, waiting for Remus to actually answer. "No sir..." Remus said, his body had tensed at the thought of the pain that was about to rain down on him.
"You're too nice"
And that was when he had pressed the Raven into Remus's skin. At first Remus let out a short yell of pain, and braced both his arms on the carpet to force himself to not collapse. A bullet wound had felt less painful then this. But Dante kept pressing the metal into his skin, until the smoke had died from it and the raven's imprint was permanently left on Remus's skin with red welts surrounding it. The raven was outlined in dark red, his skin looking burned like bacon from it but that didn't mean the sinister look didn't leave. Dante just watched Remus strugle to breathe and not cry out from the pain that blossomed on his shoulder. His fingers had curled into the carpet and he swore that there were tears prickling in his eyes. Remus didn't cry though, he learned to hold back tears since joining the back alley jobs of London. Dante tossed the metal raven aside and went to sit in the seat next to Remus, letting out a long sigh that was riddled with disappointment. "You know Remus I don't want to make things hard, I don't want to openly hurt you every time you fail me but...I have to make you a message. You use to be a Purple Dragon Remus, and for so long you weren't trusted by the people here....but you risen through the ranks here....earned everyone's trust and even broke some hearts here and there...." Dante said, like he was talking to a son he had just got done yelling at. Remus forced his eyes up to meet those cruel gray ones, slowly taking big breathes before tugging back on his shirt. The pain that came with the movement was like pressing needles in his skin and digging out his veins.
"But you need to know, I have to punish you when you fail or else everyone will think I have gone soft on you because of where you came from. Just because you crippled the Purple Dragons doesn't mean that you get to run around here and cripple us as well...." Dante said, waving his hand slightly as Remus dragged his coat on at last. "Now get out of here....I want you to work on the latest numbers tonight. I want it done by tomorrow night" Dante said, disgust riding in his words once more. Remus just nodded and mumbled a very soft 'yes sir' before he had left. But the last words Dante had said before Remus left that office burned in his mind more then the actual raven now burned in his skin.
"Don't fail me again Remus....."
Remus flinched at the memory and let out a soft grunt of pain again as Benny began to wrap the wound over and over. "It'll heal in due time but I would like it if you didn't go jumping around here and there. I can't do anything about the Raven though" Benny grumbled softly, plastering on cut up bandages that soaked in the blood that had spilled during the cleaning. To think Remus thought he would go to bed without spilling a drop of blood tonight. "That's fine....not like I'm going anywhere" Remus mumbled, letting Benny finish plastering on the medical tape and bandages before allowing Remus to pull back up his shirt and put his vest back on. At that time the boy had knocked on the door to the office, the boy who Lenore had given the note, and only entered when Remus gave the okay. When the boy poked his head through the door he looked toward Benny and Remus and then fully entered the room. "Um...I have a message to Benny....from Miss Lenore" The boy said and shuffled toward Benny, glancing toward Remus and kind of froze for a moment.
"What? You never seen a man with red hair before or are you trying to make puppy eyes at me? I don't work like that boy" Remus muttered as he looked back, causing the boy to fluster and just shake his head a bit. "No no no! Nothing like that I um I just....here you go Benny" The boy said after a blush crossed his face, handing over the letter to Benny from his pocket. Benny just chuckled softly before taking the note in his own still blood stained hands. The boy stood there for a moment, glancing between the two but never meeting Remus's eyes.
"What does it say?"
"None of your business Hawkins"
"it is so, my office my rules. Let me see" Remus said and made to grab it but all Benny had to do was lift his arm up a bit so the letter was out of Remus's reach.
Sometimes people forgot just how short Remus Hawkins was. And how funny it was to see him hop about to get stuff. Espeically Benny considering how much taller he was then Remus.
Remus only huffed at the giant, waving his hand before carefully going behind his desk and sitting down in the plush black leather. It was just nice to sit down now instead of standing up and forcing himself not to move around etoo much. "You. Get me some tea from the kitchen will you? Green tea would be nice" Remus said to the boy who looked shocked that Remus even spoke to him. Was all the help around here as flinchy as this little boy? "Remus Hawkins drinking tea?" Benny muttered before looking to Remus who just frowned at the man. "Yes I drink tea, just like how your grandmother likes to smack you when you talk" Remus grumbled, but Benny only chuckled at Remus. He didn't expect Benny to take him seriously, his hair was all messed up now and he looked like a pouting child in a seat too big for him. To be honest he rather be in his room, laying in his bed and sleeping until 2 sunrises has passed. He was exhausted from running around all night, not to mention he was up the night before planning and then the night before that he had only gotten a few winks of sleep before waking up to do the numbers and gather their total income for the week. But here he was in his office, only a large rectangular window behind him shined with the moon light. The room was covered in dark cherry wood panels and the carpet was pitch black with a single red raven in each corner. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk with numbers that would make a noble spit up his drink and wonder how they earned so much. Remus just rolled his head on his shoulders before carefully leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk while interlocking his fingers with each other.
"I should have asked for some kind of drink instead....."
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 29, 2016 19:32:19 GMT -5
[[ okay so these new forums are... different. I'll get started on a reply as soon as I get home - I've gotta take my dog for a walk cx ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 19:44:02 GMT -5
[ Yes they are very different but hey at least it's somewhere to go after the forums have shut down cx ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 29, 2016 20:34:54 GMT -5
just a test
omg. guys. I can do bold and italics on mobile. I'm sold. jk but still, this is great.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 20:49:02 GMT -5
[ Best website ever, 10/10 lol xD ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 29, 2016 21:56:50 GMT -5
Eliza shrugged, but nodded anyway. She'd decided she rather liked this Sybil - but she wasn't sure she trusted her or any of them quite yet. The Black Ravens had been kind so far, but that didn't mean they couldn't pull something on her, use everything she told them against her. She was going to be… weary. She would tell her story - but not her whole story. ”Alright,” she replied, making to follow Sybil. ”But I'll warn you. It's less than interesting.” Eliza had the feeling they were going somewhere specific to chat - no longer to burn the dresses, unfortunately, but that was alright. They walked back through the halls they'd come through earlier, through the gambling hall to a room off on one side, tucked away in the corner. She instantly took a liking to it - not for the glass wall or the cherrywood panelling or the black velvet chairs. No, Eliza's eyes had travelled straight to the bookshelves, drinking in the sight of the novels like one might water in a far off desert. She hadn't had time - or the money - to read many books since… Since she'd been on the streets, but as a child she'd devoured novels. She'd stolen the occasional book in the years since whenever the opportunity had arisen, but she had nowhere near so many as this. If she had a room like this, she thought, she'd never go anywhere else. Will was the same way, she thought with a little pinch in her gut. It was true - it had been him that had gotten her into books in the first place. They were so alike in some regards, Will and Eliza. But completely different in others, she reminded herself. She turned away from the bookshelf, taking a seat in one of the velvet chairs. As if having read her mind, Sybil brought him up. Her brother. Her brother who she definitely couldn't say was her brother. ”William Gansey?” She curled back her lips in an expression of disgust. ”We have some… History between us. Not the kind you're thinking - I… I knew him once, before he was a part of the Rockshires.” She hoped that made sense. Without, you know, making sense . Eliza shook her head, not wanting to talk about Will anymore. She didn't want to so much as think of her brother at the moment, really. ”Anyway, let's not dwell on Gansey .” “So I told you it isn't particularly interesting, but you wanted to hear it. So,” she leaned back in her chair, tucking her legs up the way Sybil was, just because she could. ”I'm no assassin. But I can work London’s pockets as if they're all my own. And so when I heard about the game - the necklace - I figured, perhaps, that I could be the one to steal it. Let the gangs duke it out while I slipped in to take it. And that's what happened, though you guys beat me to it.” Eliza explained, continuing on. ”I wasn't even planning on taking the game prize. Selling it to the highest bidder would keep me alive for a month. Maybe longer even.” She shrugged. ”And that's it, really. How about you, Sybil?”
[[ sorry. so short. but I'm falling asleep here. ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2016 22:37:05 GMT -5
[ tis fine Ult. I too am tired curse that harry potter weekend movies ]
Sybil nodded along with Eliza's story, tipping her head slightly as the girl confessed to not wanting to keep the prize money or play along in the game. Why not? If she did then she could easily feed herself for a long time, take all the money she wanted and go live off somewhere else. She could basically be a king in her own rights with that kind of power. But at the same time Sybil kind of understood. It was a risky game that only those with money, time, and power could play. Even so it would be impressive if this girl was able to steal the necklace and have the gangs fight for it. She knew the Purple Dragons would pay big money for that if she offered it, money that would make a poor person rich enough to buy a house and live off that money for a while. When she asked Sybil about herself though she just rolled her eyes and looked to the bookshelves of books. "Me? Hm...well you know I guess I...want it to be free" She said softly, then shrugged her shoulders. "I was born in a....gambling family. My father gambled, my brother gambled, didn't have any sisters and my mother was dead by that time due to the flu. Dad got wrapped up in the Black Ravens and so did my brother after a while. Both got so deep in crap I didn't know how we would live the next week. But you know, father died then brother kind of ditched me after that. And the Black Ravens do not let go of their debts so when they found me they figured 'Hey! You work for us because your dad is a horrible poker player and your brother didn't know how to play the cards right'" Sybil said, playing with the cuff of her shirt. "I've been with the Ravens for so long, I don't know how to live a life outside it but....the boss agreed after we got the first message for this game that we would all get a share. Me, Remus, Lenore, and Morgan. A share big enough to pay off our debts even." Sybil said softly before getting up to her feet, beginning to feel squirmsh just sitting there. She hated telling back story but then again she felt like Eliza wouldn't be using it against her any time soon.
She walked over to the book shelves and tugged out one of the books wrapped in a green leather bind, gold writing decorating the front. "After I get that money I'm moving somewhere warm or cold. Anywhere but here" Sybil said, shoving the book back into it's place. She would move somewhere far away and live her life on some beach that didn't have anyone to bother her. Maybe even a island she could hide on and live the rest of her life on coconuts or something. Heck she even thought about a actually having a life. About finding someone nice that could handle her weird obsession with nice suits and pants. But also someone that could make her feel pretty in a gown and actually make her want to put on make up. Someone she could have kids with and marry, grow old with and die with. All of that rode on this game, she had to make sure they wont his game, she wanted to be free. Free of everyone around her and everything that held her down. Sure she would be leaving some people behind but that didn't mean a thing right now. Remus would be playing this game for who knows how long, not just this game of hide and seek but the game with the gangs. Jumping around and causing a whole lot of trouble. That was his life. But then again who knows, maybe Remus would find someone to marry and settle down with at the end. It would have to be someone really crazy though.
