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Barton OOC
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Tue Nov 17, 2009 2:03 am
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Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly
@Kellanda: Lol, I have to be careful with Gaia logging
me off for inactivity when I take to long to write up my posts <<;
Gotta make sure you copy and save before you try to
post it, just in case Gaia's logged you off (bc you'll never get that
post back if you don't) gonk
Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!
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ƒαìт αccσмρℓì - - { private } - -
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Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:57 am
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Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi ritz was astonished at her change of attitude. Though she was still the same Eponine he had come to know - though really what was the extent of that particular piece of knowledge? - she had somehow changed within the span of five minutes. One minute she was wiping up the mess he made, and the next, she was wiping him - trying to clean off the now clotting blood. Though he could appreciate the gesture, his outer physique still displayed a man lost in his own thoughts. For surely, had he been paying attention, he would have realized much sooner, the tender touch of her gentle fingers enveloping his with gauze. It was an almost sweet gesture, for her to take care of him - and had it not been for the comment about being hanged unless she did so - Fritz would have honestly believed she was doing this out of the kindness of her heart. But to be honest, he couldn't care less either way at this point. He didn't care whether she was being so nice out of fear, or out of sympathy. No, it didn’t make one lick of difference; because as soon she looked up at him, as soon as the word "Resistance" escaped her perfectly shaped lips, Fritz' attention was solely on her at that moment.
Whatever happened before between them; the threats of imprisonment had she not agreed to give him French lessons, the harshness she spoke at him with, the bumbling idiocy of his own actions towards her, and the just all the lies so far - none of it mattered now. Because when she said "Resistance", Fritz knew what he had to do . . . He knew he had to arrest her. For if he didn't, he would be court marshaled, and probably thrown in the gutter just like Maria was. Maria. She was the only thing that could change his mind to this whole "Resistance" business, she was the only one who could make him look at his duty with a different light. Maybe her death wasn't in vain? Maybe it was to shake his foundation out form underneath him. To shake the impenetrable loyalty he had towards his country. To make him question his turn-a-blind-eye approach to everything going on around him. Yes - because of Maria he would dare to forfeit his initial thought process of detaining Eponine back to his base headquarters, and even encourage her to continue.
Though he knew what it meant to even talk about it, he looked back at her with resolute eyes, that were filled with emotion. Not despair, or depression, or even anger - but with a slither of hope he hadn't felt in years. Watching her envelop his bloody appendages with gauze, in the almost graceful moves, he simply nodded, unsure of what else he could say, but knowing he needed to in order to not make her uneasy. What did he know about the Resistance? What could she tell him? And was her question simply a question, or was it an admittance to something more? Though Fritz' understanding of women was severely limited, he did know that women often spoke with an underlying meaning to whatever statement they were making. So treading carefully, he cocked an eyebrow, feigning an added set of ignorance that he really didn't have, "I know of it, but will you tell me more?"
He knew she would, knew she would entrap him into something that was bigger than either of them, but as she tied the gauze, Fritz simply looked down at her nursing skills and smiled wearily to himself. She had changed since they had first met, and though in Germany, in was unbecoming to even admit emotion over someone's death, in this case, telling the truth managed to bring them closer - to even bond them in some twisted way. And though Fritz couldn't explain it, she managed to hold his attention, even now, away from his wandering mind to retreat back to the dark places that occupied his soul nowadays. How could she do that? How did she continue doing that? Was it the wolf like blue-gray eyes that stared up at him? Or was it the sweetness she now displayed; an endearing quality, that simply caught him off guard? Who knew what was happening right now, but all Fritz' mind would allow him to process was the moment.
Which is why, with no previous experiences deciding his forthcoming action, he let his hand hold onto hers, even after she had finished tending to the small wound. Knowing what little he did about her, he reasoned that she'd either; slap him for it, or based on her recent personality flip, let him hold on. It wasn't a romantic gesture. It was a hopeful one. He didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable. And he surely didn't want her to think she had to let him hold her hand in fear of retribution as to what he might do to her if she didn't (though he had a feeling she was too strong of a person to allow something like that - fear - to affect her resoning on personal space boundaries). He simply wanted to hold onto something before the moment passed, fleeting away from them both. Yes, Fritz just wanted to tell himself that this was really happening, rather than it later be lost in the haze of despair that Maria's death left him in. He wanted to remember the exact moment he betrayed his country . . . In order to hear her melodic voice speak to him once more.
Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi
ooc; okay, I just have to say Craie, that with your last post - well, just wow! I mean, I love your writing style, and gush over your posts already, but man, with this one - you just truely outdid yourself! You managed to take all the words and actions going on in my post, and repeat the necessities (like Fritzi's statements), and just oh so smoothly blend them into your post. I don't even know how you did it so brillaintly - but oh my God it just got me so inspired (especially Eponine's last question!). Lol, now that I'm brown nosing, I'll let you get to responding whenever you can! Oh and I know, soon enough either Eponine will have to cut things short bc of Enjolras (like having to pick him up soon), or pick him up with Fritz? Or mention something about him spending the night at a neighbor's, so they have all night to talk? I just don't want to end up forgetting about the poor little guy (though I doubt you'd let that happen!) >,<
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яє∂ ＆ωнιτє ωιиτєя sиσω [OOC/Recruiting]
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Barton OOC
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Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:12 am
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Lol, I was beginning to think I was a bad luck charm for rp's >,< (And congrats on getting a job in this economy >,< ) Oh and I just have to apologize for having like the shortest post ever in reply to Kaiser (of course I'd wanna interact with him ;p ) . . . And yay for Female Two! ^^
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яє∂ ＆ωнιτє ωιиτєя sиσω [σ/α]
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Barton Town
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Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:06 am
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☁daD o u b l e,XXd o u b l eXXt o i lXXa n dXXt r o u b l e;
WitchiF i r eXXb u r nXXa n dXXc a u l d r o nXXb u b b l e.
WitchiB yXXt h eXXp r i c k i n gXXo fXXm yXXt h u m b s,
WitchiS o m e t h i n gXXw i c k e dXXt h i sXXw a yXXc o m e s . . .
Helena hadn't planned on forcing herself to stop so short of her goal, but upon hearing Kaiser's voice - and the anger in it - she slammed her foot against the frozen ground and stared at the monument before her. Not at the architectural masterpiece in front of her, but of the other monument; the amazing thing that she had created, oh so long ago. For now, as the snow fell around them, Helena's eyes grew wide with wonder, before her lips curved into a coy smile. It was only after she exhaled a sharp breath of foggy air, did the young witch take a careful step forward, daring to tredge forward, to the very thing that she created, "Oh you're still so beautiful Kaiser."
Her feet moved swifter now, and her dress curled around her legs before she finally made it to the shapshifter. Now, standing within three feet of her creation, the raven haired woman smiled up at him, and spoke up with an air of arrogance, "How has life been treating you and your brother's?" It was a simple question, but the tone in her voice told Kaiser everything. No matter what was said about her, no matter what the speculations said about her true intentions that horrid day, Helena knew deep down that she didn't make them who they are today, simply to save her skin. Sure, that was a good chunk of it, it was a sad fact that she couldn't (and wouldn't) deny, but she truely made them for companionship. She wanted to save the best of the best souls of that village, that she had helped destroy - and who was better than a selfless soul willing to sacrifice himself for his fellow villagers? Those were the men Helena wanted around her - not the the magican who plagued the village in the first place, not the one that lost it so quickly. She had prayed that these men would save her, and themselves, before hitting the countryside and living for at least a few centuries in absolute bliss as a family . . . but everything fell down differently that day.
So now, as infinite silence befell the area around them, Helena stood steadfast, knowing that whether it was out of anger, rage, or sheer curiosity - that eventually, Kaiser would reply to her in one way or another. And no matter which way he chose to do so (though she prayed violence wasn't an option, she wasn't naive about the possibility), Helena remained there . . . waiting for his response.
ooc; so sorry about the horrid shortness :/
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S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting
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Barton OOC
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Mon Nov 16, 2009 2:05 am
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Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly
@Kellanda: Lol, bring on the complex ;p
Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!
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Tɧε Scɑrlεʈ Ρɩɱρεrɳεl ❦ ѻѻc 6 spots open!
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Barton OOC
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Mon Nov 16, 2009 2:02 am
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JeanneBut, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair
Don't worry Siren, we've been making sure to bump ;p
I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be deadJeanne
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ιη мʏ вℓøø∂ (o/a)
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Barton Town
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Mon Nov 16, 2009 1:42 am
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T h r e a dXA n n o u n c e m e n tx!x!x!
Sadly, because of personal reasons, Cloud will be on a temp hiatus for about a week. Let's make her proud though and be sure to continue to post often in this thread, so that way when she does get back, she can look forward to plenty of posts! ^^
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ιη мʏ вℓøø∂ (o/a)
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Barton Town
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Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:51 pm
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נ σ и α т н α иXXXα ∂ α мXXXנ υ я s ℓ α σ и s
т н єXXXв ι gXXXв σ y
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Jonathan opened his eyes hazily. Even though the thick curtains were closed, a small beam of light managed to flood into the room and came dangerously close to actually stirring him awake. Though truth be told, he already was. The only reason he was still laying in bed at this point was because he simply didn't want to face the music. His phone had signaled him a message a good hour ago, and he could hear the house stirring with other fellow vampires he happened to call his family. But for now, he pretended that neither the message nor the family meant enough for him to get up and interact with. In other words, he was lying through his teeth.
