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Float on to the painted sky where dreams will be unified as I slip inside
Float on to the painted sky where, we will be unified as i stand inside
Where butterflies... never die..

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❦ Rays of the sun started to emerge from the gaps of the closed blinds. The inside of room was a cozy, sofisticated place. Everything stayed at the place it was supposed to be. Nothing was out of place. The room was overall an off-white colour. Something which the owner found classy. The owner of the room was none other than the person who was currently struggling to get out of bed. Who could blame her? Madaline was most certainly not an early riser. Nor was she really much of a morning person. But... duty calls.

"Maddie! Get up you lazy bones! Mum's been looking for you!"

Those words came from none other than Madaline's sister, Angelina. Despite her family affection towards her sister (nowdays she was starting to call it so-called), Madaline did hate it when she always woke her up with that English accent of hers. Finally, a chocolate-coloured mop of hair became visible as she struggled to sit up. Stepping out of the bed was just as much of a tedious task as actually getting up. Once managing to do that, she took a good fifteen seconds to strech her body out to try and get used to being awake as if she'd been sleeping for a hundred years. Shortly after that, she walked up to the door of her bathroom while yelling slurred words of something along the lines of 'yeah, yeah, I'm awake'. A hot shower would do her good by giving some heat energy to every atom in her body. The hot water felt good, that was for sure.

❦ Madaline stepped out a good twenty minutes later with a towel around her figure. Step number two: find something decent to wear. She decided to go with a neutral simple striped dress. Putting it on, she strapped the belt before staring at herself in the mirror.
Hmm... too bland... I need something to spice it up a little..
Alough Madaline was an avid lover of neutral shades of clothing, make-up and pretty much everything else (her her room was almost of uniform colour), it did get to her sometimes. Right now, it was looking too plain. She rummaged through her closet some more to look for somethig suitable to wear over it. "Aha!" The simple word came out of her mouth in such a manner that sounded like she had discovered a way to go to the moon... although discovered Narnia was more suited to the situation she was in. Anyway, without any further dilay, she pulled out the simple peice of fabric: a blue scarf. It was perfect for her! She folded it in half, pulled it over the back of her neck and pulled the ends through the loop she'd reviously made. Now, with her outfit spiced up, she put on some beige heels before heading out and downstairs. "'Mornin dad, Jonathan. Have you seen dear sister around anywhere?" And out came her own English accent. She couldn't help but emphasize on the 'dear'. It was sarcastic of course. Jonathan and her father knew that quite well. "Angie went over to the shop a little while after waking you up. Said Mum had some work for you. More customer service probably." The reply was so casual. Madaline sighed. It seemed Jonathan had a way of making work seem not so bad. "Alright whatever. I'm off!" She yelled as she walked out the door with a piece of toast in her hand.

❦ The walk from home to Fabled Hollows Flower Shop was a small one. Barely fifteen minutes or so. Madaline walked into the shop to find that it was surprisingly busy today. Huh... odd. I never thought the shop could be so busy..
"Madaline! Help out with the flowers dear. I've left a few requests at your workplace," her mother's voice could be heard. It seemed that she'd noticed madaline come in. "Okay!" She called in response as she walked through the crowd to reach her 'workplace.' It was merely a fancy name that they'd used for tabled which were in the shop. Her eyes scanned though the various items to see the cards with notes scribbled onto them in her mother's handwriting. She let out a sigh as she started to gather the flowers needed and started cutting them into shape before placing them in a special way to form a bouquet. "Remember Maddie, customers could come to you for help," Angelina reminded her as she walked by with a few small bouquets in her arms. "I know, I know. You don't need to treat me like I'm still a kid. I'm eighteen you know," Madaline responded back. Angelina just shrugged and smiled at her before going away to tend to those bouquets. She sighed before going back to work again making sure to at least smile to the customers who said 'hello'. That was all she could do right now anyway.


❦ Oh Oh Cee ≺ I know crap post... but c'mon! First posts are never good :L ≻

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Feelings shocked; irritated || Location Anya's house || Thoughts What have I gotten myself into?!
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"Y-You!"
Katharina couldn't help but smirk at the brunette's reaction to her entrance. "Hello there... Anya was it? I don't know how the hell you managed to throw that ball at me earlier today but I sure as hell aren't going to forgive you this easy. But glad to make your aquaintance," she spoke to the girl who was currently wavering back from her. It seemed that she still had the deadly aura surrounding her. What could she do about that?
Why am I here again...? I should be at home relaxing! I should be eating a good snack while laying front of the T.V! I should-- BOOM
Although Katharina's face didn't show it, she was startled by the sudden 'BOOM' that inturrupted her thought process.
”Would you like to help your new boss save her house from going up in flames?”
Her extreme brown almost red eyes turned to face the male who just spoke to her. She felt her eyebrow twitch as the words 'your boss.' "My... boss?" Katharina couldn't help but laugh whole-heartedly at his words. "You honestly think that I'm going to take orders from her!?" She pointed an accusing finger at the girl before narrowing her eyes at the male again. "The only reason I came here was to find out whether you knew anything about my father. But seeing as you don't...," she trailed off for a moment. Would it really be alright to leave her like this? I mean... this girl has bombs in her room..! She bit her lip. Maybe it wasn't the wisest course of action to actually leave her to find those bombs for herself. Judging by her first impression of her (which was 'no- good brat who thows basketballs at people'), she doubted that the girl would be able to actually find and dispose of all the remaining five bombs.

So... she had thirty more miniutes? Oh well, she could at least try to help her. She wasn't a bomb expert herself. In fact, she'd never really played with any explosives in her life. But her knowledge of physics and chemicals and their properties was hopefully all that she'd need to dismantal the structure. She didn't say a word as she stepped in beyond the doorway. Dear god! The room was not exactly in a clean state. All the more worries when looking for bombs. At least, it was small. Hopefully, the lack of space for the bombs to stay within could play to her advantage somehow. "Hm?" Her eyes flickered upwards to see a tiny object moving on the top of the closet. Her hand reached up to grab it. As she pulled her arm back, she heard the male explain about the different colours. Unfortunately, the one she had taken was a red one. It was a simple marble like object. She held it close to her face to examine it. Rotating it around a little, she found an ever so tiny hole. I might be able to break it if I use some sort of needle...
Her eyes scanned to room to find a rather sharp-looking pencil lying on the desk. She reached for it and turned her attention back to the bomb again. Being extremely careful, she poked the pencil into the bomb. It wasn't long before she managed to crack the shell ever so slightly. So, it wasn't as tough as a normal marble would be. Still, better be carefull until she actually turned it off.

Unfortunately, that was going to be more difficult than she thought it to be. Despite the marble being a small object, when she did manage to take out a larger section of the outer coating, a myraid of complex systems of wires and a few chemicals were what greeted her. Screaming all kinds of colourful words in her mind, she took a silent breath, before poking the pencil to try and disconnect the wires. One. Two. Three. They all snapped with a little pressure from the pencil. Next step? To get rid of the small reserves of chemicals of course. For some reason, she had a feeling that whatever element or compound was there, it was chemically unstable and would easily and readily react to air should it be exposed to it. So, how exactly was she supposed to get rid of these? Not a clue. But she did know that if she managed to extract them out of the main body, the marble would no longer remain an explosive. Getting them out however.... was a challenge to say the least. Dear Lord. I feel like I'm in biology class disecting an earthworm...
Gah! Now was not the time to think about that. Okay... focus... use the pencil to push on the wires so that they harmlessly lift the vial of chemicals up... think like a thirsty crow...
Bad thought process, yes. However, considering the situation she was in, thought processes didn't really make much difference whether they were nicely or poorly worded. As long as they helped!