She brushed her hair back from her face and let out a long sigh before looking to Eliza, wanting to change the topic. "You like reading Eliza?" She said, reaching up to grab a few novels from the shelves, walking back to her seat and setting the books down on the little table. "I have read all of these books mind you, and they are all great reads. Some are illegally obtained and some are so rare it would make you spit" She said, handing her some of the novels. "Most of them are not so famous author's yet but they are certainly worth the read you know" Sybil said, offering a warm smile on her face.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 30, 2016 3:56:31 GMT -5
( i knew i wasn't the only one who felt like the format kind of resembled the old one lol
wait you can make a table? oh my goodness i'm messing with the fonts for no reason haha
10/10 website indeed. it deserves a blue star. x'D )
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“Well, you certainly look like you’re doing good.” The corners of his eyes rose, betraying a crooked smirk. “Has it been fun working with the Ravens?”
Her eyes had been closing and she’d been tilting over as sleep took a hold of her system, overpowering any other sort of will as she waited for the boy to return with the clothing Remus had mentioned of. But the voice had forced her to glance over at the individual who stood in front of the doorway of the small infirmary. She’d almost frowned when she recognised the keen and mocking cat-like eyes that stared back at her. Oh, and that really wasn’t a face Lenore wanted to see. Not now, not ever. How had he even gotten here anyway? She suddenly wished that she wasn’t alone in the dark area by herself with only the dim moonlight and rustling of trees to keep her company.
“Good evening.” Instead of frowning at him, she let an enigmatic smile settle upon her lips to her best abilities, pushing down the sleep that loomed over her. Knowing him, he was already pleased by how she was downright stuck to a bed — if she answered him tiredly, he’d only revel in her misery. And she was more than tired at this point; she even found herself, with a small twinge of morbid humour, wishing that she could teach Gladys how to aim a gun properly. “I’d refer you by your name, but I’m afraid if I do there’ll be other company.”
“Oh?” Even his grin was cat-like, too. “Then I suppose if it’s best if you don’t. Wouldn’t want our long-awaited reunion to be ruined now, would we?” The individual leaned his back against the wall with his smiling bold green eyes wandering over the plain walls of the infirmary. He was a man of short stature with a lean frame, possessing a fair complexion, along with tousled raven black hair that hung over his slender nape and over his face. Everything about him was hidden — even the way how he dressed. It felt as if he were the wind, fleeting and swift and so quick that no one would get the chance to glimpse at what hid behind the mischievous curl of his lips. He wore quite elegant clothing, though they were also simple so that he’d camouflage well into a large, moving human current. “Unfortunately I have to run soon, but there is something I ought to give you before I do.”
Lazarus Ellison. What else could she say about her distant relative who flounced about with that proud gleam in his eyes and his unbearably, horribly, tragically, monotonous demeanour? Her eyes narrowed just at at the sight of him. Perhaps to others, he would appear to be an irresistible being with his “charming” smirks and teasing remarks, but she found him as a good object to practice throwing knives into. A shooting target would serve just as well. In a way, they shared some resemblance to one another, for he never followed any noble, believing them to be greedy tyrants who couldn’t care less about a child struck by a carriage. But she had found her loyalty in some of the few people around herself. He had not, and he never would. He would never follow an organization, let alone any person. “Everyone and everything is guilty until proven innocent,” he’d often say, which seemed to be the line every Ellison spoke of. He showed indifference to situations that did not involve his own tail and was merciless to his enemies, even if that enemy shared his blood. He had a silver tongue that allowed him to slip out of sticky situations and would lie and cheat and lie to get what he wanted. She wasn’t unaware of… the counterparts to the negative aspects of his persona, but she chose to ignore it. It didn’t concern her when matters came down to this individual. After they’d parted ways, he’d become a grudgingly skilful and efficient mercenary who would take any offer when the mention of money came around (which was probably why he was here in the first place) but that was it. The rest of the story? Well, that’d be for another time.
“And may I ask how you got yourself in this place?”
“The usual way. A little bit of disguise, a little mentioning of your name with sympathy, a little bit of slipping around.” He then leaned over and casually handed her a small envelope while tossing his shoulders into a very light shrug at her expression that clearly said: why are you here again? “They needed someone to give you this without getting their faces recognised by you Ravens, and I was up for the job. After all, you did cause quite a scene with… who was it again? Ah, yes. Snowy.”
“Morgan.”
“Snowy, Mophan, same thing.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but felt her shoulders stiffen at the sight of the stamp embedded onto the centre of the envelope. It had the symbol of the Crestles on it. She glared at him, and he raised both of his hands in mock surrender. “Like I said, I’m only here to give you this. That’s all they asked me, and that’s all I’m going to do.”
Her eyes trailed down to the pristine paper and pulled out the letter written in a beautiful, but cold penmanship. Her back chilled. She recognised this handwriting. And it didn’t belong to the snobby duo she’d run into in the party.
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“And that is all,” she read the last words calmly, though her eyes flickered briefly with something that could’ve betrayed her true emotions.
Lazarus had been looking up at the ceiling with an uncaring attitude as she skimmed over the words, though there had been a fleeting glint of sharpness in his green eyes as the letter “justified” its presence. They were silent for a moment before he heard Lenore spoke up, setting the paper down on her lap.
“They want the three of us to hand ourselves over.”
“I believe that’s correct, yes,” he answered her calm voice with a small tilt of his head, recalling all the clips and details he’d heard about the night’s disaster. In his mind, the letter went something like this: the Crestles would put the blame entirely on the Ravens for the “stealing” the necklace and turn all other gangs (who were already hostile with the Ravens and had witnessed the organization escape in a carriage) against the sole organization, but would change it so that they would put the blame entirely on the three — Lenore, Morgan, and that one mysterious girl — if they gave themselves in by pretending to be traitors of the Ravens. And if the three refused, then it would be full out war with the Ravens against all the other deadly organisations combined. The idea almost made him laugh. He could only think of a few reasons for why the Crestles wanted the three in their territory: to kill them with their own hands to erase the evidence that had beaten them, to sell them over to other gangs for incredibly high prices (since they were being framed as the people who took and stole the necklace and almost all the organizations were after that first reward of the game), or to arouse more confusion between all the gangs. Or, he thought with a faint sense of recognition. To create havoc within the Ravens. Imagine all the chaos that would happen if the strongest Ravens started to lie to each other and keep everything hidden from one another, thinking that would be the best for each others’ well-being. Imagine all the chaos that would happen if, by chance, any one of them were killed during this incident. It’d be so much easier for them to break. And the moment they did, they’d be plucked out of the sky.
The deadline? A week, it read.
Perhaps the Crestles weren’t clueless after all — they were digging straight into the weakness of the Ravens. Even he, an outsider from all organizations, had heard of their “clemency.” Well, he thought as he spotted Lenore’s cold eyes resting on the letter, clemency wasn’t the right word. But they were more humane than most of the gangs, that was for certain.
The room was soundless apart from the occasional notes the nightingales sang outside. He smiled bitterly. It always felt like the world outside never cared for the things that were going on behind what could be simply seen. Oh, wait. It didn’t. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he heard her murmur. “I don’t wish the two to get involved in this. Ravens or not, they’re so young.”
See? See? This was what he was talking about. Would any members of the Crestles or Purple Dragons wonder: hey, my life is at stake, but I’m also worried about someone else? He raked his hand through his hair. Would any of the Rockshires? He shook his head to the side incredulously.
“Since when did you become a mother?”
He saw the corner of Lenore’s lip twitch weakly in amusement, though her eyes looked a little distant. Darker, if that was even possible. It hadn’t even been a day, and already the Crestles were making their move. She looked calm enough, though he had no idea what was going on in her head — was she worried? Angered? He couldn’t tell. Her face was blank from any emotion, and he swore she even looked…. tranquil. His head snapped to the side sharply when he heard footsteps outside. They were clumsy footsteps, light and soft. He gauged that it belonged to a young boy. “You should go,” he heard her say and dipped his head the slightest bit into a playful bow. “Then I will excuse myself. Good luck, Black Raven.” He quirked an eyebrow in her direction. “It was lovely seeing you again after such a long time.”
He didn’t see her when she returned his words with what could’ve been the hint of a genuine smile before slowly pulling herself out of the bed, dragging her feet over to a small scratched up desk where paper lay along with a bottle of ink.
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There was something calm about the note, and yet it held a certain amount of… urgency as well. It wasn’t evident in the messy writing which was actually readable, considering the fact that Lenore had probably scrawled them out with a shaky hand in the infirmary (at least, it showed that she’d tried to make her handwriting as neat as possible). The smeared line in the corner of the paper probably indicated that her hand had slipped at one point (anyone could picture her unamused smile when that had happened). She’d probably been forced to write concisely with no I would be grateful if you could or could you please to support the note, even though she’d been tempted to.
I understand if Remus is occupied, but if he resists coming down to the infirmary after a few days — please don't send him down just because of this note; he should rest for a while — I give you my consent to whack him with the nearest object you can find for both of our sake.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 30, 2016 9:04:22 GMT -5
[ Ooooo this new lay out defiantly reminds me of the older version of the forums xD At least it's not blinding blue haha ] [ yus stables and lists ooooo ] [ I like these fonts hahahah. ]
"What's it say?" Remus asked again, trying to look over at the paper from where he stood once again as Benny read it. But Benny just grinned and folded the note again before looking at Remus. "Nothing that you need to worry about." He said, amusement written across his face. Remus huffed, tipping his head slightly at the man before walking around his desk and sitting down in the chair behind it. "Fine don't tell me, I'll just ask later" He muttered, like a kid that wasn't getting what he wanted right away. As he sat down he looked at the papers stacked on his desk and the pen waiting for him to pick up for a long night of writing and horrible number crunching. He would be stuck in this office for who knows how long now that they had failed the job, not to mention it wasn't going to be a while until the next one came along to which he could redeem himself. But there was also the matter of the Crestle's to think about. Just the very thought of them sent a roll of fresh anger through his system, his fingers tightening on the arm rests of the chair. "So what are you planning to do now?" Benny asked after a moment, seeming to guess the sudden tension that coursed through Remus. "About what?" Remus asked with a innocent look to his eyes. When really he wanted to get up and say he was going to put a bullet between their eyes and make them bleed for what they had done to ruin the job. They were the reason that he had to hurry everyone out and they were the reason for why the whole manor had blown up in a frenzy of panic. They were the ones who blamed them for taking the necklace and they were the ones who shot Lenore.
Did he mention they shot Lenore?
