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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:29:26 GMT -5
Hello! As noted above (Thank you for clicking!) I have a plot idea. I have used elements from it before, but this will be completely different. There will be some romance (as I am a romance junkie for now) but I would appreciate playing the female.
Welcome to the far, far distant future. Every technological miracle one could dream of graced the earth, and hunger no longer existed due to mass charity. It's a good place to be, and most would agree. There's also something else wonderful, an ability only very, very few possess - magic. Mages grow into three basic categories: Elemental, Emotional, Etcetera. Elementalists have the ability to bend the six elements to their will - Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Dark, and Light. Emotionalists can tweak emotions to their will, but it's a small ability - just a pick-me-up, a goodbye-morning-crankiness. And then, the rarest of all: Etceteralists, who can control a certain material. My character, Killian Belle-Rose, is one of those rare, rare Etcetralists. Her ability - glass. She can create glass from nothing, raise a house from the ground if she desired to. However, she hides away her ability - makes her living from "hand-crafted" glass objects and decorations she "makes" in the comfort of her home. Your character is anything but average - a rich business man, one of the most powerful in the world. As an Etceteralist himself, he doesn't understand why Killian hides away her powers, which he saw through a crack in her curtains late at night. He uses her secret as leverage, making her do things for him - from getting coffe to dressing up in formal attire for a business event. Basically, he threatens to tell everyone her secret unless she works for him. However, he starts to fall for her hard, and he finds his pride is too great to admit it. He tries to treat Killian better, even staying with her when she gets deathly ill, paying her hospital bills and everything. Eventually, he asks her to live with him because he noticed her small home was bare and not heated durring the winters. However, with her in such close proximity, he finds it harder than ever to keep his feelings to himself....
So, yep, that's my plot. It can move along as quickly as you'd like. Anyways, who's in?
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 1:07:51 GMT -5
This sounds in interesting and unique, I'm willing to give it a try.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 9:58:20 GMT -5
(Oh goodness - I'm so sorry I vanished on you. Thank you so much for popping in and claiming this - I was hoping someone would appreciate it! Allow me to put up a starting post, and you may jump in however you'd like. :) )
Killian Belle-Rose sat at her table, an old wooden thing with scratches and nicks. A thin sheet of clear glass evened it out, and kept her hands from getting stuck with splinters. Reading from her EyeScreen, a screen that falls over her eyeball so she could see emails and whats happening around her, Ki-Ki (key-key) glanced around to make sure her cheap curtains were closed over her small window. The small kitchenette she was sitting in had very little - a mini fridge and an even smaller freezer, a single-burner stove, very little counter space, and just enough room for her to walk around the small table and two battered wood chairs she bargained for at the flea market. Of couse, it would have been so easy to create some beautiful furniture, glass spiraling from the ground into a seat worthy of a king.
However, with the orders Ki-Ki received, she didn't dare - her customers often came in to view her work before paying, and to have such large and beautiful projects was a sure sign that Ki-Ki was, in fact, an Etceteralist; and with such a beautiful and unique ability with such power, she would be fought over like a piece of meat by monopolies and big-businesses. So, here she stayed - content, despite her less-than-average wage and poor conditions. She had enough money for food, and her older sister often brought her clothing that she no longer wore. Ki-KI's sister didn't know of her little siblings ability either - a secret between Ki-Ki and their mother, who had passed away last winter.
The nineteen-year-old girl placed her hands against the air, palms flat, parallel with the wall. Her palms started to glow bright white, which reflected into a tiny crack of window showing through the curtains. She didn't realize this as spirals of glass, thinner than needles and a clear, pale green spiraled from thin air, weaving together and twisting around each other. each had a slightly different shade of green, and a few twisted together saperately to create a 'stone' of sorts. Within moments, a five and a half foot tall staff laid on her table, the gam secured on top, throwing glinting light. With a tired sigh, Ki-Ki waved her hand, and the staff drifted over to a stand, resting down on it and remaining still.