Her eyes narrowed at the small vial of who knows what come up as she pushed a few wires. She didn't dare poke the vial with the pencil. She knew it was too dangerous. Placing the pencil at her side, she used her fingers to delecately pick up the tiny vial letting the rest of the bomb remains fall to the floor. She knew that it was now harmless. Walking up to the male, Katharina held out the vial for him to take. "This is the best I can do to stop them from exploding. But it took me a decent time to do it," she spoke plainly while looking at the clock that hung on the wall. The man had said they had thirty minutes a good five minutes ago. The only ones that seriously needed dismantaling were the red and black bombs. The yellow one could easily be thrown out the window like the girl had done previously. She turned to the girl. Hopefully the aura around her had dissappeared. "Listen to me. The only other one you can throw out like you just did is the yellow one. If you throw the red or black, they can and will harm your surroundings. So, if you don't want the person next door to complain that his house was blown up, take my advice. Also, if you do find a black or red, take a sharp pencil and look for a rtiny hole on its surface. Then, simply open the outer coating and cut the wires using the pencil. After, look for a small vial like this," she paused for a moment pointing at the tiny chemical vial she'd given to the man. "Take it out with your fingers and do not open it. The rest of the bomb is hopefully harmless after this point."
After finishing, she started to look around for more bombs. Oddly enough, she was actually enjoying the bomb hunting. Of course, she'd never actually tell anyone about it. Not yet anyway.
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Claudine
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A few rays of sunlight managed to penatrate the velvet curtains of the room. The room itself was a grand one indeed. The off-white carpets complemented the scarlet curtains well. The furniture was made of the finest wood there was to be found in England. Huge dressers and wardrobes with beautifully carved markings that showed the unique art of Victorian Era England decorated the room. A white crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. In the center of it all, there was a four poster queen- sized bed with silky covers and pillows in various shades of red and white. There was a blonde head among the soft covers.
"Gale! Time to get up! You don't want to keep the boat waiting!"
That voice made the blonde mop of hair, better known as Gale, or even better, Claudine stir under all that warmth. A groan escaped from her lips as she leaned her head up to stare at the wooden door for a moment. What on earth was Angelina spouting on about this time? Boat? What boat? It was then that it hit her. She was supposed to leave for this ''island getaway'. At least, that's what it siad anyway. Using her lower arms, she propped herself up to her elbows before slowly sitting up clearly straining to do so. Her palms still supported her body to stop it from collapsing back onto the soft bed. She knew this wasn't the time for such stupid things. For some reason, it was belief that the island getaway was somehow linked to her getting the mystrious floral mark the other day.

Argh! So not the time to think about it right now!. Claudine turned her body to her left letting her feet dangle off the bed as she felt around for her slippers. Finally finding them, her feet slowly slipped into them allowing her entire body to finally get out of bed. The first thing that followed was hands going up in the air and a heavy yawn escaping from her lips as she stretched her self out from head to toe. Finally letting her hands drop to the sides, she slowly walked over to the big oaken door and pulled the handle down to open it. Her lazy eyes greeted the face of her smiling blonde sister Angelina. "Come now sleepyhead. Get ready. Janathan and I are going to drop you off. Dad and mum wanted to come as well, but right now, they have some urgent matters to attend to."
Claudine raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "Urgent matters? Business people again? Oh well. I guess I'll get changed then. I'll be down for breakfast in about half an hour or so", Claudine responded in a tired voice as she walked back in. Her currnet destination was towards the dresser in which lay various clothes neatly folded. Her eyes scanned through the various clothing. In the end she picked up a light blue strapless sundress that complemented her pale tan and hair. Taking her needed belongings, she walked into the shower. She knew that it was the only thing she needed to actually wake herself up.

A good half hour later, Claudine waltzed out of the bathroom door dressed in the same dress she'd picked out. She went up to the mirror and thought how she'd do her hair. In the end, she decided to leave it down. Her hair was actually long. It reached well past mid- back. After drying her hair she put on a pair of sandals with slight heels and walked out. She walked down the huge oak staircase and her silver eyes noticed that all her bags were already waiting for her downstairs. She walked past them and out the door to the courtyard where her parents and siblings were having tea. "Claudine. Good morning to you. Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning father. I slept fine. Thank you for asking", she replied in her heavy english accent. as she set herself down. The butler came to give some tea to them all.
A normal day it seemed like so far. Everyone was having breakfast while engaging in small dry conversations with one another. That was how breakfast, dinner, tea and supper went for the Sinclair family. It was daily routine.

Today however, was different. Claudine finished her breakfast faster than usual. Her mother's silver-grey eyes fell upon her. "You're awfully quick today dear. Excited are we?"
After wiping her mouth on a napkin, Claudine smiled at her mother. "I suppose you could say that. Just... it's been a while since I've been out of Europe", she replied. She mumbled something along the lines of 'excuse me' before standing up and leaving the scene. Soon after, she stood in front of the mansion waiting for Angelina and Janathan. Upon seeing the siblings emerge from the front door, her butler opened the car door for her to step in.After a good hours drive they reached the port of Kings Lynn. From there, Claudine could see the boat waiting for her. It was a beautiful vessel, that was granted for sure. She stepped out of the car to be greeted by a bellboy. She smiled slightly in greeting and watched as all her luggage was taken care of. She was escorted onboard the vessel but not before she gave her sister and brother a hug. She took a moment to glance at England once again as well before going inside.

She was escorted to an elevator. After going up it and baring with the insanely cheesy music for a decent minute or two, she was so glad to step out. She really hated elevator music. She couldn't stand it. Just couldn't. Simple as that. She was led down a corridor and in front of a room. She saw her luggage in front of the door. Well now, for a luxury ship, your service is awful. What if my luggage were to go missing?", she questioned. It was a bit obvious that she was merely trying to annoy him. When no reply came from the bellboy, she scoffed. If he'd prefer to be that way so be it. The bellboy opened the door only slighly before backing up and taking his leave. Claudine sighed in frustration and picked up her luggage walking in. She saw that there were six beds; two of which were already occupied. She raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't do much else. She walked over to an empty bed placing her things down. Her eyes flickered to the two females. Should she go and talk to them? Despite her reluctance, the venomous idea seemed to be winning. She took a deep breath and approached them with a smile of her face. "Hello there. I assume you are my room-mates? My name is Claudine Sinclare. A pleasure to meet you", she said holding her hand out for them to shake.

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〔 some forest a little ways from a village❜ 〔 irritated, frightened, annoyed❜ 〔 no-one❜ 〔 outfit❜

"For fuck sake! Where the hell am I!?"

To the very few people in the village, those words probably seemed as unnatural as from the person they were spoken from. Where the hell was she? How the hell was she where she was? Why the hell was she where she was? And perhaps the biggest of them all, how the hell was she supposed to get out of here? All these questions stormed her angry little head like a meteorite shower and quite frankly, she was thankful for them or else, that cloud of worry and 'what if's' looming above her would rain down instead.

