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Martel cant recall anything from her past, no matter how hard she tries. When she does recall something from her past, she begins to have strange flashbacks or visions which make her pass out. She prefers not to think about her past because she hates to pass out and become vulnerable.
♦ Before I go, here is proof of my badassliness ♦
My recent RP post from an Arranged Marriage RP.
Note, it's an intro post.
Clouds. Endless, endless clouds. A whole sea, no, world of clouds. Clouds is what all Martel saw as she sat on her mother's private jet to the Bahamas. She couldnt stop thinking about what strange, irrational even that occured before being shoved into the flying machine. Her mother. Oh, how her mother surprised her so much. Martel pushes herself away from the window and slowly closes it. Staring at clouds for the past few hours bored her too much and it didnt keep her mind off of what her mother told her.
"In two months, my dear. You're going to get married."
The words echoed in her head and stung her heart. Married? In two months? Two months wasnt enought time to plan a wedding, but then again, her mother seemed to do everything quickly. That wasnt the point. She was still so young and already getting married to a possible stranger! Martel didnt know anything about who she was going to marry or who the guy was. All her mother left her were these strange words about the guy she was going to marry: "You already know him."
Martel leans back on the elegant indigo sofa and stares at the ceiling of the jet. She already knew him. Well, that was vague. Very vague. She knew many guys, in fact, she's dated many guys as well. But in the end the guys just wanted her for her money. No matter. As her mother always told her, 'there are other fish in the sea'. Martel lets out a small sigh and turns over on her side and closes her eyes, trying to go to sleep. Maybe if she wakes up, it will all just be a dream.
"Miss Bella." The pilot called out to her, "We're arriving to your destination, fasten your seat belt and prepare for landing."
Martel nods her head and walks back to her seat as she puts on her seatbelt. As much as she didnt want the plane to land, her curiosity ended up getting the better of her. She wanted to know who this boy was and wondered if he too knew about the marriage. Only one way to find out.
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Martel arrives on the airstrip and walks ouf of the jet. Her yellow eyes scan the place to see if her mystery man was waiting for her. "Miss Bella." The butler said with a smile as he helps her down the stairs, "We've been expecting you. Sadly, your companion hasnt arrived yet." Martel deflates a little and nods her head, "Thanks." She said simply. Martel wasnt much of a talker, her answers were always short and simple, but her eyes and actions say everything. The butler guides Martel to the limo and drives off towards the mansion that her mother prepared for her.
She didnt talk through out the drive, but the butler, on the other hand explained where the mansion was and where everything was going to be. She had a separate room, thankfully. Martel didnt want to sleep with a stranger. The trip from the airstrip was short, and before Martel could even blink, she found herself standing before an elegant mansion with a beautiful fountain in the middle. Her eyes widen and a smile appears scross her face. Her 'companion' can take his time getting here, because right now she wanted this mansion all to herself. Even if it was for a few moments.
Martel walks through the mansion doors and scans the interior. It was simple and elegant, just as expected from her mother. She walks around the main hall and finds herself in the kitchen. Her stomach lets out a small growl. With a small blush on her face, she pulls her hand over her stomach and opens the fridgerator, wondering what to eat. Maybe just a small snack.