It was obvious Ki-Ki was tired and over-worked, even if she was content. Shadows were forming under her eyes, stark against her almost-white skin, and her thick snow-white hair was twisted into a haphazardous bun. Pale violet eyes tired, she drearily stood from her seat to plop down on an old, battered couch, and lathered herself in blankets. She couldnt afford to heat her home durring the harsh winters, which was starting now. Snow already coated the ground, an inch deep, and flakes were drifting downwards. She shivered, waiting for her body heat to absorb into the blankets.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 17:26:18 GMT -5
Zane Rocco strolled briskly down a seemingly empty street, a thick layer of snow heavily coating both sides of the abandoned road and his recently polished black Oxfords sliding along the thin cover of ice over the asphalt, much to his irritation. He'd left the comfort of his grand three story house to parade down this particular street in order to check out a possible good plot of land for construction, something he insisted on during himself instead of sending one of his many employees. You wanted something done correctly the first time around? Do it yourself, or at least that was the motto he was currently living by, and look just how far it'd gotten him. Unimaginable wealth and power, his name was known throughout the world, as was his trade. Zane was an Eceteralist and his material concrete, he could create any type of house foundation, with walls as any driveway in a few seconds flat. He had the ability to make the construction of one's dream house appear with what seemed like a simple snap of his fingers and all that was left was the more minor details, such as insulation and the decorations of the interior etc. ect. Thus he was in the business of real estate and construction, and those two components put together had left little time for him to begin at age 16, before taking off in places he'd first assumed were unreachable. But that's what possessing a rare ability gets one, especially if one chooses not to hide it like some unwanted curse, as others tended to do, in which he couldn't comprehend why and honestly didn't care too.
Snowflakes had begun to drift down lightly, catching the reflection of the street lights as the sky dimmed to a dark blue. Zane tugged the black collar of his coat up over his neck to protect against the bitter chill that had settled in the air, his usual hard and frigid expression competing with the coldness of the weather. He kept a sharp eye out for this empty lot that was supposedly going to pop up on his right in a few minutes, if the directions he'd been given were correct. But before he could reach it, a sudden bright flash of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, since it stood out against the usual shadowy silhouettes of houses he'd grown accustomed to as he tread down this street. The young man paused to glance in the direction the light had originated from, a slight frown forming in response to what he saw. It appeared to be coming from a little crack between curtains, from a small house that had certainly seen better days. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, Zane changed his destination and went tromping through the snow in his slacks toward the little residence. There was something too familiar about that light, something that almost seem to beckon him, and he was never one to leave without answers.
Zane proceeded with some caution, steps gentle and quiet as he closed in. It wasn't long before he was peering through the crack, and the scene laid before him was enough for shock to catch him by surprise. The whites if his eyes grew wide while he observed something he'd never seen before, and a pleased smile followed soon after. This talent, this miraculous, unknown ability, could mean millions. He didn't hesitate or give second thought to the hard, demanding knock he placed on the door, or how spontaneous his actions were, which was so unlike his well planned, think first motions.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 17:46:03 GMT -5
Ki-Ki's eyes were just starting to drift shut, her blankets just beginning to warm, when a harsh knock sounded at the door. With a tired sigh, she tossed her blankets off her and padded towards the door, snow white hair framing her face since she had let it down. It fell straight to her shoulder blades, brushing against her neck. Her green long-sleeve shirt hugging her curves and blue skinny jeans tucking into her fur-lined boots, she unlocked the door and opened it, pale violet eyes guarded.
Who she saw made her take a cautious step back, the hand not holding open the door instinctively hiding behind her back. Snowflakes drifted inside as she dipped her head respectfully. "Mr. Rocco," She greeted respectfully, her voice small and soft. "To what do I owe this... sudden and unannounced pleasure?" She hinted at him unplanned arrival heavily, not pleased at all with his presence. Etcéteralists had an uncanny ability to find each other, and with a racing heart, she prayed silently that he hadnt figured her out. "I have paid my bills on time," Ki-Ki said, her tone of voice polite but a little irritated at his sudden show-up. She knew she lived on his land, and that was, hopefully, why he himself had dropped by. "If you doubt me, ask the land lord. He can show you the records."
The staff was in the corner of the room, the facets of the top piece of glass glinting beautifully with reflected green light. The detail was magnificent, a truly spectacular piece, but it would have to be wait to be sold. The order had been placed that night, a mere hour before, and if she sent it now it would be obvious what she was. Her pale violet eyes, rimmed with thick black lashes, were guarded and wary. Her stance mimicked the feeling, the carefull neutral expression following. She said nothing else, merely waiting for an answer from this famous stranger, not moving from her door frame. Her speech remaining polite, her body language was clear; Yeah, you're not really welcome here.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 4, 2016 22:07:47 GMT -5
Zane had straightened up, hands clasped firmly behind his back and a stern, no nonsense look settling on his face as he waited impatiently to meet this new opportunity, or more accurately, her new opportunity which he was going to progress. When the door was finally opened, she wasn't...quite what he was expecting. His eyes, a dark stormy grey that often drew more attention than not, shamelessly swept over her appearance. He easily towered over her, him being 6’3, which only made her look all the more fragile to him. Her hair was peculiar, no doubt a result of her ability and her eyes…..Well, they left nothing to be desired, attractive and unique all at once. Beautiful. He decided, and his lips curved up in a small smirk, perhaps this wouldn't be as unpleasant as he first assumed. She had the looks, the figure that were perfect for any type of advertisement.