Oh no.

Instead of all that, once the questions subsided, she had time to think about the events that had transpired that day . . .

And they were a hell lot more fun then this shit-hole . . .

↻ Earlier that 》 day: 》》 》

"Mum, please, please, PLEASE tell me you didn't call me here just to tell me that!"

"Florence, I think it's time that you thought of that and--"

"NOW!? I'm bloody twenty-three! I have a nice and easy job--"

"I hardly call being the principle manager an easy job."

"Fine. Nice. Either way, it's far to early for me to even think about serious relationships."

"What about that boy Luke? He seems to be such a nice lad. I think three years is too late for a proposal though."

Ugh. Florence gave up. Instead of answering, she simply turned around and walked out of her mother's apartment. Why the hell did she have to worry about her like that all the time? She was perfectly fine being single and having a live-in relationship. The lad was nice though. Then again, the fact that he was able to put up with her and her short fuse said quite a lot about his patience and he was often questioned about why he was with her. Honestly though, she couldn't care less. Point was, the people who asked it in front of her ended up with a broken nose. And the fun part? That punch could come from either of the pair. They were very protective towards one another. And he was one of the few people who could actually bring a smile to her face.

And that was exactly who she was going to meet right now. And he was right there, waiting for her leaning against his motorcycle which was parked just a little ways from where she was right now. However, she felt moisture hit her head as she walked towards the man. It had begun to rain. Opening her clearly broken umbrella (she had to get rid of that at some point), she walked her final steps to her three-year boyfriend and instantly pulling him into a kiss followed by a hug. He, of course, responded willingly. Like it has been said, he was one of the very few people who could bring a smile to Flo's face.

"Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem babe. You seem down. Was your mum bugging you about something again?"

"Eh, you know how parents can be, yeah? Either way, let's go home. I'm starving and in desperate need of food."

He laughed and poked her in the stomach before mounting the bike, the latter action was repeated by Flo. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he turned the key and the two rode off. Bike rides were always fun for her. No matter the occasion or weather, Florence always loved to simply go on the motorcycle with the wind blowing in her face. Of course, it was virtually impossible for the two to talk whenever they were like that. But she didn't care. Flo liked his company either way.

Night had fallen by the time the two reached their shared detached house. Pulling over onto the driveway, Luke got off and helped Florence off as well. "Okay, so we can order take out -- do you want Chinese or just pizza?" Florenced nudged him and pushed him through the door and into the living room. "How about we settle down first?" He shrugged and agreed to do so. Flo walked to the front door and closed it shut. She then ran to the bathroom and washed her face in an (quite effective) attempt to wash her uneasiness that her mum had caused her.

Or was it something else?

Either or, there was something that was bugging her and she wasn't quite sure of what that something was. And it annoyed her to no end, this feeling. And don't deny it! It is indeed annoying when you feel as though there is an unknown force that's making you feel a little out there and you don't know what it is. Aaaaaaanyway, washing her face did make some of it go away. So maybe it was just her hunger getting to her? Probably. That would logically imply that food will solve everything.

With that in mind, Flo walked back downstairs to see her boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa while flicking through random channels. On the table in front of him, lay menu cards of various takeaways. She plopped down on the furniture and reached for a random menu. As her eyes scanned the items for anything appealing, she felt strong arms wrap around her frame. Letting out a chuckle, she leaned back against him. The two conversed and discussed about what to order and before long, they came to an agreement. For the next five minutes or so, it was Florence who was flicking through the channels while being sprawled out on the sofa and Luke was talking on the phone ordering. Ah, their life was perfect. No need for marriage to spoilt it right? She shuddered at the thought. It was not something she wanted, not now.

"Dinner will be here in fifteen more minutes Flo."

"'Kay. Hey, check it out. This is probably the most interesting fight that's broken out in Big Brother."

Luke walked over and sat down next to her watching said show. And apparently fifteen minutes had suddenly become excessively short. Within what actually seemed like seconds, their Chinese had arrived. The pair dug into it like tigers who'd gone without food for two days. It wasn't long before the entire contents of the takeaway bag were empty. But damn, that was bloody brilliant. Seriously was. Flo was always a big fan of Chinese foods after all.

Now it was quite late though. The pair had been watching god knows what shows for the past three and a half hours; it was now two in the morning and they had finally decided to go to sleep. Snuggling into bed, Luke kissed Flo goodnight and then closed his eyes. Flo did the same.

But sleeping that night proved to be more challenging than Flo had initially expected. She didn't know why. But no matter which way she turned, her mind wouldn't come to rest at all. Unsure and finally giving up, she sat up and ran a hand through her blonde hair and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. This was odd because Flo was actually a very heavy sleeper.

"Hey babe, why up so late? Can't sleep?" Luke's sleepy voice came from behind her as he lazily wrapped his arms around her waist pulling himself up and nuzzling against her neck. Flo shook her head. "Do you want to go out right now? Just on the motorcycle?" This was one of the few times when Florence sounded . . . well, sad. Luke couldn't disagree with her on his occasion.

The two got dressed in outdoor clothing and went out in the pouring rain. They didn't mind. Rain was a common occurrence where they resided. That damn city was far too gloomy. All the more reason to ride out of it every now and then. The wind was strong and the rumble of thunder could be heard without end. Most would call the couple out of their minds to be out in this weather on a motorcycle. But that was exactly what they were: out of their fucking minds.

They rode out towards the countryside ignoring each and every warning sign that they came across. They couldn't care less at this time of night anyway. Florence closed her eyes at the rain hit her face with full force. Neither she nor Luke wore helmets. Like it has been said, they couldn't care less at this time of ni--

Hold up.

Something was wrong here.

"Luke, I think you're going too fast. Slow down!" Flo shouted to the man in front of her. "Ugh, dammit, the breaks are jammed!" Well, hell, this had now become seriously life-threatening. "Are you fucking serious!?" The movement of his head was enough to confirm her fear. Florence might have had a love for danger, but she sure as hell valued her life.

This was not good.

To make matters worse, the rain had made the roads much more slippery than normal and they were against a cliff down to the sea. "Florence, let go! We're going to slide off at this speed and we need to get off!" This seriously threw her off.

"Are you serious? We'll be seriously injured either way!"

"No, we'll die if we don't jump--"

Flo didn't listen to the last of his sentence and launched both of them off the bike minutes before it skid off the road. During the fall, she had separated from Luke and, when she called to him, nothing came. It was so dark on the road, she could barely even see. Where the hell was she? What was going on?

"Luke? It isn't fucking funny, you know. Where the hell are you!?" She called out again. Still, she didn't receive an answer. This freaked her out. Seriously, where was he? Or should she say, where was she? Shouldn't there have been some sort of fire or explosion or at least a crashing noise? Hell, she couldn't even hear the rain or sea any more. Actually . . . she no longer felt rain drops on her head. What the hell was going on? "This is one hell of a joke Luke!" And again, no answer. Now, her complete sense of hearing was either gone or she was right and was only seeing blackness around her. Still, she decided to keep her eyes wide open and see whatever the hell was going on.

