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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 10:05:36 GMT -5
Rivermagic - The physician looked up as the princess spoke to him, and did a dip of the head in polite greeting to the Emperor's daughter. "He is faring well, my lady" he replied "He will certainly survive, and he is well enough to speak, though I'd wager he was very close indeed to losing too much blood. The idiot," he began, glaring at Aedan "shouldn't have tried to keep fighting for so long" Aedan sighed "If I can ask, sir, how many times have you had to fight to the death?" "Uh...none" the physician stuttered. "Then, as much as I appreciate your medical expertise, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how to do the job I've been doing for five years" Aedan replied The physician went red, and said "I'll tell you exactly how to do your job, because your job is to survive, and today you didn't do it particularly well. Just you remember that I still have authority over you. This is the second time you owe your life to Rome. You remember that" Afyer that, he turned to Marisa "As you can see, he is very high-spirited at the moment. He'll be fine. If you want to speak to him I'm sure it would be fine, provided he remembers his manners, which he seems to be forgetting at the moment. Marisa let out a small sigh before she nodded thoughtfully, "I can see that, and I thank you for your skill." she said while she soon pursed her lips in thought. Now she didn't really know what to do or say. The best the could try to do was not act like a clueless idiot. "i know that he's gone through much, you can't fault him for having bad sentiments." she explained coolly while she looked to Felix again and smiled down at him for a moment or two, "After all, he has endured all of this for five years, you can't blame him for it." "Hello again," she said softly to him while she placed her cool hand on his warm shoulder as she studied his face once more. It was as if he was some kind of work of art to her, "I cannot fault you for having me lose a bit of gold on you, you fought bravely, and Rome thanks you for it, even if the people don't agree with it." She pursed her pink lips as she thought before she gently rubbed his shoulder, hoping that he wasn't adverse to her touch. "The reason you are still alive is because I argued with my father for your life." she explained to him. "It would be a waste to have killed you in a pathetic manner." she added as she closed her eyes. "My father knows that he can't have a Celt walking around as a free men, which is why I explained to him that you can act and serve as my personal bodyguard, which can be a way for you to live out the rest of your sentence." she said softly while glancing down at him, "What are your thoughts on this currently?" Aedan was astonished at Marisa's generosity and kindness towards him, and was rather taken aback. "I think," Aedan began "that your kindness and generosity is far more than I deserve. And I know that, by all rights I would be dead. So I thank you and your father for your intervention. I would be honoured to serve you." He though it would be better than continuing as a gladiator, risking his life and hoping desperately that he would one day be granted his freedom. That he would be given his life back. He moved to sit up a little, but winced as his wound prevented him from sitting up much more than he already was, so he shot Marisa an apologetic look, clearly feeling bad that he couldn't sit up properly to talk to her. "Obviously this will probably have to heal for a little before I can do anything," Aedan replied "but I have no doubt you'll be notified the moment I'm back on my feet and fit for service." He didn't think it would be too long, as long as he took it easy and didn't open up the wound again or anything like that. Which he didn't think he would be doing, since he didn't need to be back in training - he'd never have to fight again, if all went well with the Emperor and his daughter.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 22, 2016 10:17:38 GMT -5
Marisa dipped her head down with a small smile. "Thank you for accepting my offer, I figure that doing this would be much easier than having to go into an arena every day." she knew it wouldn't have been appropriate to try making that into something humorous.
She knew well enough that other gladiators were suffering in these tunnels, and he was lucky enough to actually be noticeable enough to her. She continued to study him curiously, not realizing she was probably staring too much.
"Do not strain yourself, the last thing I would want for you is for you to not recover from this, Apollo is already on your side. It would be an insult to him not to let this heal." she said while she dared to touch his cheek gently with her fingertips. He was so warm in comparison to her.
Pursing her lips, she tilted her head to the side. "If you are going to be serving me, and therefore serving my father, can you tell me your real name?" she asked him softly.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 10:23:24 GMT -5
"Me? I paint," Emeline replied. It was a hobby she'd picked up as a young teen when her parents were finally done with having a blonde girl running circles around them - literally. She'd enjoyed it and stuck with it. It was an expensive hobby to be sure, but her family certainly had more than enough to fund it without having to worry about the cost. Like reading, it required stillness (which she'd found difficult at the time) but unlike reading, she could think or talk while she was doing it. It didn't have to be as solitary.