"About the Crestle's Remus. I know you hate being out done and I know you hate it when one of us get wounded" Benny said, seeming to read Remus's mind. Remus did hate it when one of them got wounded, it just showed weakness to the other gangs that they were fresh meat to be taken down. And he hated being out done as well, hated it. He was the only one that could make someone else feel like an idiot with tricks that would make anyone a fool. He tapped his fingers against the arm rest and shrugged slightly, looking to Benny who just looked back with a frown. "I plan on getting my revenge on those Crestle's Benny, I will....do we still have the hounds we had bought?" Remus asked as he picked up the first sheet of paper and looked it over. "What do you plan on doing with the hounds?" Benny asked. Ah poor Benny never did had a sense of revenge as nasty as Remus's. "I plan on letting them chew away at the crazy pair of Crestle's when I get the chance" He said, picking the pen up and began to scribble down the numbers and words on the papers. "Maybe you should take the night off Remus....there's no shame in waiting until the morning to do whatever it is that Dante wants you to do" Benny said after a moment of just them being silent and the pen scratching on the paper. "If I were to do that, I would be looking at a second raven plastered on my other shoulder" Remus said and looked to Benny. "If I do anything other then my job Benny I will have more burns then Edward does. I appreciate the concern but I rather not have it lead up to that"
"I still think you should go to the infirmary, I would be able to clean the wound out daily and-"
"Benny, I'm fine for now...go and take care of Lenore. I have work to be done" Remus said after a moment, interrupting the man in his words. He couldn't deal with Benny right now, he couldn't deal with anyone at this moment. He glanced upwards to Benny, who stared at him long and hard like he really wanted to hit Remus over the head. But he just released a long and heavy sigh before picking up his things. "I want you to at least get some sort of sleep while in here....I don't want you up all night like you usually do. And do try to come down to the Infirmary so I can clean that burn again. Plus I think you and Lenore would like seeing each other again" Benny said and grinned as Remus flushed slightly. "Good bye Benny" Remus said, looking back down to his papers. Benny just chuckled before packing everything up and silently ( for a big man he could be as silent as a mouse ) left the room with a soft click at closing the door. Remus released a long sigh and just continued writing for a while, crossing out numbers and looking over at the reports that were stacked on the other side. Their income has risen and they were looking at a large sum this week for....for......
Ah Remus couldn't even think. He dropped the pen after a while and let his hands drag down his face. How could he think when he was so angry? Yeah sure he had this cover of calm over his face but he was so angry at the same time. He was angry at the Crestle's for just being there and messing everything up. He was angry at the Purple Dragons for showing their ugly mugs there as well. He hated seeing Lu Tang who had made Remus's life a walking nightmare from day one. He hated each and every single one of them right now and he wouldn't mind letting the hounds rip the meat off their bones. He has done crueler things in the past, don't think he hasn't. He has dropped men that were covered in a wool sack with rocks tied to their feet into the harbor and watched them sink away. He has cut the fingers off of those who tried to steal from them. He has shot people in the head, lashed those who deserved it and so on. He has done so much and seen so much that taking the dogs to the works wouldn't be that bad. Then again he wanted to shoot those two Crestle's in the head himself. He wanted to kill them and all their little friends. He wanted the Creslte's good and dead, along with the Purple Dragons and Rockshire's. He wanted them all to just wait patiently while he took a pistol and loaded it up, then emptied it between their eyes or in their eyes to be most precise. He looked back down at the papers and frowned before scribbling a note on the side to himself. He had to work but he wanted to get up and do something about the Crestle's but at the same time he was too exhausted to do anything. He....He just.....
He let out a low sigh and continued to write but with quick writing that went with his quick anger. He just scribbled and scribbled until he became too upset to continue. His shoulder was throbbing and his hand has begun to hurt. He cursed underneath his breath and groaned. Leaning back in his chair he looked to the ceiling of the office, running one hand through his red hair. How much longer could he keep up with this? How much longer? Maybe forever. He was addicted to the game, this game between the gangs of who was the strongest. He was addicted to the struggle and maybe it had to do with his past but he wasn't one to share sob stories. Lenore had her own reason for being here, as did Sybil and Morgan. And Remus had a reason that could only be justifiable through a crazy person. Every time he swore he would walk away he ended up running right on back to this. He had nothing to do outside of this. He was just Remus Hawkins, the man addicted to the threat of the gangs and the man that would never be anything else but a pawn in their games. Did he like being a pawn? No. He liked being the piece in the game that dealt the final blow.
"Remus you poor sap...." He muttered to himself. Ah now he really just wanted a drink.....
But there was a knock.
"Come in" Remus said softly, shaking his head slightly before picking the pen back up as the door opened up to one of the helping boys stepped in, looking a little flustered but the boy shifted his feet as he stood in the door way. The boy looked almost too young to be working here but there wasn't really an age limit for the group here. As long as you could hold a pistol and you weren't an idiot you were alright.
"Um Sir Hawkins there's....um...."
"Yes, out with it boy"
"Um....Sir there's..." The boy shifted again on his feet, not sure if wanted to speak or not. Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly. "There's....another raven" The boy finally spat out. Well now he knew why the boy was so nervous. "What do you mean, there's another raven? Are you people letting birds fly in here or something?!" Remus said but not at all in a joking manner, but he wasn't yelling. He didn't yell unless necessary. "No I....it came with a letter, another one in the same seal and-"
"Son of a-"
Remus dropped the pen and got to his feet, but too quick as the wound on his shoulder screamed at him. "Stop blabbering and bring it here. Go!" Remus said, the boy yelped softly and quickly darted from the room, leaving Remus there now annoyed, troubled and tired. Could he not get a break in this place? The door was left open when the boy left, and now he could see the small group of Ravens gathered outside of it whispering to each other. Remus grumbled something under his breath and shifted on his feet now, walking around the desk and back to the doors, pushing them open further before leaving the office. He shut them behind him though and looked toward those that were gathered around it. "What are you all looking at me for? I don't have the bloody raven yet" Remus said, fixing the straps of his coat as he stood there, wondering if it was too early to go and tell Dante about it or if Dante was still angry with him that he could leave another burn mark on Remus.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 30, 2016 10:41:40 GMT -5
( exactly heheh xD man they really decorated this place... i was so surprised when i came back and saw that the whole blue shebang changed to this
*messes with lists and tables* me too. they're very fun to play with cx )
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It'd been a rather long and tiring night, and that was exactly how he could describe the heavy weight that had settled onto his shoulders. Shaking his head to the side, Morgan found himself leaning himself against one of the pillars, the stone cold but smooth against his back. Just with a turn of his head he would be able to soak in the view of the night scenery outside of their residence. It was quite pretty, he thought, how the night sky was illuminated by the stars scattered across its black canvas, and the city streets were lit by the dim amber glow of the tall gas lights. It was like a moon's reflection bouncing off of a still pond. I've been here for a long time, haven't I. He’d been here for a very long time, actually. He could already picture what kind of portrait the next day would paint, with the air shimmering from the merciless heat of the season and the plagued air that smelled of stale sweat derived from the long hours of daily toiling. He could already imagine the busy markets and see thieves of all kind distracting armed guards. He could already hear the experienced merchants sweetly warp the minds of men, deceitfully luring them into the palm of their hands. Yes, he’d been here for his entire life, and wished that he could travel even farther than the boundaries that had been set for him.
I have been here too long, he confirmed in his mind as he felt his hand wrap around the hilt of the dagger tucked into its sheath against his thigh, his golden eyes practically glowing underneath the touch of light. Just for one day, maybe, he'd be able to wander around the whole area with all of his restrictions severed off. That wasn't to say he wanted to get rid of the Ravens, necessarily. Honestly, he did enjoy most of their company. He found many to be endearing (especially the younger ones who always seemed to stutter and stumble) and found himself to be fond of companions like Remus and Lenore and Sybil. No matter how new or old a member was, he would never consider them as something else entirely. They’d always be the people he’d remember, even if they forgot him.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he allowed his red-golden eyes to wander over the entire view displayed before himself. But perhaps, one day, he’d be able to live a life where he could use his strength to protect, not to kill. It was naive of him, he knew, but he wished to take no part in any sort of purposeless slaughter. Though he would kill without hesitation, he would rather avoid it — especially when he thought about the countless number of last breaths he’d taken from men of all affiliations. They had families too, didn’t they? How many fathers had he stolen from young children? He closed his eyes at the thought and pushed himself off of the pillar, walking down the ominous and vast hall of their residence. He’d once dreamt of starting his own family after he’d finished what he’d come for. The thought of finding someone he loved and settling down with them away from bloodshed made the world seem almost too perfect. But after everything that had happened, the thought was left as a hesitant question at the back of his mind. He felt his lips quirk into a small smile. After all, he’d come wading into an ocean of red too far to retract his steps to search for the island he’d started on. Where else would he go anyway once he was away from the Ravens? Despite its occasionally gruesome missions, he felt at home in their residence. There were people he trusted, there were people he cared for. And what exactly would he do once he was out in an open field of swaying trees and dancing leaves? Nothing, really. He could only continue what he did here to the best of his capabilities and hope that he’d find the answer to his questions later on during his life.
And there were more important matters to get to, like Eliza and—
Oof.
He felt someone knock into himself full force and found his hands gently but firmly steadying their shoulders so that they wouldn’t topple over himself. That was just the thing about Morgan — it was a trait he found practical use in, but also disliked at the same time. The way how gentle he was what gained him an upper hand in the element of surprise, since not many people expected him to be a part of a deadly organization. And his naturally friendly face made it easy for many to approach for a light conversation (perhaps that was the reason why whenever he was out in the streets he was caught up in so many conversations and greetings that he almost always forgot his purpose for being there in the first place). He'd dealt with a handful of men who'd even "mistaken" him as a girl for being so soft-spoken and empathetic. Couldn't guys be nice, too? He'd thought with a small tilt of his head. He'd shaken his head when he'd first heard that mocking comment, mainly because... well, because he was surrounded by ferocious females who knew how to take care of themselves. He wondered what would happen if those men were to say what they'd told him in front of Sybil and Lenore. That really would be an interesting sight to see. As for Eliza... well, she seemed like an independent individual with wit. He could tell that she was more than capable of managing herself from what he'd seen of her so far.
When he looked down, he didn’t find it too surprising to see that it’d been one of the little Ravens. He blinked his warm red-golden eyes once. The boy looked like he was in a hurry, and he looked incredibly startled — almost panic-stricken. Like he were being chased by something and had to seize something before whatever was chasing him caught up to him. “I’m sorry — are you all right?” He asked with an apologetic look settling over his naturally sanguine face.
His hair was still loosened around his shoulders, and though his expression held nothing but cordiality, the dark half moons underneath his eyes were plainly visible in sight. Whatever it was, something was keeping him up even before the incident had occurred.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 30, 2016 15:33:14 GMT -5
[[ ooh I like the font you guys are using. too bad I have no patience to code that for every post on mobile even if I know how ]]
Eliza listened to Sybil's story without a word - the girl was good at that, listening. She wasn’t like her brother, who was bold and out-there all the time, the type of person who claimed a room’s attention without even having to try. He’d been born to be noticed. Eliza… it wasn’t that she was shy. She just didn’t feel the need to be that way. She possessed a quiet sort of strength, with an ability to slip into the background that had served her well over the years. She could carry a good conversation one-on-one for hours, so long as it was stimulating and the person had captured her interest, but in groups she tended to go for the listener’s role, only interjecting when she had something of real worth to say. She cut around the fluff, the small talk, the ‘what nice weather we’re having’ kind of posing, though she knew how to do so just as the nobles did. Still—Eliza could be noticeable when she wanted to be, as she had been when the Crestles had barged in.