Apparently, while her senses might have been hindered, she could full well feel the pain from her injured leg. That was enough to tell her that the bike crash was no nightmare. She called to him again. Instead of an answer, what happened was that the feel of solid ground below her disappeared and she fell through blackness. Still, Flo decided to keep her eyes open while screaming her lungs out. Her eyes narrowed at a spot of light coming to her. Or was she going towards it? Either way, the distance between the two was decreasing. Before long, she found herself being slammed into a tree in broad daylight.

↻ Back to 》 present: 》》 》

And here she was. Turns out that she had landed in a tree near a village. And was swearing like a drunk person. "Witch! This is a witch!" One of the men spoke out. Flo felt her eye twitch. "Witch!? Who the fuck are you calling a witch!?" She didn't have any time to react when she saw the villagers gather around the man with pitchforks and fire. Great, this was so not that she needed at this time. Right now, she didn't have her revolver handy but did have . . . knives . . .? Where did she-- right . . . she had got those as a Christmas present from Luke. Granted that he was once a member of a street gang. Despite having defence, Flo couldn't get herself to release any. Instead, she turned around and ran. Her leg, however, was nothing more than a hindrance right now.

But the next . . . well, thing, that attacked her was something she had to raise weapons against. She didn't have a choice. What kind of shit-hole is this place!? she thought to herself as she continued to run every now and then attacking someone or something that attempted to attack her.

〔 ooc;; first post, yay! hope it was okay c:❜

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It started to rain. And it started to rain heavily. It was something Noel truly disliked. Yet something in the rain made her love it at the same time. She couldn't quite put her finger onto it. Something kept telling her the rain was good. Brilliant even! What was it? She wasn't sure. Her speculation was that it was nothing more than her imagination acting up again. Usually it was a handful to handle as it was Not that she minded really. Imagination was one of the few things that Noel treasured beyond most things. It was her pride. But right now, it was clearly playing tricks on her telling her that she actually liked the rain. Ha! What a joke! Her? Liking something as inconvenient as rain? Oh no! No no no no no! Something was definitely up.

In any case, it wasn't something to worry about right now. Time was off the essence... well not really. But still, time never returned! Might as well get a move on! Cha cha! Noel turned from her window after pulling upon the tag which closed all the blinds. It was sunset; all the more reason to make the rain depressing. Oddly enough, the rain was especially depressing during sunsets. Even night wasn't as dull as dusk. Ah well, she'd simply add to her current mood if she kept thinking about that. With a finial sigh of annoyance, she ran her slim fingers through her golden hair and walked towards her wardrobe.

Her room wasn't anything special. Well... to most people it would be considered a fancy room. To her it was fairly simple. Her room was an off white colour for the most part. She always enjoyed neutrals and reds the most. They added a regal and noble feel to any room. And because the Hellsing family was noble, it would only make sense for her room to look like it. Cream velvet curtains hung from the giant windows and reached all the way to the floor forming somewhat of an arch as they made contact with the carpeted ground. The mass majority of furniture was of an oak brown colour that Noel believed complemented the main colour scheme perfectly. They had very elaborate carvings clearly done by a master. Her bed was comfier than that of most normal people. And yet... she still thought of her room as 'most ordinary.'

Many said she had some sort of mental problem or something. Others simply believed that she was spoilt. Noel couldn't help it. She had to agree with the second one. She was spoilt. Well excuse me for being born into nobility!
That was the only thing she ever though about such trivial matters. They never bothered her. Right now, she really didn't care. She simply opened the large oak wardrobe and looked through the various dresses that were there. Hm... what to wear, what to wear...
Her eyes scanned through the various garments that hung upon the coat hangers as she looked for something to wear. Ah...!
Her pale hand reached out and pulled out her crimson diagonal bottom dress. This was just what she wanted!

After putting the dress, matching pointed heels and appropriate make-up and hair, Noel looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect~! It really was! Her blond hair was tied up in a tight bun. It was a classic look hard to go wrong with. With one final look at herself in the mirror, she walked out of her room closing the door behind her. The Hellsing mansion was well worth it's name: beautiful. It was well known for its grace and elegance. As she walked down the huge wooden staircase, she was met with many looks of awe from the many servants. She finally caught sight of her mother at the end of the stairs. She looked up and smiled at her daughter who, in turn, smiled back.

"Ah Noel. You look exquisite," she spoke in a classy voice. Noel's smile only got wider and she walked to her mother to lightly hug her. "Thank you mother. I'm really looking forward to tonight."
By tonight, she meant the party that was to take place. She couldn't wait. She'd last been to a ball when? She couldn't remember. Point was, it'd been ages since she'd been to a social gathering like this one. Now the rain was at the back of her mind. As the mother- daughter pair walked out, the ebony sleek car was waiting for them just outside the manner doors. Oh thank god! Now she didn't need to worry about getting wet.

The ride to the party was indeed a decent one. The most probable reason was the rain. It always had to slow everything down eh? Not that it mattered. Now that she'd reached the place. The butler opened the door allowing her to step out. She did so in a lady like fashion and was escorted to the main hall. Never once did she slouch. She was a lady. Slouching was out of the question for her! Noel stepped into the main hall and looked at the various people there chatting away. "Oh... it has been so long since I've been to things like this. I dearly missed them," she spoke in awe making sure that her voice didn't go beyond her own hearing range. She soon left the company of her family and entered into social butterfly mode joining the conversations of many others.

[cozzie livs]

Live or die. Simple as that...
But I don't intend to die just yet...

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The pitter- patter of rain could be heard against the window. At first it was light, but that soon changed to raining cats and dogs. Inside the comfort of the house, a body lay against the work table breathing gently. Or so it was thought. It was then that Averia's grey eyes fluttered open. She raised her head just enough to get a peek over her desk to the window. Her already dull eyes dulled even more when she saw the terrible weather. She really did hate the rain. For so many reasons. To add to that, she wasn't exactly what one would call a morning person either.

Groaning, Averia shifted her position to barely standing up. How had she ended up here anyway? Wasn't she supposed to be in her bed? 'Oh right... I fell asleep doing work last night', she remembered while sighing. She ran a hand through her hair as her eyes flickered to the time. Well hell, she was due a meeting today wasn't she. Her eyes changed direction to look at the calander. Sure enough. The meeting was today. She lazily pulled herself from the support of her chair and dragged her body to the bathroom. Even if it was the meeting today in this weather, she still needed to be fresh. 'A warm bath is just what I need...', she thought as she stepped in her bathroom.

Averia stepped out a good fifteen minutes later wearing a light blue halter-neck top and a black skirt that reached to mid thigh, while drying her hair. Yeah, it might not look much. In fact, it didn't look like a fighting uniform at all. But she normally wore light armor over it anyway. She reached for her suit of armor that hung neatly near the dresser. It wasn't much; mainly it was to protect her heart. She tended to wear light armor. Her speed would be hindered if it were heavy. She adjusted her armor over her attire and put on her lace up boots. Before she did anything else, she reached for her tridant and strapped it onto her back. Finally feeling ready, she strightened up and stepped out into the pouring weather.