She took another turn, pushing open a set of double doors. On the other side was the castle library. Like the rest of the castle, the library seemed to be decorated to an exaggerated degree. But not only was it decorated beyond what was done simply for decoration's sake, it was filled with books. There were books from their own kingdom, but just as many that they'd pillaged from neighbouring kingdoms and conquered forces, as well as sets of books they'd been gifted alongside peace offerings. Asilion was a war-kingdom, but they certainly valued information.
"Here we are," Emeline said, gesturing for Adele to step inside. "I'm sure you'll be able to come here whenever you wish. The books are at your disposal. Don't worry about bringing them outside if that should strike your fancy, all the valuable books are kept in cases along the back wall, but other than those you should be fine." "Really?" Adele asked upon hearing the other girl painted "What kind of things to you like to paint, then? I was never much good at painting myself. Don't have the natural artistic talent for it" Then she was shown the library, and Emeline had explained everything about which books she could take from the library and which ones she probably shouldn't. "Thanks," Adele replied, looking over the shelves as she stepped inside, her fingers training thoughtfully along the spines of the countless books which filled the shelves here. She had read some of these, but she hadn't really read all that many of them, considering many were from completely different kingdoms, books from which she very rarely got the chance to get a hold of and actually read. She was definitely going to enjoy perusing these books at some point, and she thought that it just might be what would keep her sane during her stay here, as awful as that sounded. Books were a very important part of her life, and she just didn't know what she would do without them "It's really beautiful in here," she murmured, looking around. It looked simultaneously palatial and cosy, something she never thought she'd experience with a library.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 10:30:12 GMT -5
Marisa dipped her head down with a small smile. "Thank you for accepting my offer, I figure that doing this would be much easier than having to go into an arena every day." she knew it wouldn't have been appropriate to try making that into something humorous. She knew well enough that other gladiators were suffering in these tunnels, and he was lucky enough to actually be noticeable enough to her. She continued to study him curiously, not realizing she was probably staring too much. "Do not strain yourself, the last thing I would want for you is for you to not recover from this, Apollo is already on your side. It would be an insult to him not to let this heal." she said while she dared to touch his cheek gently with her fingertips. He was so warm in comparison to her. Pursing her lips, she tilted her head to the side. "If you are going to be serving me, and therefore serving my father, can you tell me your real name?" she asked him softly. Aedan swallowed as she touched his cheek. He hadn't had this much human contact in an awfully long time. It felt wonderful to have someone treat him like a person and not an animal after such a long time. Then she asked for his name. Wow, he hadn't spoken a word of his language in five years, unless it was to insult somebody who had mistreated him without their knowing. His real name was the only thing he had that the Romans hadn't taken from him. But he didn't know if that was a good thing. He had no idea if it was more of an insult to take his name away from him or to use his real name and to take away the one thing he would have been able to keep as his own. He hadn't really thought about it before. But no, this woman deserved to know his name - she had saved his life and she still didn't have the least idea of who he actually was or what he was really like as a person. "My real name is Aedan, my lady," he replied "It is your choice whether you want to use it for me or not - it makes no difference to me, anyway."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 22, 2016 10:49:15 GMT -5
"The gardens, mostly," Emeline replied, following her in. "I don't really get out much." She shrugged. "I used to paint the old stories. Dragons and fae and things like that. But I ran out of stories to paint. There are always new flowers, though."
She let the doors fall closed behind them as she looked around. "It is, isn't it?" she agreed. It was one of the warmer rooms in the castle in that it was decorated to look soft. It wasn't supposed to be impressive or intimidating, it was meant to emphasise the size of the room and the wealth a family with such a library must possess.
Despite very rarely picking up a book, she spent a lot of her time in the library. The large windows looking out over the garden made painting easy here, and it was a lot less loud than any other part of the castle. An all around great place for her to waste time.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 22, 2016 10:59:20 GMT -5
"As lucky as your name was, I figure it is only appropriate to call you by your real name since you will no longer be serving as a gladiator." Marisa explained to him as she was smiling down at him. Good, it seemed as if he was taking this news extremely well, for what it was.
She knew that this was brash and foolish of her to even attempt. But she knew that this had to have some good come out of it in the first place. If anything, she could always use him to keep the suitors at bay. It would have been so tiresome to have those senators try to shower her with attention she didn't desire. Sometimes their gifts were thoughtful, but that only meant she was encouraging their behavior.