It was odd, she realized, how much she could relate to Sybil’s story. But maybe not—it was a common enough tale around London, where a parent gambles away all their money and takes off, leaving their child to deal with the heat. Horrible—but not uncommon. Eliza’s family had been much the same, though all at once different. They’d been wealthy, the Ganseys—her father a merchant, her mother in the elite social circles of the city (she would’ve been the type to attend parties like the Lady Rebecca’s, gush and chatter with the other ladies before going home and dissecting their behaviour like frogs). Only, her father hadn’t been a particularly good merchant. His wealth, his title, everything that kept Edmund Gansey afloat, had been inherited from his father. Including their rising debts. Eventually the debts had piled too high, and they’d lost their home, their possessions, all their wealth. And her parents—Edmund and Sophia Gansey—neither of them knew how to cope in this new world, thrown out of their sheltered lives. They didn’t know how to work or deal with the common rabble. They fell apart, and Will and Eliza were left to fend for themselves. She hadn't seen her parents in months; they saw each other occasionally, but… they were far from the people they used to be. They certainly hadn't been the ones who had kept her alive for the past five years.
At the mention of books, however, Eliza physically lit up. Her spine straightened, her eyes shone and a tiny smile took over her face. Books were… Well, they were her passion. They were one of the things that had kept her going through all this shite. Knowing that every once in awhile she could come home and get lost in another world, in someone else's world for just a little while. She’d read anything; dramas, mysteries, romances - though adventure novels were her favourite by far. Jane Austen, Emily Bronte, they were her heroes. Once upon a time she had wanted… Well, it didn't really matter what she had wanted once upon a time. ”You’ve read all these books?” She asked, delighted. ”I… I do love reading. It's been awhile since I've had the chance just to read for entertainment.” Actually, it had been a long time since Eliza had done anything just for the fun of it. Staying alive had kept her a little busy to say the least, crazy missions for necklaces not included. ”Would you mind… Could I read some of them?”
She realized how the question sounded a moment after she said it. To have the time to read these books… It would imply that she Eliza would be sticking around. That she was a permanent fixture. All this, being here, borrowing clothes, acting friendly, all of it was temporary. She had to remember that.
Eliza's expression fell a little. What right did she have to be talking so lightheartedly to these people when she may have been the reason one of them had been shot. If she hadn't stepped in, Lenore and Morgan may have gotten out before the Crestles had arrived. She didn’t regret what she had done - knew it was in no way her fault - but still. ”I’m sorry about your friend - Lenore.” She said, honestly. She might have said she'd help them get revenge or something similar, but… It really wasn't her style. Being apart of a group or revenge. She was just… Eliza. Solo player, pickpocket, unknown sister of the prince of Rockshire .
She definitely wasn't a Black Raven.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 30, 2016 17:33:16 GMT -5
[ ahhh I went to the park and got eaten a alive by the bugs ;c; ] [ it looks better though, honestly all that blue made my eyes hurt ovo ]
Sybil tipped her head slightly to the girl and smiled, nodding to her in confirmation. "You are free to read any of the books here Eliza. That is, for as long as you are stay" Sybil said. Sybil could feel the uncertainty rolling off the girl when she asked the question. That by reading these books she would be forced to stay here and join this rough and tough gang. Truth be told the Ravens hand pick their players, either they be helpers for the gambling halls or actual gang members who went out and preformed duties that would make any normal person cringe. But they took the offers that went their way, if someone came around and offered their work to the boss then they would be placed on staff and paid the same amount as everyone else. But that also meant that you would have to run around and be told orders day in and day out. But if you listened really well and did everything you were told you could work the card tables or poker games, those were fun. She ran a few before, having to wear that ugly black vest and stark white under shirt, dealing the cards to men who had a little much to drink. It was fun to watch them think and turn the wheels inside their noggins. At the mention of Lenore Sybil tipped her head once more before shrugging. "Lenore is tough, she'll be alright. There is no need to say sorry -- apologies are dealt with differently here" Sybil said, in meaning that it was dealt in revenge with blood being spilled. Sybil had the same track of mind as Remus had, to get revenge for the wound inflicted on Lenore but Sybil had a more personal target as she knew Gladys was the one who attended the party. And her and Gladys tended to ah....get into some violent free for all fights. Sometimes Sybil would get the upper hand but other times that dirty pack rat would spring some trick on her.
But this time Sybil wanted to carve her name into that girls arms and let her know who was gunning for her.
Sybil brushed a few curls from her face before glancing upwards, seeing some Ravens pass the glass windows in a hurry, even the chatter from outside was muffled from the glass. "I wonder what's going on" Sybil muttered, watching as the groups of people grew, heck even Alice and Mart had clawed their way out from the fighting rings to come up top. Sybil stood up then, walking over to the door and opening it up, the full front of the chatter outside filling the room and breaking the silence that Sybil and Eliza had been wrapped up in. The gambling hall was lit back up even the lights turning up nice and bright so the dark shadows were cast aside. Sybil knew it was too late for opening, so what was happening here? "Lily" Sybil called out, seeing the spunky red head trying to get past those crowding here and stepping on her light pink dress. "What's going on?" Sybil asked. "One of the serving boys! They said another raven came today with a letter" Lily said, only to be whisked away by Henry who came bustling out as jumpy as ever. So many charters in this gang, with each a different sparkle to their eyes. Of course most of them had a sparkle of greed and blood lust but some were sane enough to have just a sparkle of curiosity. Sybil tipped her head slightly, a roll of shock rolling through her. Another raven? But.....there was to be only one every month, and it wasn't even the end of the month yet more like the middle. So what was another raven doing here? Maybe it was a mistake? Some people in London enjoyed sending letters via birds so maybe the servant boy had mistaken the letter as a letter for the game? If so Sybil hoped he was already hiding when the others would find out. Sybil looked to Eliza and raised one eyebrow before a faint smile came to her lips. "The game never ends does it?" She said, gesturing for Eliza to follow. "I say we see what comes of this 'raven' eh?"
Of course the boy that Morgan had ran into was the one who had been rushing to get the letter for Remus, only able to sputter out nonsense before scurrying around Morgan and toward the letter room, a mail room if you really thought about it. People were gathering around in the gambling hall muttering and whispering to each other while Remus stood above the rest on the stage that would hold the entertainment such as singers and dancers or whatever else London had to offer. Sybil had to crane her neck slightly to see over the crowd, to where Remus looked back at them as some sort of 'leader' considering Dante never came down for anything, especially the letters for the game. The boy that had ran into Morgan had scurried away and came back in the same timid manner, glancing about as the people parted like the red sea for him. Remus held out his and made gestures for him to hurry up. Sybil slowly moved through the gaps in the crowd in order to get closer, making sure Eliza wasn't engulfed in the mess that was the gang. The boy handed off the letter to Remus who looked it over and scowled slightly.
"What's all over it?" Remus asked, his voice coming above the rest as he turned the letter in his hands, it looked like some ink had bleed through the paper and thus staining the outer cover. The boy just shrugged and shrunk back from Remus. Remus quirked his mouth slightly and wrinkled his nose in a thinking manner, peeling off the wax seal that was addresses on it. Sybil was able to work her way around the crowd, finding her way to Morgan, honestly how could you not find him. His hair was about so blonde it made Sybil's own blonde hair look dark. She tugged on his sleeve slightly, just to let him know she was right there and didn't want to be stepped on in any manner. She was shorter then the rest by far....
And she would admit she has been stepped on for it. It was not fun in the slightest.
Remus had a grand old time though on stage with everyone looking at him with expectant eyes as he unfolded the letter, cringing as the ink stuck to the paper and made a disgusting squishing sound as he held it open. Or he had at least thought it was ink until he looked at the writing. It was even dripping the stuff on the floor. "What's it say?" Someone from the small crowd of Ravens called out, some with a gleam in their eyes like 'Oh we must have gotten a reward' or 'Maybe we get the next job ahead everyone else' or something along those lines. By now he was sure that half of them knew about their failure tonight, and the other half was unaware of the trouble that had gone down at Lady Rebecca's party. Either way this was how they would find out. Remus let out a small sigh, tipped his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing on his head as he spoke the words written on the letter:
"WHERE.IS.MY.NECKLACE?"
10.56Those words echoed around the hall, heavy with a sinister tone. Holding the letter up further in the light Remus could make out what was written on the paper was indeed written in blood. A lot of it for it to be this thick. This wasn't some chicken scratch writing or thin pen lines....it was like someone took their finger, dipped it into some blood and then wrote those words. It was sloppy and Remus was amazed he could even read it. People shifted on their feet, seeming to wait for Remus to speak the rest. But that was all there was. Just a few words and a date that would usually mean the next job. But yet again this letter was dated for this month. So a third letter this month? Or was it a warning and they were given a time limit. The ravens around them started to whisper and muter to each other. "Has no one else gotten the necklace?"
"Not even the Purple Dragons? Crastle's or Rockshire's?" uttered some who looked as confused as Remus felt. Remus shifted where he stood, his eyes glued to the piece of paper in front of him. Maybe....no one has given over the necklace which was odd. Why not hand over the necklace? Why not? Remus folded the letter back up and sighed before handing it to someone else, not wanting to hold the bloody paper any longer. He hoped his worry didn't show in his face, for he could see other's worry as well in the crowd. He could hear them whispering to each other about how vague the message was. Some just shrugged and saw it as no harm to them. Of course it bothered Remus, and this would certainly bother Dante ( thanks a lot by the way, Remus is going to love showing this to Dante. Betteer make room for another burn mark. He should start a collection )
Remus didn't make a move to talk any more, he just stood there and watched everyone react to those words. "What does that mean?" those words finally lifted in the air, and for once....Remus didn't have any good words to let them hear. He didn't have any witty remark about the letter. Remus wanted to say something snarky and dumb to make everyone laugh but instead he frowned and thought about it. What those words mean was...someone was playing the games. And someone was breaking the only rules that had been set for it. to send the prize in as soon as you require it. Someone was breaking the rules.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 30, 2016 22:24:30 GMT -5
Eliza hesitated a second, then nodded. ”Thank you, Sybil.” She said. Not just for the books, but for understanding her hesitancy. Joining one of the gangs - it was the thing she'd spent five years of her life running from, avoiding at all costs. This was a life she did not want; one of gambling halls and cheating and betrayal and things far fouler. And now she'd just been thrust into their world. She wasn't sure where it left her standing at the moment. She was not one of them - but she'd been taken for one, and she reckoned right now if she were recognized, if she were caught, it would not turn out well in her favor. She was a guest - in a world she had taken to believe that there was no such things as guests. It was all… Rather abrupt, and she wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. Sybil's comment, for example, about apologies - Eliza knew exactly what she meant. An eye for an eye, blood for blood - that was how apologies worked here, and exactly not the way Eliza worked. Or had in the past. Then again she'd never really had people to deal revenge for. She wasn't sure how to survive in this world, in their world - though having the proper reading materials would make it all rather better.