"Urgh... why on earth did the clouds have to giave way now?!", she groaned to herself. Unless the person was a fool, it was painfully obvious that she despised the rain. Still, there wasn't much (or anything) she could do about it. She'd simply have to grin and bear it for now. Still, no point getting wet for long now right? Thinking that, she decided to run for it. She was running late as it was. Her speed was admirable. Despite her being a mage, she didn't need armor due to her evasion. She ran through the gates of the base and finally deaccelerated to a walking pace. She'd been in the army for two years and already had lost someone of her squad. 'Weren't they supposed to get a replacement today...?' She didn't let that thought bother her. After all, it didn't really matter to her.

Averia kept a blank face as she walked into the building. She walked along the hallway, up the stairs, walked another hallway and up two floors until she got to her desired floor. Upon coming, her eyes flickered to a small blonde- haired girl. She looked much younger than most of the people here. Averia suspected that she was a rookie. She didn't let it bother her and simply walked past the girl and along one of the many hallways. She stopped in front of a door that said 'twenty one' and walked in. Looking around, she saw no one there as of yet. She sighed and walked to her seat. Setting her tridant beside her, she lenaed against the table waiting for someone to come in.

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How Noelle got to where she was was beyond her. Well . . .not technically . . .
In complete honesty, she didn’t really care to solve such things. True she was always analytical, but with the weather in a state it was, she seriously was annoyed. She hated the rain. Really really hated it. But still, anything was better than that glass cage they kept her in. Sorry excuse for a home, that. To add to it, she was tired. Very tired. She’d been travelling for ages now. Walking was no big a deal unless you were walking from town to town. Even more so when it was raining cats and dogs. Noelle, clad in only an ebony tube top, white-wash skinny jeans, black and white Converse and her watch, she was cold as well. Thankfully, the rain gave way to wind, something she loved. But that was about the only upside to this situation. And this was nowhere near the amount of motivation she needed to carry on this . . . search. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what to call this. She had been wandering around aimlessly for a while now and had nary a clue as to where these ‘rogue experiments’ were. And this was starting to get to her now. But she didn’t dare speak a word against any of it. At the back of her mind, she knew that something was amiss and off from this entire scheme but decided to keep this to herself for the time being

Aaanyway, back to moping about with the horrid weather. Where was she supposed to spend the night now? There was no way in hell that she’d actually stay here and camp out. Just the thought of it made her shiver. Okay, with that out the question, she knew that she had to find some place to stay now. Maybe a hotel or something? Damn, didn’t they have them out in the countryside before? She hadn’t seen any town for a while now. There had to be something or the other. Maybe. Okay, the chances were dim. Or so she thought.

Soon enough (thankfully) Noelle could see light coming from a little ways from where she was. They were streetlights. And where there are streetlights, there’s always a town! That was her theory anyway. With her new found motivation of their actually being a town, the blonde girl’s sped up and ran for the town. Sure enough, the town started to come together. First there were small houses here and there. Soon, there was a proper town with shops and houses and offices and . . . oh! Hotels! Thank the Lord! She did have some money on her. Enough for her to fend for herself while out on this ridiculous quest for god-knows-what (truth be told, she doubted even that).

It was just then that the sound of hunger erupted from her stomach. ”It seems that I’ve been neglecting you for the past few hours . . .” she spoke with her thich English accent (she didn’t know why, she just had it) stopping near some place. Oh, it seemed it was a supermarket. She was tired. She was hungry. She was anything but happy. Leaning against the graffiti covered walls she took a moment to close her eyes. Seriously, she felt miserable. Why in the hell was she missing the lab now? She ******* hated it there. And yet at the back of her mind, there was an omnipresent desire to go back. At least she was sheltered from the rain, had food and water and more or less every other basic need (barring love, but she doubted that was a basic need).

”I’ve clearly lost my mind. Must’ve hit me head on that glass cage or some’in.” An irritated growl escaped from deep inside her throat as she reached into her backpack and pulled out a chocolate bar. The wrapper that barred the way between her and the chocolate was soon floating around in the wind and rain. Noelle stood under the shelter of the supermarket looking around at everyone pass by. They all spoke like ‘what’s her problem?’ and ‘is she homeless?’ and ‘oh I wonder what’s her story.’ Noelle was used to everyone talking like that about her. They said things like that in pretty much every other town she’d been to. And she’d been to a whole lot of ‘em. She didn’t mind it all. She’d grown accustomed to it.

It was then that she heard something. What seemed like howl to her. And . . . this feeling . . . it was . . . odd to say the least. But her instincts told her to turn and, in turn, she whipped her head over to see a . . . car? And a man who leaned against the window. Her eyes narrowed at the man who was talking to the person in the car. She felt suspicious. Standing up straight from the support of the wall, she walked over to the car. ”Is everything okay here? I couldn’t help but hear your conversation.” She didn’t jump straight to conclusions just yet but simply waited for their response.

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[cozzie livs]

ι'м ѕιмρℓу σηє нєℓℓ σƒ α вυтℓєя . . .



TABTABHunger . . . that was all he felt. Hunger. Lust. Desire for more souls. Ciel’s soul was nowhere near enough. He needed something of more value, more worth, more . . . taste.

Yes . . .

This was how he’d found himself to be where he was. Japan, the land of the Rising Sun. Truly beautiful this place was. But he wanted something else. He wanted that soul he’d sensed here. There was a soul crying and screaming for help. A soul drenched in hatred and frantically calling for someone to help him. Save him from whatever madness he has endured or is enduring.

Why can’t I . . . just break free of this. . .?”

He was suffering and the man could tell. He was feeling hatred and strong hatred at that. All the more reason for his soul to be of high value. So here he was. In Japan looking at this beautiful city. It was a starry night yet the stars were clearly outshone by the numerous, seemingly infinite amount of city lights. Clad in black trousers, a crisp white shirt and his ebony coat, the dark haired male made his way through the crowd. Even at this hour, the streets were crowded. But honestly, it didn’t surprise him at all. It was a city. A city where life was omnipresent. But the more life there was, the more something became harder to find. In the midsts of souls, which was the one that he oh so desired . . . ?

But it seemed that thinking would need to wait. Unfortunately, it also seemed that there was a certain someone who seemed to know where he was and how to find him in a matter of milliseconds. ”Bassy! Oh we meet again! It’s been far too long you know.”

Cue eye twitch.

Yes. This certain someone was none other than Grell Sutcliff. Also known as a menace to all creatures, human, reaper, angel and demon alike. And it also happened to be that this unfortunate little ‘Bassy’ was his ‘new found love’. That is . . . if one could call love having insanely homicidal feelings for one another and something like a forbidden romance.

He is not here. I’m here for my own sake . . .

That was what he kept telling himself but it didn’t seem like Grell was willing to listen. ”C’mon Bassy! Why are you running from me? Don’t you know t-- UWA!” Hearing the sudden stop, the male turned around to see a new face. Grim Reaper William T. Spears who was currently standing with his . . . reaper scythe . . . which also seemed to be responsible for tripping Grell.. ”You’re here on duty Grell. Don’t stay in the face of this demon.” A smirk couldn’t help but come to the male’s face when the reaper eyed him with pure disgust in his eyes.

”As always, a pleasure to see you. Well, if you have Grell under control, I shall be going now.”

The reaper remained silent as the male turned to take his leave. The dark haired demon gave no more words and simply turned around leaving the scene. Grell’s voice could be heard pleading for him to return. Thankfully the other was there to restrain him.