"I look forward for you to serve me, Aedan." the name felt so foreign to her, and it was a little tricky to pronounce. Maybe she would learn to master it eventually. A crazy part of her thought about how he could teach her his language. It would certainly give her an excuse to talk to him if he wasn't on duty.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Dec 22, 2016 14:37:25 GMT -5
(So sorry!!! I ended up going to brunch with my friends. I feel so adult xD) (I will start ) Melanine had gotten into the carriage she was going to be visiting the neighboring kingdom to attend a dinner. The two kingdoms were allies so it was normal for her to travel between the two in the name of the king and queen. So she was just relaxing and reading her book as the sound of the horse hooves against the ground sounded. For the most part her trip was peaceful but next thing she knew she felt the carriage turning; they didn't normally turn, so this was new. But who really cared as long as she got to where she needed to be. Letting out a soft sigh she got comfortable, after all her guards weren't in there with her so she could be herself, which in all honesty wasn't all that princess like. James Hunter was idly leaning by a tree trunk at the side of a road, turning his knife between his fingers. This was the road he favoured most, as many rich carriage came through here, ripe for the robbing. Surely enough, here was one now. This one was particularly opulent, and James grinned. What idiots. Everyone knew this was a dangerous road. But this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He started running after the carriage, easily catching up after years of practising, and he hung to the tailbar at the back. He slowly began edging his was around to the door of the carriage. He flung it open, jumped in, and sat down, as if nothing was wrong. "Okay," he began to the occupant of the carriage "here's the deal. I want everything of value you have, and in exchange you can live" But he paused as he settled fully on the face of the woman in front or him. The princess. "Ah, well hello, Your Majesty. You ought to know this isn't a safe road. But now I've changed my mind. How about you come with me, hm? And I won't kill you right here?" She was silently reading when she felt the carriage dip slightly. Her guards made not sound or comments on it so she paid it no mind. That was until someone came swinging in sitting right across from her. For a moment she just kind of stared not really sure what to do. The princess was going to have their heads for not noticing this. Not literally, at least she hoped not. But the captain and her father would being hearing of this. Good for nothing guards. Letting her get kidnapped. What kind of guards were they? Terrible ones that what kind they were. Couldn't she leave this whole princess thing behind? Kidnapping, threats of killing the royal family, etiquette, arranged marriages, political things. It was all so tiresome. Couldn't she just sit and read a book on her way to the neighboring castle to visit a friend? Was that really all the difficult? She looked around to find anything valuable but the only thing she had was herself, her book and her dress really. So that wasn't going to happen. Snapping out of her thoughts the princess glared at him, her pale green gaze locking with his. "I'm not going anywhere. You can't and won't kill me because then you won't get any money." She nodded her head and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm staying right here thank you very much sir."
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Post by John 3:16 on Dec 22, 2016 15:06:51 GMT -5
(*crashes through window while screaming* MAMA FIGHT MY TEENAGE DREAMS NO IT'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME THE KIDS ARE ALL WRONG THE STORY'S ALOOF HEAVY METAL ROCK MY
*bam bam*
HEART)
(no but seriously that first WWII plot though... sounds very interesting. i have a guy character if that works) Sure, can I get a charrie name for that? And what pairing would you like? mxm or mxf?) (Sebastian Falkenrath (tried to come up with a more german sounding name lol hope that works) and mxm please ^^)
(oh and loving the fall out boy references lmao)
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Post by BB-8 on Dec 24, 2016 2:40:20 GMT -5
Is that Victorian plot open for some FxF possibly??
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 24, 2016 8:35:53 GMT -5
Merry Christmas (eve) everyone! Replying now)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 24, 2016 8:48:40 GMT -5
"The gardens, mostly," Emeline replied, following her in. "I don't really get out much." She shrugged. "I used to paint the old stories. Dragons and fae and things like that. But I ran out of stories to paint. There are always new flowers, though."
She let the doors fall closed behind them as she looked around. "It is, isn't it?" she agreed. It was one of the warmer rooms in the castle in that it was decorated to look soft. It wasn't supposed to be impressive or intimidating, it was meant to emphasise the size of the room and the wealth a family with such a library must possess.