Eliza looked up as Sybil did, watching a crowd of Ravens as they rushed by, looking like they had somewhere to be. Or somewhere to get to. Her gut turned. She didn't know what life was like among the Ravens, but it couldn't be a coincidence, not with the previous occurrences of the night. The loud bustle of chatter and footsteps burst in as Sybil opened the door, breaking the precious silence of the sitting room. Their brief moment of respite was over. Lights were on outside, on later than they usually should be, even if it was a gambling hall. Eliza waited as Sybil called out to one of the Ravens in the hall, praying that this was just some Black Raven sort of thing, that late night meetings - or early morning, depending on where you stood - but from the fact that Sybil didn't know she knew that wasn't the case. Her suspicions were confirmed as the other girl answered and -
Another letter? That wasn't how the game worked. It was one letter every month to provide instructions for the mission. Only one. So this letter must have come from someone else.
Eliza followed Sybil, trailing the group of Ravens out to the gambling hall, where a crowd had assembled. At the front of the room, on a stage, stood Remus - he must be more important among the Black Ravens than she had realized; a leader of sorts. She knew their official leader was a man named Dante Joan, but perhaps he preferred to deal with his lot from a distance. Perhaps Remus was his right hand man. Sybil snaked through the crowd, and therefore so did Eliza, following close in her footsteps. She paid no attention - or at least tried not to - to the looks cast her way, some curious, some… less so. She hurried along, trying to keep her stride confident. A small but of relief washed over Eliza as she recognized Morgan, identifiable by his unusual snowy hair and molten eyes, set in a kind face. She nodded to him in greeting - just for being a face she knew among this crowd - before turning her attention to Remus, who was preparing to read.
”WHERE.IS.MY.NECKLACE.”
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The tension in the room rose sevenfold with those four simple words and two numbers. No, not just tension. Shock, confusion. Of course, not everyone would've heard about what had happened that night at the party. They didn't know that they hadn't succeeded in stealing the necklace, that they'd failed the mission. They not including her, Eliza reminded herself. That news was no shock to her, who had been there, but she did share in the crowd's confusion. Where was the necklace? If they didn't have it, and the Crestles didn't have it, who did? Not the Purple Dragons who had chased them down to the carriages. And it couldn't be Rockshire. There was no way. And so while someone must have the necklace, it seemed as though no one did. Which meant that someone wasn't playing by the rules.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 30, 2016 23:39:57 GMT -5
( typing a reply right now cx )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 31, 2016 0:44:27 GMT -5
( ohhhh nooo bugs... ;v; *shudders* yup it does look better... i can finally see things c'x and it feels more... familiar i guess since it follows the theme of the old forums meh if i were on my phone i'd be too lazy to code too c'x or i'd be in too much of a hurry xD
ooo i definitely wanna see sybil face off with gladys that would be fun )
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With a small tilt of his head, Morgan lightly scratched his cheek in puzzlement. What had that been about? Well, no matter, he thought and quirked an eyebrow the slightest bit. If the boy was that panic-stricken, he was assuming that something incredibly important was happening. And he'd sputtered something something quite nonsensical — something that he couldn’t quite understand. He’d sputtered the word ‘raven,’ but he could be referring to them, right? He couldn’t be possibly referring to that particular dreadful raven, right? He let out a long sigh. Guess not.
He quickened his pace and reached over to his wrist where his thin black ribbon was loosely wrapped around and gathered his hair to die it into a low tail once again, and slipped on a glove over his left hand. The scar that went across the back of his hand, starting from the point where his thumb was connected to his hand, was gnarled and ugly and it wasn’t something he liked to see — or be reminded of. It reminded him too much of those cold, blank eyes — the exact person he’d received them from. His other hand, ungloved, raked over the locks that hung over his eyes. His back seemed to pull tautly a little just by thinking of the word ‘scar,’ and his jaws set tightly, though his eyes were focused on the dark and vast hallways that would lead him to where the commotion was going on. What the boy had rambled about… There couldn’t be another raven. It didn’t make sense, he thought, feeling his eyebrows furrow together in thought. There was one only every month, and this was only the middle of it. So why, why would a raven come flying straight into their residence? He felt a cold hand grip his heart, and his eyes narrowed in thought. It would either have to be something important… or something regarding the necklace they’d missed. Either way, he didn’t really want to dwell on the idea too much.
After walking through the winding hallways, he reached the steps of the gambling hall only to be swept away by the bustling human current. There were quiet murmurs here and there, and he caught a few eyes who looked back at him. They looked like they were questioning him, as if to ask him what was going on, to which he shook his head to the side. He’d been there in the incident, but that didn’t make him someone who could answer their puzzlement. He felt a rough shoulder push past him, and turned around only to see the face of an old time companion. Well, companion wasn’t the right word — or was it? It was hard to tell what kind of relationship he had going on with Nazareth, who glanced over at him with his blue eyes. But at least the guy wasn’t all that bad — not from what he’d seen, anyway. Just a little petulant and rough and rude and past all that, well… that’d have to be saved for other times, and not one such as this. “Watch it, Snowy,” he muttered, his voice a low, visceral growl. And to this, Morgan only smiled, unamused, with a simple reply: “It’s Morgan.” Why did people call him ‘Snowy,’ anyway? When he’d first heard of the nickname, he found himself being teased by quite a few Ravens. They could just call him by his name, not… Snowy. It didn’t bother him too much anymore; after all, he had heard it too many times from both allies and enemies.
When he felt a tug on his white sleeve, he turned his head a little downwards to see Sybil, and felt slightly more relieved even with all the excitement around himself. By the way how her small mouth pulled and her eyes gleamed underneath the lights, he could tell that she was worried about being stepped on like she had before (which he’d been bemused at and worried for the lives of the people who had done it). Instead of saying anything, he lightly put his shoulder against hers in a display of reassurance, and returned Eliza’s greeting with a subtle, but warm tug of his lips. At lease she seemed okay. He soon found himself looking up to see Remus, with his bright garnet-hued hair and his bright, keen eyes flickering as he opened the letter. His red-golden eyes widened the slightest bit at the sight of the ‘ink’ lazily dripping down onto the floor. What on Earth?
"WHERE.IS.MY.NECKLACE?"
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Instantly he felt as if someone had snapped a string inside of himself. He’d been worried about what the letter would say, and it was worse than he thought. Through the back of the paper, he could tell that the message hadn’t been written with regular ink. With his jaw set, he remained silent. He was certain that Sybil could feel the tension of his shoulders as the other Ravens around waited for Remus to continue. But that was it. That was all there was. The questions that slowly came from the confused Ravens clouded his head as well. They’d all been there — he’d seen all of them there in that party. The Purple Dragons, the Crestles, the Rockshires. And he’d been there with Lenore and Eliza and Vincent and Gladys — who clearly had not been notified of the missing necklace either. So who had taken it? And more importantly, why hadn’t they handed it over? His face remained tranquil, but the spark of worry and confusion in his eyes was quite evident as these thoughts roamed around his foggy head.
“What does that mean?” He heard someone ask amongst all the Ravens.
It means, he thought grimly. That someone’s playing by their own rules.
He watched Remus carefully, his golden orbs searching the blue ones as if to wait for the man to say something. When he didn’t, he realised that even the well-acknowledged Raven had nothing to say. In any case, he hoped that he’d caught Remus’s eyes as he tilted his head to the side, indicating the door. He gently grabbed Sybil’s arm and pulled her over, steering her through the crowd of gaping people. There was nothing else to be done. Glancing over his shoulders, he saw if Eliza was still there. He didn’t want her to get caught up with the other Ravens and become lost. After all, she’d just arrived. She wouldn’t know where to go, and if she was separated from them, who knew what the more vulgar Ravens would do? He felt his nose crinkle. What kind of situation would that bring? Certainly not something pleasant, he'd imagine. She wasn’t a part of them, and he was certain that anyone who came across her would realise it in a heartbeat. That couldn't be good. There was just something about her that made her different from them, and it was quite noticeable. Perhaps it was her demeanour or her eyes or the low bloodlust she portrayed. He couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was different, though the difference was there, plain in sight. It probably would be better if that wall continued to stay, separating her from the Underground world until they found a way to get her out of this whole mess.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 31, 2016 1:32:31 GMT -5
[ throw down between Sybil and Gladys is demanded now ] [ yas all the familiar-ess-ness haha ]
[ I got me trusty bug spray don't worry owo ] [ sorry if it seems a little short, my brain is like blahr ]
Remus could feel their eyes burning holes into him waiting for him to speak. To do well something that meant reassuring them. But what could he do? He just opened a letter that was written in blood and was now expected to some how explain what it meant? It meant what it said, Where was this guys ( or girls ) necklace? And then a date in which he guessed the next letter would be sent to the underground of London. He frowned slightly as the crowd jostled around here and there, only to glance around the room. His eyes fell on two pair of eyes. One being Sybil who looked as confused as ever with a small crinkle to her nose and her head tipped to the side like that of a dog trying to understand their master's request. He just lifted his shoulders just barely in a light shrug. He didn't know what it meant, he had no idea what the letter was suppose to mean other then what it was demanding. ( By the way it was a miracle to even see Sybil in this crowd, the girl may be strong as any grown man but she had the height that made others thing she was like a young girl again ) The next pair of eyes he was met with was Morgan's who seemed to indicate the doors leading to a more secluded area. Remus nodded just barely and began to walk off the stage, leaving people with their questions in the hair with no one to answer them. He simply walked toward the doors leading to the empty rooms, where he could get his thoughts out in the open. He ignored the holes drilling into his skin, ignoring the stares and confused looks as he walked toward the doors, pushing them open and slipping inside.
What had they expected him to do at this very moment? He wasn't even the official second in command! He was just the guy who had started out counting coins for them and making sure they didn't go bankrupt! Then he went from that to some leader within a few hours just because he was able to work his way out of a situation with his words? It's called a book people, go and read one and learn those big words yourself! Rubbing the back of his head, he began to pace from left to right. He was ready to tear a hole in the carpet with this letter, having to rub his hands now on his trousers at the idea he had touched that letter. He tried to wrap his head around it, tried to think of what this really meant and what this could lead to. Obviously it lead to having the gangs turn on each other or rather turn on the Black Ravens in that matter. That was the last thing he wanted at this moment actually was an all out war between the gangs. He had a job to do, people to boss around, and cards games to cheat at. He didn't have time for this. For any of this actually. He wanted to go to sleep, and just make this all someone else problem. Then again they would probably screw it all up and it would be his fault in the end. He fumbled with the cuffs on the end of his jacket, chewing on the inside of his lip while his brain worked faster around this new problem that has presented itself.