And then it was here again. That soul he desired. Now he was even more determined to get to it. It led him to . . . a building? Well, of course but the building was rather elegant. Another noble? No, it couldn’t be. The cries from this soul were not that of a nobel. He knew that much.

It was then a strong wind blew. Ebony feathers blackened the sky. Only crimson eyes glowed. The feather storm died down leaving nothing in sight. The man had vanished.

From the window, a young boy could be seen laying on his back staring at the ceiling. He was sad. He was a crying soul with a simple yet aching desire of revenge. At least . . . that was what it seemed like. Outside the window, a pitch black raven could be seen. Although it was hard to tell, there was a thoughtful look within the eyes of the creature. It seemed that he’s found his next soul. And an interesting one it was.

”What is your desire?”

Those words rang throughout the room the boy was in. The window flared open as ebony feathers flooded into the room. Among them, a silhouette of a man. Soon the feather storm died down to reveal the dark-haired male standing among them. He opened his eyes looking at the boy. ”You hate it here don’t you? What is it that you truly want?”

He paused for a moment waiting for the boy to register what just happened. Then he worded his offer.

”Sign a contract with me. And I shall fulfill all your wishes in exchange for your soul.”

[cozzie livs]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxWhat do you life forxxxxWhat did you expect to find ?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxWhat do you life forxxxxWhat did you expect to find ?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxWhat do you life forxxxxWhat did you expect to find ?
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xxxxxxxxAnd boundless all my fears ✖ ✖xx ✖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxStop running back to old times ⊅
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xxxxxxxxxYou loose your routine↻ !
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With majestic wings, the creature flew above the countryside not daring to fly downwards. No. She couldn’t afford any idiotic photographer seeing her. Although the intent was to make most people think that it was just a bird, a closer look at it could easily make people rub their eyes and think that they’re hallucinating. She was far from what most thought her to be. She wasn’t human. Well, that was obvious enough. She soared the skies and was a solitary creature not letting anyone disrupt her reign over the vast amount of territory. Or so she thought.

The creature’s vibrant sulfuric yellow eyes narrowed to see two shadowy figures approach her. What? Upon closer inspection, she found them to be her own kind. Griffins. That alone made her cautious. Up till now, no one had dared to step into her territory. Yet, here they were. Heading towards her clearly hostile. Of course, she did the same. With a roar the loudness of a thunderclap, she launched her claws at the other two ripping away anything and everything that she could see. A growl of satisfaction could be heard from her when she heard the other griffin cry out in pain. With one beat of her golden-white wings, she nosedived into the torso of the other smashing it out of the sky. She looked down with an expression of indifference as she watched the creature fall.

It most certainly caught her off guard when the second griffin, whom she’d thought had fled, appeared from nowhere and practically ripped one of her wings from her body. She hissed in pain attempting to raise her claws to counterattack. Unfortunately, it seemed that the other had the advantage and easily evaded her attack and bit down upon her neck. With her wing wounded, she had more or less, no hope of flying. It was hard to keep flying when you only had one wing and about a quarter of the other. She made one final attempt to stay airborne only to exhaust and break the limit of her only wing. She heard a snap in the wingbone before losing more or less all lift and plummeting to the forest below. ”You b*****d!” Her scream could be heard for quite a distance. But the chances were that most people thought it was a girl breaking up with her boyfriend.

She managed to backflip and landed on her feet which soon gave way making her collapse all together. She looked up to see that the other injured griffin had joined the victorious one and the two were flying off to who knows where. She let out a grunt of pain laying her head down. Night had fallen around the time she’d sent the first griffin to crash into the ground. And now, the forest was alive. She let out a growl of anger at the other beasties and insects who tried to calm her down. She was not in the right state of mind of body to listen to them. They, of course, didn’t seem to understand it and only buzzed, hissed and squealed louder. With the little strength the griffin had left within her, she lifted her broken wing and slammed it into the ground to get them to shut up. They did so almost immediately. With that over and done with, the griffin laid its head onto the grass of the hill she’d fallen. But the pain was so much. ”Urgh . . .” she let out another groan of pain. It was soon changed to some screams. Even in this form, her screams resembled more or less a woman. She had to make it sound this way; should she speak in her true voice, her location could be given away.

The griffin’s head head snapped up when she heard something or someone approach. She still had heightened senses that were more than a regular humans but they were still less her true form. ”Who’s ther-- argh!” Before she had a chance to complete her sentence, her head collapsed back down again. Yes, she could speak. It sounded more like a growl mixed with a woman’s voice when she spoke. This was her true voice. A low growl escaped from her throat as she saw the figure approach. It was a human, a woman by the looks of it. How had she? How did she find-- oh right, the griffin was the one who was screaming in pain. As the women bent down, the griffin growled at her but her attempt to get up only resulted her hissing in pain. [********, it hurts so damn bad . . .” That was followed by a rather long string of colourful words. ”Sh . . .” She heard the woman speak. Whisper or not, she didn’t soften up at all. ”I’m not going to hurt you.”
Okay. It was getting harder and harder to move in this form. She needed to change.

Her form began to disintegrate into feathers. As the shower of feathers gave way, the griffin was no more. Instead, there was a bare young woman lying among the feathers. She looked about twenty or so. Her injuries as a griffin could easily be seen in the form of a bloodied and scarred waist as well as a bite mark going from her neck to her collarbone. Remnants of her wings were there but looked more like the wings had been ripped apart from her body. Just the wing bone with a fair few feathers attached. It also seemed that she had a broken bone somewhere. But she didn’t worry about that. She wasn’t human. She could easily heal her bones within days . . . more or less. This human form was the form she spent her time in when she was among humans. Her name was Vienna but she preferred to be called Vivi.

Anyway, Vivi moved back slightly cautious of the other. Her long brunette hair was messy and was the only thing covering her. ”Don’t you dare come any close to me,” she spoke, her voice shaking. The next thing that the woman asked made Vivi look at her like she’d lost her mind. Did it look like she could even stand? Attempting to do so, she managed to get to her shaky feet only to collapse again. Now, tears she couldn’t cry as a griffin finally came through flowing from her face to the grass below. ”It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts so much . . . “ She could only get those words out of her. Maybe it was . . . .dare she said it, about time to let go of the fear she felt. Her eyes flickered up to the woman. With a faint movement of her broken wings, she struggled to sit up. ”H-help me . . .” she muttered as she firmly held the grass with her hands keeping herself from collapsing again.

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The Soul Society was in chaos and he knew it. Quite recently, he'd heard a group of Zanpakuto wielding Hollows had invaded the Soul Society.That had piqued Jubei's interest.

Eithin the Squad Twelve's main lab, inside the main computer room, a mop of green hair could be seen above the oh so not comfy chair. Jubei's sulfuric eyes were narrow slits as he scanned through the data present about those Zanpakuto wielding Hollows. "Hm . . . hm?" It was then thatsomething caught his eye. It was a rather intriguing piece of information. "Interesting this is. An invasion like this had . . . happened before? Hm . . . they're called Arrancar. Sounds like my captain did leave me behind a couple of nice things. I didn't think there was any information in these archives that I'd failed to see."