Despite very rarely picking up a book, she spent a lot of her time in the library. The large windows looking out over the garden made painting easy here, and it was a lot less loud than any other part of the castle. An all around great place for her to waste time. Adele nodded "I used to like the gardens back home because of that. Every year I'd plant a different flower, so every year the garden would look different and a new flower would blossom. It became sort of a tradition, and now in my family gardens nearly every plant is different." It felt strange to be talking about her home like this, and to talk about it in the past tense. Her old life was over now, and now a new life was beginning. Whether this was a bad thing or not remained to be seen. It might be a good thing if her parents kept quiet and didn't cause any trouble. She felt like they owed her that. Surely they couldn't just let her die. Surely they would be careful. Surely they wouldn't cause too much trouble. "So you like old legends and stories, then?" she asked. Because she liked them, too. They were her favourite method of escape, because they were so hopeful. They always made her feel like someone would always save the day. Or at least they had when she was young.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 25, 2016 15:05:28 GMT -5
Emeline listened to her talk, nodding to make sure that the other girl was aware of her attention. "That sounds nice," she said when Adele had finished her story. It did sound nice. That tradtions shaped poeople and homes she'd always known, but having it be so visible must be nice.
"I do," she replied, fondly. "My brother used to spend his free time in my room, reading to me. When I started painting, I'd draw what he was reading. But he went off to war, and I find reading to be too slow, so I don't get to hear any new ones anymore. But I look bak and old paintings and relive the ones I already know." She shrugged. "Do you? Like the old stories?"
Her brother, Leopold, was several years older than she, but despite that the two siblings were close. He'd started reading to her when she was just a young child, probably just an an excuse to see her (the prince always had been fond of children - Emeline was certain he'd make a good father one day) and just never stopped. It had felt natural to paint the stories he'd tell, and she missed it, but she made it work by recalling the stories she already knew. It was good enough for her, but not enough to paint. Flowers were a replacement, it wasn't even one that paled in comparison.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 29, 2016 14:21:36 GMT -5
"As lucky as your name was, I figure it is only appropriate to call you by your real name since you will no longer be serving as a gladiator." Marisa explained to him as she was smiling down at him. Good, it seemed as if he was taking this news extremely well, for what it was. She knew that this was brash and foolish of her to even attempt. But she knew that this had to have some good come out of it in the first place. If anything, she could always use him to keep the suitors at bay. It would have been so tiresome to have those senators try to shower her with attention she didn't desire. Sometimes their gifts were thoughtful, but that only meant she was encouraging their behavior. "I look forward for you to serve me, Aedan." the name felt so foreign to her, and it was a little tricky to pronounce. Maybe she would learn to master it eventually. A crazy part of her thought about how he could teach her his language. It would certainly give her an excuse to talk to him if he wasn't on duty. "As you wish," Aedan nodded in response to hearing that he would be called his real name "I cannot say that it will not be pleasant to have my name again" It was strange - now that he was just a normal slave and not a gladiator any longer, he could no longer be considered as 'not Roman enough'. He could keep his real name. Of course, as a slave, he would still have to endure some Roman traditions, right down to the tunics he would dress in and down to his title. But he no longer had to pretend as if he was something he was not. He would probably still be called 'barbarian' or 'savage' a lot, but Aedan had become deaf to those words a long time ago. Then she said that she looked forward to having Aedan as her slave. Aedan smiled, for perhaps the first time in years. Yes, he was still a slave, but to be quite frank he had more of a chance here. He didn't have to risk his life every day and he was more visible to the Emperor. He might just have a better chance of being given his freedom and being able to return home one day. "And I look forward to serving you, my lady. As I said, I am sure you shall be kept well updated as to my recovery, and I am sure you shall know even before I do when I am fit for duty"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 29, 2016 14:32:02 GMT -5