Jonathan was the oldest "child", the one that truely would carry on the family name. But here he was, the pride of his family name washed aside, so he could screw around with Sela every night. What's worse was that the feelings were almost becoming too much to bare. For you see, it started out simple enough. The families, both prestigious in name and wealth appreciated one another's social standing enough not to attack one another. The Jurslaons wouldn't feed on the Belacqua's, and the Belacqua's wouldn't hunt down the Jurslaons (and turn a blind eye to missing people in nearby cities). Because though the animal diet was commendable for any vampire to seek in Jonathan's eyes, for him and his family, it simply didn't work. So alas, a few people would die every now and then. However the death toll could always be worse. Often this family shared their meals, or waited as long as they could before going hunting. It was the only humane thing they could do for their inhumane course of diet.
Anyways, the point being, that one night, not to long ago - Jonathan had just come back from a hunt more awake than ever. It was the dead of night (sorta speak), and as he approached the multi-acreage of land shared between the two families, he noticed a beatiful figure standing beneath a tree. He remembered her from years before, as a child, but now she stood in front of him as a woman, and neither could resist the pull. Normally, Jonathan relied on the good ol' vampire seduction techniques to get his fill of girls, but this one gave herself all too willingly. But before you go and call her a slut, you must realise that he's her first. Whatever came over the two of them was most likely lust, but tinged with something more. And that "more" factor was growing bigger every day.
So that's why Jonathan was still laying in bed. He wants to wean himself off of her, tell himself that those hours they spent together not even the night before, was the last time - the utter last time. But before the train of thought could even finish, he reached for the fun. She was like a drug, and by reading her text message (that he refused to look at it earlier), he was able to get his fix. Opening the electronic envelope, he smirked at her simple question. Go figure that Sela, the sixteen year old human, could sound calmer than him at this point. Swinging long legs over the edge of his large canopy, Jonathan hovered over the phone, trying to sound as suave as he could in his reply. Thinking for a minute, he gave it up, and decided to just go with the truth - the truth will set you free - "Nothing much, going to check in with the family. Are we still on for tonight?" And besides, "suaveness" was something you did in wooing, and not to be tactless, but he already "wooed" her. Matter of fact, she knew him all her life already, she knew exactly who he was, and she still wanted him. Obviously, "suave", is not neccessary at this point. Typing quickly, he pressed the SND button and watched the message dissapear into cyber land before bouncing onto the wooden floor beneath him and heading downstairs.
As he passed Mia's room, the oldest stared at the youngest in her doorway. She was whining about food, and he realised that his own stomach was growling, too. And before she caught onto him watching her, he moved to the side as she headed downstairs to go into the city. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak to her or anything, but he just preferred to hunt alone. And so long he wasn't too hungry, he wouldn't mind bringing his meal home for the others to dive into. With tongue-in-cheek attitude, he jogged downstairs, a natural athlete that managed to still portray a genteleman's smoothness with his pale undead body. Upon reaching the kitchen door, he lifted his phone up to him once again and sent Oliver a message as well, "How did it go? Need to talk?" He sent the message away just as he had done with Sela's before shoving the expensive phone in his poket and heading out to hunt.
He might even manage to make a stop to Oliver and Skye's new place, and there the thought made him cringe a little. Of course he knew Skye, and though she was pretty enough, he still didn't like the idea of his brother marrying his girlfriend's sister, mainly because it would make Jonathan related to Sela. The thought was almost sickening, then again, theirs was already such a forbidden love - the age, the different species. Obviously, a little thing such as "relations" wouldn't stop these two, and that fact kind of unneverd him. How could such a simple thing hold such a power over him? Was it her purity? Was it her personality, her soul? Or was it the fact that she looked him not with God-like awe, or monstrous fear, but with - something else . . .
He shook the thought free from his head, and moved furthe from the house. Eventually he'd make it into town, and once he fed, he'd be able to gather his thoughts better - at least more rationally.
  
ooc; dear lordi, finally! Just when you all thought I was never going to post! ;p Be weary though, this has not been proofread bc I have to get going. But should be edited for any grammar mistakes, sometime tonight when I get back ^^
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My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post!