Oh yes. This was indeed interesting. This would help the Soul Society a lot. Better keep this to myself . . ." he thought as a sly smile came over his face. He turned off the computer making sure to lock it with a code that was harder than a diamond and rose from his seat. Turning around, he grabbed his Captain's Haori and draped it around his shoulders before leaving his room (again locking it with a code harder than a diamond).

He recieved many formal greetings from his squad members whom he simply responded with a small nod. Honestly, he could care less about his squad but chose not to. But right now, his objective was reach the sight of the Arrancar attack. It was somewhere in Rukongai was it now? He'd also heard one of them Arrancars had attacked the ninth squad barracks as well. But really, dealing with Captain Kohaku was the last thing on his mind. His current objective was to go and gather anything worth noting from the sight. Best be cautious though. He had his Zanpakuto with him in case anything went wrong.

Much to his expectation, he came across two Arrancar. And from what he could tell, they were strong. And to make it worse . . . he was in plane sight. He sensed the female among them twitch and glance at him, He simply raised both his hands next to his face and gave the two a genuine smile. "Oh don't mind me. I came here of my own accord. No intention of fighting whatsoever."

Without really waiting for a response from any of them, Jubei got to work. The man bent down to one of the ruined buildings. His eyes narrowed at a small chip of ice attacked to one of the ruined structures. Interesting. If the ice was from one of the Hollows then it had to have some traces of Reishi. He snapped off a small piece of ice and then placed it in a test tube sealing it. He then proceeded to look around for anything worth researching for. He did find some other traces of Reishi and collected them all. Afterwords, he turned to the Arrancar and gave them a smile. "Bye bye~ Nice meeting you all~!" He waved them off as he Shunpo'ed away from the group back to the Squad's barracks.

This time, with his hands full, he didn't really bothered to respond to any greeting he got except one. "Ah. Lucky I found you Rin. Please take this ice sample and look for any traces of Reishi. Then analyse it and let me know what you have found." The female nodded. "As you wish captain." With that, she was off. Now he could look at any remaining Reishi he had with him at the lab. Oddly, the code in the computer room was cracked within seconds after his attempt. Then again, he made it. Anyway, he better leave it open for now. Who knows what captain or anyone else might come in to ask of the invasion. Usually an invasion or some other conspiracy meant his lab being crowded with people wanting to get answers. Hence, at the back of his mind, he was thinking of how he could avoid answering the questions.

[cozzie livs]

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”Aaand . . . Checkmate! Yes! I won again!” ”You only won because I was spelling the moves out for you, you little cheater!” The redhead ignored all attempts of her brother who was currently trying to annoy her. These are what the siblings did in their free time . . . play Chess and annoy the living crap of each other. What could they do? They were family after all. And what a perfect way to spend the last few hours home playing Chess! Yep, last few hours was right. They were currently spending the time doing what they loved to do most. Unfortunately, it couldn’t get messy. Usually it ended up with either one of them being pushed into the swimming pool or something. But with their travel clothes on, they couldn’t afford such a thing. So aaanyway, where were we? Oh right! Arguing! Will that ever stop?!

“Mr. and Miss. Leroy, You’re car has arrived. It’s time to get going.”

Honestly, sometimes Solomon wondered why on earth the maid referred to them like the way she did. It made the two sound like husband and wife for God’s sake! Not that it mattered. He merely nodded and stood up grabbing his things; Simone did the same. The maid led them outside of their house. Well . . . one wouldn’t exactly call it a house. Rather, it was those big state houses. That’s what Solomon and Simone always referred to them by. Both their parents were high ranking members of the Parliament. Of course one would expect the two to live a life of luxury. This also meant spending ages away from parents and being spoilt at the same time. They didn’t deny it one bit. On the contrary, they were quite proud of their social standing. Both siblings were studying politics. They wanted to continue on the family reputation. Odd of them to do so; turns out, their parents raised them with strict discipline. But honestly, one couldn’t just not give into things like that. But right now that was the least of their concerns.

The French siblings made their way to the car chatting and discussing further strategies for Chess among other things. Their conversations mainly revolved around politics and such. As they got into the car, Solomon pulled on his headphones and looked out of the window at the house which soon disappeared as the car drove off towards the airport. Simone simply texted her friend, ‘see ya! Off to Hawaii~!’ before looking out the window herself. The car went further and further from the house. It was going to be like that for the next two months or so. Speaking of which, when would they return? Meh, they hadn't even left and she was thinking about that? Talk about worried . . .
Ah well, it didn't really mattered anyhow. So . . . off they went~!!

The ride to the airport was a long one indeed. Forty-five minutes cramped up with absolutely nothing to do was boring. It was a good thing they lived in the Suburbs of Paris. Should they have stayed in the city itself, they could rest assure the ride would most definitely be longer. Much longer. As the two stepped out of the airport, adrenaline began to pump through their bodies yet again. Lucky for them, they had been given an all-paid private jet to go along with the trip. Talk about lucky! Thanks to that the waiting time was zero hardly any time at all. Turns out, the private jet had been waiting for them the entire time. At least no sitting around in those God awful couches in the lounge. To be frank, they weren't particularly fond of aeroplanes either. Just sitting in a cramped place with uncomfortable seats, lack of entertainment and overall claminess, they weren't keen to be on this one either. Much to their surprise however, the plain that was waiting for them was a business class one with leather seats and tables. Perfect! This plane ride they were going to enjoy~! It seemed that there were other people already there as well.

”Oh. It seems that we’re not the only people aboard here.””Really? Let’s go talk to them then” ”Simone wa—“”Hello there. My name is Simone Leroy. Nice to meet you three.” Solomon shook his head and walked beside her sister, a genuine smile plastered on his face. ”Pleasure to meet you. My name is Solomon Leroy. This is my twin sister Simone.” Their introductions always went like this. The two both had smiles on their faces as they took a seat near the others. It seemed it was going to be a fun ride. ”Are you all going to the trip to Hawaii too?””Simone! Give them some space and stop acting like a human question mark!” Simone turned to glare at Solomon sticking her tongue at him. Yep . . . despite being high society, they were still childish and spoilt. And guess what else? They were God damn proud of it!



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ஐSomehow, work was over sooner today. Why? Who knew. In all honesty, she didn't care nor did she complain. She was just happy to get the hell out of the place. It was one of those days today that the scent of the hospital was really getting to her. "Jeane! Be careful okay? There's been an accident on main street so take care when returning home."
Said girl, or better said 'Jeane' turned to face the woman who'd called to her. A fake smile came to her lips. "I will. Don't worry about that," she responded to her colleague before waving her off and walking a head towards the staff car parking.
Sometimes, she really wondered how all the nurses and doctors had come to like her that much. She often heard people talk about her saying something along the lines of "oh did you see Jeane today? She handled that patient with such care," and whatnot. She secretly laughed about all this. Truth to be told, she sometimes had to resist the urge to laugh at that moment. 'Jeane' was only an alias. She had a total double life. Most knew her as sweet little nurse Jeane who is always willing to help people. Her real self was only known to her family and some people in Italy. Even her name was a lie. Raquel thought that she'd fooled everyone quite well with 'Jeane.' Surely, she deserved a pat on the back.