But Sybil and Morgan were right behind Remus. Sybil was glad that Morgan had given her the small sign of reassurance of what she was mainly worried about before and also glad she was next to someone who would notice she was even there in the first place. Though she would have liked it if Lenore was present as well but the poor thing was stuck in the infirmary with a big old Benny for company which wasn't bad. Her thoughts on the letter was....mixed. She didn't understand if there was some deeper meaning to it, if there was something more that was hidden beneath all that blood. Whatever it was made her head hurt and frankly she wished this could have waited until morning when she was half asleep and didn't give a flying hoot. When she could stumble her way down here and just try to make sense of the words being uttered. Where she could stuff her face full of bread and coffee and listen with one ear and have it all fall out the other end. But sadly that didn't happen so here they were.
She looked up when Morgan grabbed her arm to steer her through the crowd, Sybil's other hand reaching out to grip the loose fabric on Eliza's shirt. She knew it wasn't that far away but she didn't want poor Eliza to get tangled in the masses. Sybil let out a few curses as a few Ravens stumbled back into her, scrunching up her nose at them as they backed away. "I'm not that short, use your eyes. If any of you can't see me well that's a lot of eyes doing nothing" Sybil grumbled, releasing Eliza's shirt when they entered the room with Remus who was pacing around and had that all to familiar face on. That was what they labeled as the thinking face, the one where his lips would silently move while he whispered to himself. Like trying to solve a problem in your head but having to talk it out first. That was what Remus's face was doing. "Earth to Remus" Sybil said and rapped her knuckles on the wall for his attention, his blue eyes snapping upwards at the sound. "Hm?" He said, as if he had forgotten what had just happened. Sybil rolled her eyes before pinning them on Remus. "Care to um explain sir?" She said in her best snarky tone of voice. Remus just lifted an eyebrow, waited a moment before the wheels started back up. "Oh yes um...well there's nothing really to explain" He said, crossing his arms over his chest while his foot tapped repeatedly on the floor. "They are demanding the necklace which results in that no one has handed it over and violated the one rule that was set up. Which means someone is playing a different game but for a different result" He said.
"Well geez that makes all the sense in the world!"
"Exactly I don't see what was so hard that I need to explain"
"Remus I think you need to brush up on sarcasm" Sybil rolled her eyes once more and crossed her arms over her own chest, looking at him with a frown present on her freckled face. "What about the numbers? Why is there going to be a third letter in the same month?" She said. "Probably to demand the necklace again and whoever can bring it along with the heads of those who broke the rules gets a bonus prize" Remus stated. Oh yes that made a lot more sense. If they didn't have the necklace, and the Crestle's, Purple Dragons, and Rockshire's thought they did, who did Remus think was gonna be stuck the blame for this. But this could be a good thing, she could get her fist rammed into Gladys's face and try to make it look even more ugly then it already was! But Sybil didn't want another run in with sir William Gansey ( although she would love to just sit there and call him William until he was blue in the face )
"So what are we gonna do?" Sybil asked, but Remus just stood there and once more narrowed his eyes. "Um...well I guess we find out who stole the necklace"
"Oh yes so simple, do you want a medal for that genius plan?"
"You know, your sarcasm was better handled when you were trapped in a skirt and corset" Remus grumbled, only letting Sybil shrugged and smile again. "I prefer having the choice of kicking you in the face"
But on a serious note here, as much as Remus enjoyed the banter the two usually had, the tension in the air was still present. Remus's muscles were tensed and tight, the burn becoming bothered by the shift of his body langue. Sybil's eyes seemed to take on a edge of worry, her stance a bit straighter then usual. All of this was turning into a mess, a show gone wrong, a job done poorly. And Remus couldn't fix it with a snap of his fingers or the quick reflexes of Sybil smashing her fist in someone's throat. No, whoever was behind this was the cause for all this drama and hysteria. And Remus hated it when others had a upper hand on the game.
He loathed it.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 31, 2016 5:04:43 GMT -5
( yuussssss XD i know riggghhtt heheh
oh whew okay that’s good to hear i’m okay with bugs as long as it’s not a mosquito no problem-o c; )
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What now? It didn’t seem like a few minutes had passed before Lenore felt her eyes groggily open to a blurry world. Her head throbbed as if someone was pounding her skull, knocking on her senses mercilessly. Despite the blanket, the air felt cold, and the ceiling looked much, much far away than it had before. She tried to search through her memories of what had happened and pull on the strings that would give her the right memories, but found it pointless and shook her head to the side. That was a mistake. The gesture caused a sharp pang in the side of her head, and for a moment she lay still, calming her fuzzy head down and adjusting her eyes to the dim light of the infirmary. The letter. Her hand wrapped around the sheets. It wasn’t there. Her eyes flew open, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. Where was it? The thought of the missing item was enough to cause her to snap up from the bed, sending a fresh wave of nausea over her. Blinking away the spots that danced before her eyes, she grabbed her pounding head with her good hand and looked around, clearly looking out for the envelope with its black stamp carrying the Crestles’ symbol. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she pulled the covers away, not exactly noticing the company she had in the infirmary. Her mind was narrowed down to the letter and its message from the Crestles. Imagine what they could do with it. Imagine if they turned the Crestles’ word against them by coming up with a plan that would fool them into thinking that they’d surrendered in defeat. And through this — if they took the right steps, they’d be able to see if the Crestles were the masterminds behind this whole mess.They had many suspects to consider regarding the incident. The Crestles, the Rockshires, the Purple Dragons. Even the Black Ravens. Someone from their own gang might have committed the crime. Whoever had done this had outwitted some of the most smartest and ambitious people and had known what they were doing, orchestrating the events perfectly to their benefactors. The only way to figure out the right criminal was to knock each and every one of them off. Or, at least, start investigating who could have stolen the first prize, with their second mission steadily approaching them. And investigating the the Crestles wouldn’t be a bad place to start now, would it? After all, she thought bitterly. Vincent and Gladys could have put up an act. It was far-fetched for them to do something like that, she knew, but it was just how their organization worked — they loved chaos and violence and manipulation and would do anything to revel out of it.
She trusted Remus. His judgement was something that she would follow (goodness, she’d even put up with his more ridiculous ideas), and she believed (or rather hoped) that he wouldn’t explode when the Crestles’ little ‘deal’ registered with him. If she’d been the old Lenore Ellison… well, would have played right into their hands. She would’ve done exactly what the Crestles had wanted. She would have tried to figure things out on her own without the reliance of anyone. She would have kept the letter to herself, possibly even gotten herself killed in the process. The letter bore the same manipulation technique the Crestles were capable of doing. It was one of their ways of causing people to turn their backs against each other. Too bad she already had faith in the three Ravens. As for the other girl? She wasn’t too sure. But now that she was underneath their wings, she wouldn’t let her face the damage those crazy, infamous killers and other gangs could inflict to the best of her capabilities. Besides, she hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Lazarus her exact thoughts. Morgan and the girl, as well as Sybil, were young. Yes, they were a part of the Ravens, and as such, they would be treated as one. Deep down, that didn’t come as easily as she wished it to.
She glanced around, only to finally catch sight of the large silhouette of Benny. Had he been here for a long time? She felt the ebb in her head die down a little, only to shift over to her upper arm, which throbbed dully. Where on Earth was the stupid letter?
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The moment Morgan’s eyes landed on the furiously pacing Remus, his rubbed the back of his neck using his ungloved hand. He felt more than just bad. Guilty, even. Though he knew that Remus’ suffering wasn’t exactly his fault, he still couldn’t help but feel that it was. If only he could’ve gotten the necklace somehow… maybe Sybil would be resting and Remus would be released from this particularly cruel night. Maybe Lenore wouldn’t have been shot by who he assumed to be Gladys. Maybe Eliza would be back in her own home, reading as many books as she wanted to and burning as many dresses as she liked. He saw the much older Raven fumble with the cuffs on the end of his jacket, looking as if he desperately wanted to punch something until it became nothing. He could tell that no one here wanted to be here — and in all honesty, who would? He didn’t, either. The incident seemed to be exacerbating more and more as each hour passed.
He listened to Remus’s and Sybil’s bantering with a half-hearted curve of his lips. If this were a different situation, a better situation, he’d be chuckling along and even joining their play of words from time to time. Their humour usually lifted his spirits and made him feel reassured before any sort of mission were to happen. Except for this. Now, even their wit couldn’t lift his dread that sunk even further, though it didn’t really surface upon his face. The worried boy he was disappeared with shocking ease, leaving only a small glimmer in his red-golden eyes vulnerable to what he could possibly be feeling as situation after situation unraveled around him. Even the two looked tense as they argued, and the atmosphere just didn’t feel right. It had a weight to it that Morgan couldn’t exactly describe, one where if everything were to become silent, then they’d all choke from the pressure.
That was when the door opened. His eyes widened in surprise at who approached them.
What are you doing here?
Lenore was leaning against the doors she’d pushed opened. Her shoulders rose and fell unevenly, and her breath escaped her lips in small gasps of air. By the way how out of breath she was, she’d probably ran to get here. It wasn’t like her to enter like this. After all, especially when they were facing their enemies, she did love appearing quite grandly, to which Morgan could only shake his head a little and laugh quietly. It was quite fun when he was assigned together with her on a mission to ambush their enemies since it was only then and there he could see her eagerness just to ‘conduct a show.’ The way how her dark eyes twinkled as she watched their targets was quite amusing. She was one strange person, he’d thought. If she hadn’t been associated with the Black Ravens, he assumed that she would be an actress of some sort. She was bare-footed and her her thin ankles were revealed, with her long hair falling over the white nightgown — wait, nightgown? Morgan could feel his cheeks color at the sight. The simple loose white attire allowed the bandages applied to her wound wrap around her arm and bare shoulder, securing it tightly so that it wouldn’t slip off. In her good hand was a letter, which he didn’t pay attention to. That was until he spotted the black crest marked onto the centre of the envelope. The Crestles? Why was she holding a letter from the Crestles?
“I heard about the raven,” she spoke with her composed voice while lowering her back as she slowly regained her breath, her gesture causing locks of her dark hair to fall over her shoulders. Her arm probably wasn't doing the best, but none of it showed on her expression. Not even a single wince. Not even a small twitch of the lips. She'd taken on that infamously stoic expression of hers where it seemed like she had just been reading a book, only to glance up because someone had spoken to her. Hadn't Benny been with her? Then again, thought Morgan. She wasn't someone who could be stopped with a few words. And if she'd come here like this, it probably meant that whatever she held in her hand had further alarmed her, augmented by the raven's arrival.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 31, 2016 9:09:46 GMT -5
[[ so I'm gonna be gone all day again visting family soooo... I'll try to write up a reply but it'll be short and it may or may not happen.
Good news is this week I should be doing literally jothing so I can actually write some good replies.
Plus I wanna bring Will back ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 31, 2016 10:01:29 GMT -5
( nooooo problem-o c: doing nothing is the best xDD
yusss i wanna see will again )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 31, 2016 12:58:12 GMT -5
[[ omg I hate bugs. like, mosquitos aren't even bad; where I live right now we have black flies, and when they bite you they like actually take a chunk of you. they're vicious.
also yes I would pay for a Gladys / Sybil showdown.