“Bills are not what I'm here for, as I'm certain you are already aware.” He spoke bluntly, his voice of that rich, baritone that's smoothness sent females shivering in all the right placed. Well, would have, if the professional coolness didn't ruin it. Zane ignored her obvious hints of just how unwelcome he was, once he proposed his plan she would be singing a different tune. Just as he was about to add to his statement, his gaze flickered beyond her shoulder out of curiosity, and the staff immediately caught his attention. Skiilfully crafted in all its brilliance, it spoke of new wonders in his business that could unfold. The offering of a magnificent, yet to be seen service for interior design. Without a word of explanation, he covered the final steps into the house and pushed past Kiki easily, using her most probable shock at his intrusion to his advantage. In with him came the winter, soaked shoes treading water and recently fallen snowflakes fluttering down from what use to be neatly gelled styled hair, but now the ear-length black locks were plastered to the side of his forehead, brushed from his eyes repeatedly.
“How was this made?” He asked in a tone that demanded an answer as he approached the staff. He full well knew the answer, but getting her to admit it was the first step of the process to what would be her success, and his. He bent down slowly next to the object, and his touch surprisingly gentle as his lean fingers brushed over its glossy surface.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 22:29:10 GMT -5
Ki-Ki closed her eyes as he brushed past, her heart racing from the terror racing down her spine. She slowly shut the door, leaning her shoulder against the wall and crossing her ankles. She watched him wander over to the staff, her expressoin clear and calm, frigid as she watched him. "Come on in," She hissed, pushing off the wall.
"I made it over here." She snapped, drawing her attention to where she stood. In the corner of the other side of the room, there was a few long poles of glass and several tools, including a torch. Small chips of glass layered the ground, also fine powder - how else could she have made the staff so smooth and detailed, hmm? "Y'know, with the chipper and the file," She said in a voice she used for explaining things to idiots. She swept her gaze around, thankful that she had this set up, for several weeks. "Now, if you would please go, I have projects to discuss with clients and a long day ahead of me tomorrow."
Her voice was cold and sharp, even if it was still quiet. She had her arms crossed over her chest, anger and defiance in her eyes. Those burning emotions hid away a more bitter one - fear. Fear he would find out, fear he would control her. Little did Ki-Ki know, that was all about to happen within the next hour. Turning on her heel, she stalked into her kitchenette, tucking her hands into her pockets. Whenever she was afraid, her powers grew slightly agitated - her palms were glowing slightly, but she hid that in her pockets effectively.
"You've seen my work station, and a piece of my work. If you have nothing else to pester me about, i would appreciate some sleep," Ki-Ki's voice was like whiplash, harsh and sharp. Her volume remained quiet, but her tone was vicious; the most dangerous venom comes from the smallest of snakes. She walked towards the door, her pace graceful and smooth, and opened it, jerking her head towards the frame. The message was very, very clear; out.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 7, 2016 0:59:50 GMT -5
(Sorry I've been slow with posting! Trying to survive my finals)
Zane slowly returned to his feet and brushed off any debrie on his slacks with firm motions of his hands, a heavy sigh of irritation exhaled through clenched teeth as he realized with a spark of annoyance she wasn’t going to just cave in as easily as he first assumed. Well, in that case, he’d just take it straight to the point, manners aside. The sharp chill was beginning to affect him as his previous excitement wore off, the wetness of his lower half practically inviting the cold to cling to both his legs and set goosebumps along his skin, though he'd never admit it. His mop of damp hair wasn’t helping either, his mood nor his physical condition, seeing as it had the tendency to fall into his eyes. Thus his patience was even thinner then usual. Combing his hair out of his face with his hand for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he turned to face Ki Ki, not at all surprised by her threatening expression, as she had quite clearly implemented he was not welcome with whip of her tone.
But he had the ferocity to match her, riding along the firm line of his lips and settled in the harsh and unforgiving contours of his face. The cold seriousness hardened his eyes into grey stone and had a piercing effect as he focused them entirely on her, meeting her gaze dead on, unwavering as he parted his mouth to speak. “I am not here to play your dysfunctional games, do not waste my time.” Zane crossed both arms over his chest, resting each hand on the other arm as he prepared to knock her defenses down with one sentence. “You are a Etceteralist, with the ability to create glass, and I observed the making of that very staff by your own two hands.” His voice was hard, certain and leaving no room for argument. His entire stance just dared her to deny, his stare unrelenting.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 9:26:13 GMT -5
Two thoughts crossed Ki-Ki's mind in a single split second. One was, of course, panic - this man had found her out, she needed to run. She needed to get as far away as possible. And then, a single word: stall. Her expressoin slipped from hostile to droll easily, giving Zane a look that consisted of two things: pity and confusion.