James Hunter was idly leaning by a tree trunk at the side of a road, turning his knife between his fingers. This was the road he favoured most, as many rich carriage came through here, ripe for the robbing. Surely enough, here was one now. This one was particularly opulent, and James grinned. What idiots. Everyone knew this was a dangerous road. But this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He started running after the carriage, easily catching up after years of practising, and he hung to the tailbar at the back. He slowly began edging his was around to the door of the carriage. He flung it open, jumped in, and sat down, as if nothing was wrong. "Okay," he began to the occupant of the carriage "here's the deal. I want everything of value you have, and in exchange you can live" But he paused as he settled fully on the face of the woman in front or him. The princess. "Ah, well hello, Your Majesty. You ought to know this isn't a safe road. But now I've changed my mind. How about you come with me, hm? And I won't kill you right here?" She was silently reading when she felt the carriage dip slightly. Her guards made not sound or comments on it so she paid it no mind. That was until someone came swinging in sitting right across from her. For a moment she just kind of stared not really sure what to do. The princess was going to have their heads for not noticing this. Not literally, at least she hoped not. But the captain and her father would being hearing of this. Good for nothing guards. Letting her get kidnapped. What kind of guards were they? Terrible ones that what kind they were. Couldn't she leave this whole princess thing behind? Kidnapping, threats of killing the royal family, etiquette, arranged marriages, political things. It was all so tiresome. Couldn't she just sit and read a book on her way to the neighboring castle to visit a friend? Was that really all the difficult? She looked around to find anything valuable but the only thing she had was herself, her book and her dress really. So that wasn't going to happen. Snapping out of her thoughts the princess glared at him, her pale green gaze locking with his. "I'm not going anywhere. You can't and won't kill me because then you won't get any money." She nodded her head and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm staying right here thank you very much sir." "Oh, well, you see" James smiled "I am afraid I can kill you. You're simply the most valuable thing in the carriage. If you refuse to come I can kill you and still leave with a small fortune. But you're an opportunity I am not passing up. So what you're going to do is get out of the carriage and come with me" He turned his weapon, a knife, between his fingers as he awaited her response, the tip twirling against a calloused fingertip - the only hint that James Hunter used to do more strenuous work than theft. One did not get work-roughened hands from twirling a knife around and selling a few trinkets to get some money He was a tall man - not badly built but not muscular enough to be described as such. He was more...athletic...than muscular. Muscles that gave him speed and not strength. He didn't have much need for a lot of strength. What he had was well enough suited for his work and he didn't want to carry any extra muscle-weight. He had tan skin, brown eyes and a head of dark and wavy hair. He had strong features, softened a little by the fact that one cheek had a dimple in it, which showed only when he smiled and at no other time. His face probably would have been harsh and intimidating if it weren't for his boyishly tousled hair and the dimple on his cheek.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 29, 2016 14:36:57 GMT -5
Sure, can I get a charrie name for that? And what pairing would you like? mxm or mxf?) (Sebastian Falkenrath (tried to come up with a more german sounding name lol hope that works) and mxm please ^^)
(oh and loving the fall out boy references lmao) Added x Would you like to start or me? And thanks x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 29, 2016 14:38:41 GMT -5
Is that Victorian plot open for some FxF possibly?? (Sure! Charrie name?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Dec 30, 2016 0:14:42 GMT -5
(Sebastian Falkenrath (tried to come up with a more german sounding name lol hope that works) and mxm please ^^)
(oh and loving the fall out boy references lmao) Added x Would you like to start or me? And thanks x) (sorry for the poof! been dealing with some drama in my life x.x)
(could you start please?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 11:12:15 GMT -5
(No problem, I haven't been online much either. One starter coming up!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 11:25:43 GMT -5
A silhouette moved silently in the dark as a figure made its way along a wide street, sparsely lit with streetlights, which cast a warm golden glow onto the grey of the street, lighting only enough to see by.
The figure moved under a streetlight, eyes searching every house as he passed it. Ethan Grey was average height, something which helped him to blend into crowds. He had an athletic build which he kept hidden under layers of clothing in order to not arouse any suspicion. The tiniest thing could put him in danger, and these Germans were paranoid, determined to expose everyone for a spy. He had wavy blonde hair, cut into a neat and short style, something which again would help him blend in, along with blue eyes. This combination of features was going to be extremely valuable to him. Blonde hair and blue eyes was something that was highly valued by Hitler and his political party, and it just might buy him out of some trouble. He was considerably less likely to be picked out as suspicious.
Ethan stopped outside the house with the number which corresponded to the address he had been told to go to. This would be the person who would protect him during his stay here in the coming months. He still had no idea if he could truly trust the occupant of this house, but he didn't have much choice. Worst comes to worst, he had his ways of making sure the Germans could never get any information out of him.
He patted a hidden pocket sown into his coat, feeling the tiny object in there. Good. It was still there. He only had one and he couldn't afford to lose it. If he lost it and he was captured, he would have no way of making sure he couldn't be tortured into revealing highly important Allied secrets.