I sooo want Sybil&Lenore&Eliza to be friends because c’mon, they'd be the scariest set of besties ever cx ]]
The gambling hall was in muted chaos. At least to Eliza, who stood there with Sybil and Morgan feeling lost and confused among it all. It wasn't like the cacaphony of the party, gunshots ringing and dignified ladies screaming and running - some lords too, losing any semblance of manliness to the sudden realization that they had in fact spent the past few hours not in the company of the wealthy and prosperous, but among crooks and murderers and thieves. Another time Eliza might have found it funny - in an entirely cynical sense - but the fact that she'd been running for her life had stolen any levity from the situation. This kind of chaos however was not amusing; it was quiet, hushed questions and accusations and suspicious looks. And Eliza was attracting more than her fair share.
Out of place, out of place, out of place. It rolled off of her in every sense, and not just because no one would recognize her. Eliza didn't look like a Black Raven. It was hard to place why, exactly, but no matter how you looked at it, she didn't fit the picture. Maybe it was the fact that she was young, that she looked young. She might’ve been tall, quite tall for a girl, actually, which was something her parents had always tutted about (”How are you ever to find a husband? No man wants a wife who's taller than he is?”) to which she'd replied that no man that would not like a tall wife would be a person she'd want to marry - but the gauntness of her face, her too thin, bony frame, was childlike. The bouncy curls and eyes just a little too big for her face didn't particularly help her case. But Sybil couldn't be that much older than her, and there were plenty of people younger milling around, so it wasn't that. Perhaps it was just the lack of bloodlust in her eyes, no hunger for violence or even particularly for money. All that was in Eliza's eyes was a heaviness, a sort of resolve that was at once firm and lonely and somewhere under it all a spark of something that clung to life, something that clung to the promise of starry summer nights and warm food and all the good things life had to offer. Out of place.
She was saved from having to stand out there any longer as Sybil grabbed hold of her shirt, tugging her along as she once again cut through the crowd, this time with Morgan as well. Eliza offered up no argument, glad to get away from the rest of the Ravens. None had tried anything so far, obviously, and she doubted they would so long as she was with Sybil or Morgan, who seemed to be fairly well ranked among their group, but if she was alone… She liked to think she could hold her own, but she knew better than to take that for granted. Hopefully Eliza would be out of here before she had the chance to find out.
She kept off to the side as they stepped into the room, their little group joined by Remus, looking wearier than before. They all did, even as sarcastic banter - which Eliza was starting to figure was a familiar thing - passed between them. Remus was tugging at his sleeves, looking like he maybe wanted to punch something, though she didn't know him well enough to accurately get a read on him. Sybil's eyes held a certain edge and Morgan… Well, Morgan looked tense too. Her eyes caught on his hands, one gloved, the other not. Despite all the other things she had to worry about, this sparked a chord of curiosity within Eliza. Unimportant, perhaps, but interesting. Not that she should be being nosy with these people who were offering her hospitality, she reminded herself, averting her eyes. Eliza remained silent.
She looked up, surprised, as none other than Lenore pushed her way through the doors, breathing heavily. She must've run all the way from the infirmary, then, if they did in fact have one of those here. And in a hurry, too, unless it was common for ladies to be running around in their nightgowns here, with a bulletwound in their shoulder bo less. But then again, perhaps it was. Eliza couldn't imagine injuries were a rare occurence among the gang. Heck, Eliza had sustained plenty of injuries over the years even without being targeted by three other gangs (not including the smaller ones littered around). She had far more scars than your average seventeen year old girl.
It was the envelope it Lenore’s hand that truly caught Eliza's attention however, even if she was relieved to see that the other woman was doing well. Her stomach sank. Not another letter - she'd had enough of those for one night. It couldn't be another letter from the mysterious people in charge of the game. No, it really was impossible. Three letters in one month was strange enough, but two in one night? That would simply be wasteful. And as she could tell from the previous letter - straight to the point, no room for flourishing words - wasteful was not their style. They demanded what they wanted, and didn't particularly care what went down in order for them to acquire it. So who had sent this one?
Her question was answers as she caught sight of the seal. Not the creators of the game, then. Unmistakable, distinct. The seal on the envelope belonged only to the Crestles. Whatever they wanted, it wouldn't be good. Eliza drew in a breath, speaking up for the first time since she'd entered the room. ”I don't suppose that's a letter of apology?” She asked, dreading the response she knew she would receive.
[[ a little late but let's just pretend I posted this two hours ago cx ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 31, 2016 13:41:22 GMT -5
[ will will will will nye the ....gang guy ] [ doing nothing is indeed fun o3o no biggie Ult c: ] [ yes they be the best of scurry friends like 'you beat my friend up and I beat you up' owo ] [ bugs eat me alive whenever I go outside, I don't get like small bites but like big and red blotchy ones o,3,o ]
Remus's eyes snapped up when the door opened and it was like he turned to stone right on the spot. He looked at Lenore with a frown on his face, clearly upset that the girl was up and running all the way here. Not to mention the other letter in her hand. More letters geez how much more letters could he have before he just starts a collection of them? "You should be resting" He said, but Sybil cast a look towards him that was equal to what he guessed she wanted to say. So should you, you idiot was what he guessed she would say. But so far only Benny knew about the burn on his shoulder, and only Benny alone knew about it plus Dante who of course had put the burn on him. He shifted slightly as he looked at Lenore and tipped his head to the side. "You...have another letter?" Remus muttered, not knowing what this could hold. The Crestle's were a messy and crazy gang, why he was shocked to see they could write a bloody letter. "We just need one from the dragons and Rocks, then we can have a collection" Sybil muttered, her eyebrows furrowing on the mention of the Rockshire gang. Remus glanced towards Sybil before looking to Lenore, hesitating to move from his spot before walking over to her.
He approached the heaving girl and tipped his head slightly before gently placing one hand on her shoulder and the other slowly slipped the letter from her grip. "Come on go sit down you" He said, gently steering her toward the few chairs in the room. The last thing he needed was her wounds to open up and just start poring blood all over the place. Not to mention he didn't want her up at all. He should have strapped her down to the bed instead with chains and rope. He should have known that she wouldn't have missed out on this arrival or at least he guessed she wouldn't. Not to mention that Remus was going to scold Benny for letting the girl out of the infirmary considering the man was huge and she was....a girl that was taller then Sybil but still. He bit the bottom of his lip as he gripped the letter in his hand and wanted so badly to just rip it up and say that the Crestle's were nothing but a flea in their fur meant to be torn away. He never saw the Crestle gang as a threat in the past when he was a Purple Dragon and he still saw them as a gang that was sloppy. Messy and uneducated on the art that was being a gang to be rightfully feared. They lacked the threat and the fear when speaking their name. The only ones who feared them were the people and nothing more. The other gangs saw them as a pest and so did Remus.
Did Remus have memories concerning the Crestle gang when they just starting out? Yes he did. Did Sybil? Of course, she would toss down with a new member every week and come back with either a bloody lip or a black eye but she would be smiling nonetheless. Remus remembered them coming into the Purple Dragon's harbor house in a tight pack, smiling and grinning like a pack of hyenas. He remembered them knocking the chest of money from his hands when crossing their path, he remembered a lot of things but they were all memories that he saw as annoying encounters. Lu Tang would inform him that they were just like annoying children that liked to cause trouble and act like the grown ups, act like a big fish in a small pond when in reality they were the same size as the other big fish that only had a huge ego. Remus had actually take note of those words from that day, having to agree with the Dragon before going on his day. And now here he was again recalling those words while looking down at the letter. He scowled a bit and sighed, forcing his fingers to open the letter up. Whatever it was, it was probably the Crestle's useless blabber. He merely chuckled though at the comment that Eliza made, half hoping maybe she was right.....
But when he read it he only frowned further
"What does it say?" Sybil asked and tipped her head slightly to the side as Remus had a look of being annoyed and frustrated. He looked toward Lenore and back to the letter before refolding it. "They want Lenore, Morgan and Eliza. Or else they are going to spark all out war in the London underground. All of them...against all of us" He said softly, the letter being snatched from his hands by Sybil, who skimmed her eyes over it again and again. "They can't be serious?" She muttered and couldn't help but feel her own wave of anger come off of it. "They're the Crestle's not the flipping Queen. The dragons and Rocks won't..." She began but the look on Remus's face told it all. Remus gently pried the letter from Sybil's hand and handed it over to Morgan for him to read. "They can cause they have the right push. They think we have the necklace, and which they will tell the Dragons and the Rocks....which will result in them believing in it unless we give over proof we don't have it" Remus said. Which made things even worse in what he was thinking. If the next letter for the game were to come and demand the heads of those who have not given over the necklace then the whole gang of the ravens will be hunted down and dwindled down until they are few in numbers and killed off. All because of the Crestle's using blunt force rather then their freaking heads.
"We aren't going to obey these 'demands' are we?" Sybil asked, her head tipped to the side as she looked at Remus who just seemed to be looking into space with a glare set on his eyes. No not a glare but....something dark crossing over those blue hues. "Of course not" He said. "We are will reply the way we always do when presented with war" He said. But something in Sybil told her that Remus didn't want to respond with just a letter. He wanted to do something that said 'Come and get us, we aren't afraid' kind of thing. He wanted to gamble with the possibility of the Ravens being taken out from the play. But why would he even want to gamble with the gang he was a part of. He shifted slightly where he stood as he thought about what would be done. He was thinking ways to respond and none of them spelled 'Hey let's just talk about this before we do anything' he wanted to do something drastic. Sybil couldn't help but shift slightly where she stood as she watched Remus, who seemed to have an idea on how to respond. He wouldn't explode with anger, no his anger was simmering underneath his layers on layers of stress and calm. He had ideas going through his head that would require him to maybe be looked down at but at this point he didn't care. He knew how to play this game and he knew how to get their attention. Right now he was thinking how fast he could corner some Crestles into a corner where he could let loose the hounds he was thinking about moments before this letter fetching madness started.
"Remus what are you thinking of doing?" Sybil asked after a moment, but he held a hand and let a smile come to his lips. His normal 'I'm going to gamble with fate today' smile. The same smile he had when he had gotten the first letter and the same smile he had worn when trying to work out the plans going through his head during the party. "I have a few ideas but first....I think if we find the necklace and whoever stole it would be a good start....that and I want to track down Victor and Gladys....maybe a few of their pals as well?"
"Why?"
"Oh just to talk....I hear they like the hound races near the country..."