"Sir," She said slowly, shutting the door quietly. "Are you feeling alright? Two Etcéteralists in one city - impossible. Look around." To emphasize her words, Ki-Ki gave a small sweep of her hand - the shabby walls, the weak lights. An old couch that had seen better days at least two years ago, a fridge that barely worked and only a few boxes of non-perishable foods on her kitchen shelves. "I live in the worst part of the city - i have four locks on my door and two on each window. I can't afford heating, barely afford enough food to keep me going. If I could create glass with magic like you create - what is it, concrete? - do you really think I would live here?" She arched a slim brow at the man, artificial concern washing over her face once more.
"As for what you may have seen of light, as I've noticed your hands do glow as you use your ability, that's easily explained." She crossed the room to her lightswitch, and pressed it down. A tiny piece of glass touched the wire inside the wall - the light above flashed brightly before dimming again, the glass melting away into nothing as if it was never there. "My electricity is poor at best. I recomend a doctor visit. Perhaps you can barge in uninvited there, instead of your customers homes."
(No worries, I totally get it. Finals over here too - College finals, ugh...)
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 18, 2016 21:04:53 GMT -5
(Sorry for disappearing on you again!!! Finally got all my finals done so I will be much more active, of you want to continue this.)
Zane’s stony expression remained unfaltering, and his gaze just as intense and frigid as before while he watched her try to brush off is last statement with false concern and a few winning points as to why she couldn't be what she was. But she'd tried to fool the wrong man, for above all else, he trusted only his eyes to reveal the truth, and that's just what they'd done. He waited, impatiently, for her to finish her little act, a slight smirk curling his lips as her last sentence slipped from her mouth.
"You seem to have forgotten how I mentioned that I saw you create the staff, and quite clearly. It was, by no means, any trick of light from bad electricity, though I agree with the fact you live in a horrendous house.” Zane calmly asserted, though his tone grew darker at the end of his statement and he shamelessly rubbed both hands over the damp coat covering his arms in attempt to regain some type of warmth. “I don't understand why you choose to live in such awful circumstances when you could be earning a good amount of payment, nor do I care too. Your ability will be very valuable to my company, so I suggest you come quietly with me and leave all this-” He paused for a second, searching for a word to describe as his eyes roamed around. “rubbish behind. You can get a luxurious suit in a hotel for tonight, and start earning big bucks tomorrow.” He decided, expecting no argument as it was a deal many sane people would kill for. Others who wanted to work for his company were placed on a waiting list, and if they were ever chosen, almost all would come in for a thorough interview. If hired, they would quit whatever current job they might have gotten while waiting just to be his employee.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 21:58:25 GMT -5
Ki-Ki's expression slid from 'concerned' to cold and cunning wishing a split second, violet eyes suddenly dark and a cold, very slight smirk over her white-washed strawberry lips. The expression was surprisingly vicious - it had earned her some shudders and paled faces before, despite her slight form. She knew it wouldnt fase this man, but her anger was slipping through her tightly-reigned emotions. "Well," Her voice was just as cold and sharp as her expression, her hands tucking into her pockets and her posture rather informal - even disrespectful. Which was, off course, what she was going for.
"It would seem I'm cornered here. However, two requirements." She held up a hand to show two Ingres raised. "One, my sister - her name is Helen Belle-Rose, she's fourteen years old and in the foster system. I want her out and with our older brother." One finger went down. "Two, my name won't be public. Simple enough, for such a powerful man in this day." Her voice turned bitter with the last sentance, a flash of spite in her eyes. She waved her hand towards the door. "I don't want a hotel, I want my home and my guitar. I'll go where you want in the morning. Now, please excuse yourself from my home, and for heavens sakes - send someone else to get me or email me." One pale brow cocked on her pale face, she kept her cunning and cold expression in her eyes. She hated this man already - he was sikmply manipulating her for himself, which he stated. "If i hear," She said quietly, as an afterthought, "That my sister isnt out of foster treatment within two days, I will not work with you, even if my name is ruined with my ability."
(Congrats on your finals! Didja do well?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 3:06:14 GMT -5
Wearysoul Are you still interested, or shall I close this tab? No hard feelings if I should!
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