He set the suitcase carrying his possessions down and rang the doorbell, staying quiet and in the shadows so as not to draw too much attention to himself. He didn't want to be caught this early in the game,
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 12:06:23 GMT -5
(Anyone else want to claim a plot? Xx)
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Post by Trico on Dec 30, 2016 16:47:49 GMT -5
(Sorry that took so long,but I'm finally here. Would you like to post a starter?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 16:54:35 GMT -5
(Sure, I'll start x One moment)
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Post by Trico on Dec 30, 2016 16:55:22 GMT -5
(Thanks a bunch )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 17:13:51 GMT -5
A young woman stood against a wall, watching as the sun rose on a marketplace in New York, surveying the scene around her.
Ava Kingston was tall and slender, with telltale pale skin, with only the first signs of tanning. She hadn't been in America for long enough for her skin to begin to tan. She had a mop of dark curls, striking against her pale skin. She had olive green eyes and a dusting of freckles on her nose.
She didn't belong in New York, or America at all. She was British, and had followed her father here while he tried to put down the revolution.
But she, personally, didn't have much of an opinion about the revolution. It didn't matter to her who won or lost, though she was considerably more sympathetic to the Americans, though her loyalties had to lie with the British forces.
As for now, she contented herself with watching the market begin to fill with people, each one searching for something different. The shouts of the vendors filled the air, too, and Ava listened to them with distracted interest.
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Post by BB-8 on Dec 30, 2016 17:42:51 GMT -5
Is that Victorian plot open for some FxF possibly?? (Sure! Charrie name?) ay sorry for not replying sooner Elizabeth "Liesl" December
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 30, 2016 17:49:21 GMT -5
(Okay x would you mind starting while I add you?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 1, 2017 6:47:50 GMT -5
(I'll do a starter)
A young woman, in a simple black dress with a white pinafore, approached a large oaken door, hesitating as her hand hovered above the handle.
"There you go," encouraged the older maid standing beside her "just go in and introduce yourself to the family. I'll be waiting out here and then afterwards you can unpack your things"
The woman, aged probably late teens or early twenties, nodded. She turned the know and opened the door, stepping inside a parlour.
She immediately dipped into a quick, polite curtsey, and when she straightened up looked at the people around he. The family she was to serve.
"It is a pleasure to meet everyone," she began politely "My name is Georgia Reynolds, and I am the new maid."
She was tall and slim - though she had been called 'obnoxiously tall' many times when trying to find a job - with sandy blonde hair, kept in a neat bun so as to not get in her way, and light blue eyes.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2017 5:04:20 GMT -5
(Poke)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 2, 2017 10:03:21 GMT -5
Emeline listened to her talk, nodding to make sure that the other girl was aware of her attention. "That sounds nice," she said when Adele had finished her story. It did sound nice. That tradtions shaped people and homes she'd always known, but having it be so visible must be nice.
"I do," she replied, fondly. "My brother used to spend his free time in my room, reading to me. When I started painting, I'd draw what he was reading. But he went off to war, and I find reading to be too slow, so I don't get to hear any new ones anymore. But I look back at old paintings and relive the ones I already know." She shrugged. "Do you? Like the old stories?"
Her brother, Leopold, was several years older than she, but despite that the two siblings were close. He'd started reading to her when she was just a young child, probably just as an excuse to see her (the prince always had been fond of children - Emeline was certain he'd make a good father one day) and just never stopped. It had felt natural to paint the stories he'd tell, and she missed it, but she made it work by recalling the stories she already knew. It was good enough for her, but not enough to paint. Flowers were a replacement, one that was good enough to hold its own.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2017 11:16:55 GMT -5
[OMG I'm so sorry that I didn't see this one, ree]
Adele nodded "Oh, yes, I love the old stories. They're the best ones. Most of my favourites are old legends and things like that."
Adele had often read these stories to her little sister, Matilda, at night. Matilda was only ten years old, but she loved the stories so much that most nights she refused to fall asleep without one. Adele remembered that the night before she came here she had read one of the old stories to her little sister, and when Matilda had fallen asleep, Adele had clambered into bed alongside her, appreciating the warmth of her little sister for possibly the last time, smiling as her sister's hair tickled her face when she turned over in her sleep.
Matilda hadn't known that Adele was leaving until the morning she actually left, and as she was carrying her things down the stairs to be put in the carriage, Adele had heard Matilda weeping in her room. It still haunted Adele, but she knew it was better this way. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything happened to Matilda, and it was vitally important to Adele that Matilda was happy. That was all she cared about, to tell the truth of it. She'd put her sister over herself every time, and this just happened to be one of the times she would have to do that.
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