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 31, 2016 22:37:35 GMT -5
[[ gambling ruuules! but since technically Bill is a short form of William he could be a Bill for real. & if his middle name was Niall… jk because I think Will would smack anobody who would call him Bill Sybil don't get any ideas.
that sucks. if biting bugs weren't a thing summer would be by far my favourite season though.
mmm… I know how Will's going to come back cx ]]
Any hope Eliza might have had that the letter was something positive, a truce or something - which hadn't been honest hope, really - flooded down the drain as she watched Remus’s expression fall. The red-haired man frowned, and just like that Eliza knew they were in for more bad news. Though really, how much worse could it get in one night? They'd nearly been killed by a pair of psycho thugs, run for their lives through a pompous party (during which they'd nearly been killed again, including one of them getting shot), narrowly escaped from another group who wanted to kill them - thanks to her brother, to William Gansey, astonishingly enough - and had now received an angry letter written in blood, giving them a deadline to hand in something that no one knew where to find. So really, what else could go wrong?
”They want Lenore, Morgan and Eliza. Or else they are going to spark an all out war in the London Underground. All of them… against all of us.”
Ah, Eliza thought in the moment before the information really sunk in, so it could get worse. Much worse. And then it clicked for her, her brain unfreezing and the dots connecting, what the letter was asking. They wanted the Ravens to hand the three of them over. Her, Morgan and Lenore. Of course, because the Crestles believed that they were the ones who'd taken it, that in their escape they'd cheated them out of it. Of course that wasn't the case, so even if the necklace was all they'd demanded they'd have had no way of handing it over. So they were trapped; hand them over or face war between the gangs, a war which would be brutal on all sides. The other gangs might unite against the Ravens with the promise of the necklace, but the second they realized they didn't have it it would be all out chaos. This was the kind of politics she'd always tried to avoid - politics that were in no way civil, all temporary alliances and deals and bargains that no one had any intention of honoring. And Eliza was caught right in the middle of it.
And she was the expendable one here, she realized quickly. Morgan, Lenore… They were something to the Black Ravens, important enough to be apart of what sort of little inner circle she was currently witnessing. If Remus and Sybil and all the others were even halfway decent people - and from what she'd seen so far, she couldn't say they weren't - they wouldn't jump to hand them over. But Eliza - like they'd said, she was just a mystery girl to them, picked up in the heat of the moment under a common need to survive. She wasn't trying to be self-deprecating - only logical. They didn't need her, didn't have any personal attachments to her, so therefore if handing her over was the best way to keep their own people safe, it only made sense. They wanted all three of them, but one was better than nothing, right? Worse, this meant she really couldn't be leaving any time before this was sorted out; if the Crestles caught her - or anyone else who may now be looking - she'd be done for.
Eliza had gone pale - well, paler than usual, since her natural skin tone was already very fair. She looked around the room, from Remus to Lenore to Sybil to Morgan, trying to get a read on their faces, to see what they thought of this proposal.
It wasn't until Sybil asked the question she'd been thinking and Remus shot back that no, of course they weren't going to turn them over that Eliza relaxed. A little. She still didn't like this whole thing, didn't like the idea of being a pawn in a game. She'd always been the one to play her own cards; she wasn't used to anyone else having any semblance of control over her. Even if she wasn't actually a Black Raven, the situation they were in put her at their mercy. It wasn't her fault she remained not completely trusting. She was weary - that was all - and rightly so. But it wouldn't stop her from being civil, friendly even.
Eliza continued to listen along to the conversation, characteristically quiet. Once again they'd lapsed into an unfamiliar zone for her - actions of revenge. Blood for blood, eye for an eye. Still not her style. But for these people, it seemed, from the smile that had taken over Remus’s face, just a necessary component of everyday life. He started rattling off fragments of ideas, not all of which entirely made sense to Eliza. Hounds? What hounds? And of course finding the necklace would be beneficial - if only they had the slightest clue as to where to start looking.
Eliza yawned. What time was it by this point? Undoubtedly an ungodly hour of the morning. Adrenaline had been keeping her going before but… She was flagging. Looking around the room, she knew she wasn't the only one who was exhausted. But how could she excuse herself to go to sleep at a moment like this? Perhaps she'd stick it out for a little longer...
"Hound races?" She questioned. "I take it you don't mean that literally. Care to explain, Mr. Hawkins?"
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jul 31, 2016 22:44:27 GMT -5
( ouch. that doesn’t sound good… here we only have mosquitos and wasps… i’ve never heard of flies biting you though ono that’s kinda scary actually ._.
omg yes they would be the scariest set of besties haha cx watch out peeps!
aaah that song… my class used to be obsessed with singing it for some reason Cx sybil call will bill
owww… stwupid bugs leave ult and bee alone ;n;….
will come baaackkk )
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So should you, you idiot, seemed to be a shared thought. The small rise of Lenore's eyebrow clearly carried the same meaning. She should be resting? She almost found her hand massaging her temple exasperatedly, but her hands remained by her side. The bad arm hung limply. The good one held onto the letter, careful not to wrinkle its surface. Instead, she nodded her head once at Remus’s question — and at Sybil’s comment. She caught Sybil’s eyes furrowing on the mention of the Rockshires, though she did not mention it. Perhaps something had happened in particular between her and someone in the Rockshires. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for opposite gangs to have some sort of controversy going on. Her gaze turned over to face the somewhat mortified and surprised red-golden orbs of Morgan, who genuinely looked worried about her emergence. He looked like he wanted to say something, but only shook his head to the side slightly and eyed her steadily. Her eyes returned his gaze. When he turned away and brought his hands up so that he could rest them on his waist in a troubled manner, she noticed his one gloved and one ungloved hand. He looked worried about something — sure, this whole situation was enough to make anyone concerned — but he looked… more distressed that usual. The way how his golden eyes flickered was enough for her to pick up on his worries. Had something been bothering him, all before this mess had happened in the first place? She remembered clearly that he had some sort of connection with the Crestles. That was where he’d come from, too, stumbling with blood leaking from his back, though that was all he really acknowledged and mentioned when his past came into light and drew the curiosity of some. Her eyes then went to the girl. Goodness gracious, she still didn’t know the girl’s name. I’d like to talk with her once this mess settles down, she thought to herself, a smile appearing upon her lips at the mention of an apology letter.
“I’m all right, Remus," she started when she was steered over towards one of the chairs in the room, glancing over her shoulder to match Remus’s eyes with her own. “Really.” The moment she’d found the letter, she’d hidden it and had acted quite faint by touching her head and saying (okay, she admitted, so maybe it’d been a little too dramatic to say ‘saying’) something along the lines of: “Are you sure I’m not dying, Benny? I do feel quite faint… If I do happen to, do take care of the others for me… oh, and do feed the small kitten who visits the back quite often — I believe it has nowhere else to do.” And when the probably-exasperated medic of the Ravens had turned around to get her something, she’d started running. Did she feel bad? Yes, she thought with a small twinge of guilt. Yes, she did feel bad. She’d apologize later properly, but she couldn’t have been cooped up in that dull room while all of this was going on. Even if one of her legs had been torn off, she probably would’ve somehow found her way here. By the look in Remus’ eyes, he was probably regretting the lack of straps for each individual bed created in the world. She felt a small twinge of something quite inexplicable when she realised that she was looking at him again like this. After all, she’d been worried about his well-being, especially now that he’d seen Dante. And Remus had no nothing. No bruises, no wounds, no anything. Her lips pressed together. She her earlier thoughts were right. What had the cruel man done this time? I'm not letting you see him alone again even if it means that I die.She saw Morgan take the letter from their unofficial leader and skim through the words, blanching as he read through the letter. His eyebrows knitted together the more he read. His jaw seemed to tighten with every syllable scrawled out onto the paper. His shoulders trembled a little — not from fear, she realised. From what could be regarded as anger. When he glanced back up, he sighed and looked over at Eliza with uncertainty. She could almost hear his thoughts about her — the look in his eyes said it all.
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So yes, Morgan’s hand had shaken a little upon reading the words. But he couldn’t quite help it; he was terrible when it came to dealing with the Crestles. And to have them target someone else made him feel very sick indeed. He allowed a sigh to escape his lips as his uncertain red-golden eyes glanced over at Eliza. She probably wouldn’t be able to leave as soon as she’d like to, he knew. He’d had his suspicions already from the beginning — he imagined that the Crestles, since Vincent and Gladys had seen her, would've hunted her down in packs like blood-hungry wolves. And he reckoned that she was a solo player. A part of him had brought her here on impulse due to the little “surprise” attack the Crestles had launched, and another part of him had brought her here knowing that it could be safer for her if she had a few other people with her. At least then, she wouldn’t have to face off those Crestles alone. And oh, what made him angered wasn’t just that. They knew. Back in the chambers, they had probably known that she really had nothing to do with them, but had involved her into the mess anyway, thinking that the addition of the girl (they were assured that he would’ve taken her away) would slow them down. Well, they didn’t know that she was quite capable of taking care of herself now, did they? He thought with his eyes narrowing. His thumb ran over his gloved hand, rubbing at the sore spot worrisomely. It was a habit of his, he realized when he was thinking and stressed.
Eliza’s words drew a weak but comforting smile from him. It didn’t last long, though, as Remus spoke along with Sybil. He saw the girl tense, becoming pale. And he quietly shook his head in his mind. He knew Remus and Sybil and they were not the kind of people who would turn any of them over. Even when it regarded Eliza, who he'd noticed that Sybil had seem to become close with. She wasn't a part of the Ravens, but she was underneath their wings. I told you before, I'm not going to hurt you. As long as she didn't suddenly decide to turn her back against them over her stay (even then he probably wouldn't be able to), he would be one of the Ravens trying to keep her safe. In a way, it was his fault for dragging her here, too. Perhaps as a plan handing the three over could work, like a part of a scheme. But for real? No, not really. Not going to obey these demands, huh. When his focus moved to Remus, he could tell that the older man wanted something grand to happen. It wasn’t just a regular scheme that he was coming up with, he realised with a flicker of understanding. Whatever they were going to do, it would be a reckless one. And somehow it seemed to involve… hounds? The smile that grazed over Remus’s lips seemed to reveal more than he could really say. He seemed like he had an idea of how to solve the situation. The man always seemed to have some sort of solution. And that, he thought to himself. That is why people look up at you as their leader.
“Hold on,” he spoke, aware that he’d drawn the attention of most of the people gathered, glancing over at Eliza in apology. “I…” His eyes, a warm glow of molten underneath the lights, seemed to have taken a sudden interest in his shoes. “What if this is a trap?” The cold eyes dawned on him again, piercing into him, calculating and ruthless. He suddenly felt little again, trapped and confined back in that dark place his nine-year-old self despised. She was the reason for why he had become a killer in the first place. She was the reason for why everyone around him had forgotten that he'd even existed before. She was the reason for why he hated the dark. He hadn’t forgotten the way she’d treated all of them — with food, warmth, and kindness, to shackles, hunger, and hatred. And he’d taken it like a kicked animal. They all had.
“I will return, my dear Elliot, and when I do… I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again and what your little newfound wings can do.”
He held his gloved hand a little too tightly.
I hate her.
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