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Barton OOC
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Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:49 pm
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נ σ и α т н α иXXXα ∂ α мXXXנ υ я s ℓ α σ и s
т н єXXXв ι gXXXв σ y
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Jonathan opened his eyes hazily. Even though the thick curtains were closed, a small beam of light managed to flood into the room and came dangerously close to actually stirring him awake. Though truth be told, he already was. The only reason he was still laying in bed at this point was because he simply didn't want to face the music. His phone had signaled him a message a good hour ago, and he could hear the house stirring with other fellow vampires he happened to call his family. But for now, he pretended that neither the message nor the family meant enough for him to get up and interact with. In other words, he was lying through his teeth.
Jonathan was the oldest "child", the one that truely would carry on the family name. But here he was, the pride of his family name washed aside, so he could screw around with Sela every night. What's worse was that the feelings were almost becoming too much to bare. For you see, it started out simple enough. The families, both prestigious in name and wealth appreciated one another's social standing enough not to attack one another. The Jurslaons wouldn't feed on the Belacqua's, and the Belacqua's wouldn't hunt down the Jurslaons (and turn a blind eye to missing people in nearby cities). Because though the animal diet was commendable for any vampire to seek in Jonathan's eyes, for him and his family, it simply didn't work. So alas, a few people would die every now and then. However the death toll could always be worse. Often this family shared their meals, or waited as long as they could before going hunting. It was the only humane thing they could do for their inhumane course of diet.
Anyways, the point being, that one night, not to long ago - Jonathan had just come back from a hunt more awake than ever. It was the dead of night (sorta speak), and as he approached the multi-acreage of land shared between the two families, he noticed a beatiful figure standing beneath a tree. He remembered her from years before, as a child, but now she stood in front of him as a woman, and neither could resist the pull. Normally, Jonathan relied on the good ol' vampire seduction techniques to get his fill of girls, but this one gave herself all too willingly. But before you go and call her a slut, you must realise that he's her first. Whatever came over the two of them was most likely lust, but tinged with something more. And that "more" factor was growing bigger every day.
So that's why Jonathan was still laying in bed. He wants to wean himself off of her, tell himself that those hours they spent together not even the night before, was the last time - the utter last time. But before the train of thought could even finish, he reached for the fun. She was like a drug, and by reading her text message (that he refused to look at it earlier), he was able to get his fix. Opening the electronic envelope, he smirked at her simple question. Go figure that Sela, the sixteen year old human, could sound calmer than him at this point. Swinging long legs over the edge of his large canopy, Jonathan hovered over the phone, trying to sound as suave as he could in his reply. Thinking for a minute, he gave it up, and decided to just go with the truth - the truth will set you free - "Nothing much, going to check in with the family. Are we still on for tonight?" And besides, "suaveness" was something you did in wooing, and not to be tactless, but he already "wooed" her. Matter of fact, she knew him all her life already, she knew exactly who he was, and she still wanted him. Obviously, "suave", is not neccessary at this point. Typing quickly, he pressed the SND button and watched the message dissapear into cyber land before bouncing onto the wooden floor beneath him and heading downstairs.
As he passed Mia's room, the oldest stared at the youngest in her doorway. She was whining about food, and he realised that his own stomach was growling, too. And before she caught onto him watching her, he moved to the side as she headed downstairs to go into the city. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak to her or anything, but he just preferred to hunt alone. And so long he wasn't too hungry, he wouldn't mind bringing his meal home for the others to dive into. With tongue-in-cheek attitude, he jogged downstairs, a natural athlete that managed to still portray a genteleman's smoothness with his pale undead body. Upon reaching the kitchen door, he lifted his phone up to him once again and sent Oliver a message as well, "How did it go? Need to talk?" He sent the message away just as he had done with Sela's before shoving the expensive phone in his poket and heading out to hunt.
He might even manage to make a stop to Oliver and Skye's new place, and there the thought made him cringe a little. Of course he knew Skye, and though she was pretty enough, he still didn't like the idea of his brother marrying his girlfriend's sister, mainly because it would make Jonathan related to Sela. The thought was almost sickening, then again, theirs was already such a forbidden love - the age, the different species. Obviously, a little thing such as "relations" wouldn't stop these two, and that fact kind of unneverd him. How could such a simple thing hold such a power over him? Was it her purity? Was it her personality, her soul? Or was it the fact that she looked him not with God-like awe, or monstrous fear, but with - something else . . .
He shook the thought free from his head, and moved furthe from the house. Eventually he'd make it into town, and once he fed, he'd be able to gather his thoughts better - at least more rationally.
ooc; dear lordi, finally! Just when you all thought I was never going to post! ;p
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Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:57 am
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Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly
@Kellanda: Mmmm - yes, he definitly has smexiness.
Wouldn't mind getting robbed by the likes of him >,<
Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!
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