Soon enough, she reached her midnight black hover-car which was parked waiting for her. Her pale hand reached towards her equally pale blonde hair which was held in a bun with a hair tie. Upon pulling said hair tie out, she let her wavy hair fall. It was surprisingly longer than most people would think going well past halfway down her back. She ran her hands through it multiple times trying to sort it out as much as she could without a hairbrush before letting her hand fall and slip into her pocket pulling out her car keys. Hoping in, she turned on the ignition and her hover-car slowly started to... well... hover. It reached approximately five feet off the ground. She pulled out of the driveway and headed towards home. She didn't want to be out and about in her nurse's uniform would she? It was god damn uncomfortable to say the least.
The drive to her house was a good twenty minutes. It was a two story house surprisingly big for one person to live in. She had more than enough money to buy that. She had her resources...

Without further ado, she pulled up at the driveway, locking her car after getting out of it and waltzed in through the door locking that behind her as well. She merely placed her bag upon the table next to the door and walked straight up to her room. A warm shower would do her some good right now. Quickly, she picked out a blue Hollister shirt and a pair of white denim shorts before walking into the bathroom.

Raquel came out a good fifteen minutes later wearing what she'd picked out. Walking to the mirror, she admired herself while drying her hair with the dryer. After it was more or less completely dry and properly brushed, she pulled on a pair of white pumps and headed out the door of her house and back to her driveway after grabbing her purse. Pulling out, she drove to her next stop which was a decent distance from her house; the beach.

Although, she seemed calm enough, Raquel was actually quite stressed. Recently, some cops had gotten word of a family associated with the Mafia living here in Frame City. Of course, that said family was her own. And unfortunately, she was included in it. Nothing to really do there. Somethings she just had to go grin and bear it. So long as her identity wasn't leaked, she'd be perfectly safe right? Besides, the medicine alias was a good cover up and easily hid her family from the suspect list... at least, she hoped that it did. She could feel her grip on the staring wheel tighten with each passing second. What if they were to find about her family? She's probably have to move back to Italy as a worst case scenario. That would actually be a best case scenario. What she wouldn't give to move back!

Gah! Not the time to think about that! Going to the beach at this rate would do nothing by increase her blood pressure.
Hmm... maybe stopping for some shopping isn't a bad idea...
Her thought was getting the better of her and she soon found herself driving to a mall's car park. She'd taken a different route to the mall. The main street was indeed closed off due to the accident.

After the usual routine of parking her car, she walked out into the mall looking around for anything that she might like. Progress so far.... zero per cent.
Seriously...? Is there seriously nothing here?
No! There had to be. She probably wasn't looking hard enough. Looking around, something did end up catching her eye. She walked to the shop window of the jewellery store and peeked in to see a silver chain with a rather big locket of a diamond.
Now that is something that's actually worth it..
She stared at it for a few minutes all the while contemplating whether to buy it or not until she felt her pocket vibrate. Snapping out of her daydream, she reached into her pocket pulling out her mobile phone. The caller ID read 'Raphael.'
Brother...? If he's calling to tell me to get him wine, I swear I'll...!
She let out a sigh before pressing the answer button and bringing it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Raq! Come over to the beach! You know you'll miss all the Red Woods fun!"
Raquel couldn't help but raise a questioning eyebrow. That was odd. She'd never really heard him this perky before.
"Hey Ralph. What's going on?"
"Forget that! Just come already sis!"
Before Raquel had a chance to reply, the dial tone played in her ear. That brother of her's cut the phone. Sometimes she really wondered whether her older bother was really his age. Then again, who was she to talk...
Eh, he could wait for a few more minutes before dying...
With that thought in her mind, she walked into the shop. Soon enough, she came out with a case in her hand and a receipt in the other. After reading that, she put it into her bag and walked around the mall some more. In all honesty, there wasn't anything else going on. Maybe now would be a good time to head to the beach. Thinking that to be the better course of action, Raquel altered her course to the car park.

Unfortunately with the man street accident, she had no choice but to take a different, more winding route to the beach. She pulled up at an empty street and walked the rest of her way. She didn't want anyone to know where she was going. The scent of the ocean and sea breeze was strong here. It wasn't the most pleasant of smells, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Soon, the sand came into view. Oddly enough though, she didn't really see anyone there. She simply shrugged it off and walked down to the beach. If no one was here, she might as well wonder around... and get a tan in the process and well. So, that's pretty much what she was doing right now... wandering around.



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To be frank, it was unknown to her how she managed to do so, but somehow Natsuhi had fallen asleep during her little rest. It was also a miracle that she’d managed to retain her position as well. But she had. What had woken her was the sound of a chair being pulled. With a barely audible grunt, the young woman shifted so that she could see who was sitting beside her. It was Kobe, the rat zodiac of their little family of cursed ones. He was always Itsuki’s favourite. Always the first in line. Always the top person. Dare she said it, it made her jealous. The rat held the honour of the first position in the zodiac. The dog? The second the last. The eleventh one. Her grip around her head tightened in jealousy. She didn’t show it to anyone. Then again, she kept most of her true feelings hidden from everyone. It was a force of habit in a way.

Maybe it was a good time to, I don’t know, get up? And eat? Or at least drink something other than water. Truth be told, it just had made her even more hungry than she already was. Faaaaaantastic isn’t it? As Natsuhi lifted her head, she looked around. Kirie, the cat, was gone. And Usagi had come. Itsuki was still here. But there was something . . . off about him. Natsuhi quirked an eyebrow but only slightly. Should he notice her, she was as good as dead. but still, what was that? Natsuhi was naturally good at understanding people even when they didn’t personally say anything. The atmosphere had relaxed considerably but the god was just . . . odd. He was hurt? Worried? The two were similar feelings. Natsuhi had felt both for a long time. The latter still is evident in her. But to see Itsuki act this way was something worth taking note of. She might not confront him herself. At least not yet. But maybe, if she found out what was bothering him, she could try and fix things, albeit discreetly? Yeah, bit extreme. But she was willing to do that to help out anyone she cared for. And the two being Sohmas made family instincts (though very distant) kick in.

Before, Natsuhi had a chance to do, speak or think anything else, she saw the god leave the scene. Tilting her head to the side, she blinked as her mind played what just happened. This morning was indeed going fantastic~ Too damn fantastic for her own good. She didn’t want to think about it. The day had barely begun for her and it was already going on a bad note. Someone kill her . . .

Okay maybe not that bad. No need to go all suicidal now, eh? Eh?

Urgh.

She gave up trying to cheer herself up. It was announced with a sigh of agitation. Leaning back onto her chair, the young woman merely stared up at the ceiling looking at it as if it was a priceless gemstone or artifact. As the redness of her forehead seemed to be getting better, Natsuhi thought back about the family history. The Sohma’s had a thing for hating one another in the family. She was one who’d lived in the Sohma house since the time she was born. One would think she’d gotten used to all this. But she couldn’t. She hated to see her family so divided amongst one another. And the discrimination against the cat? She tried her best not to but it often seemed that the cat chose to ignore her. It was probably cat and dog thing though not related to the zodiac. And hey, if she didn’t want her nearby, she might as well stay clear of the cat.

”I need coffee.”

The complaint broke her trail of thought as her eyes flickered over to Usagi. Not a moment ago she was flustered to the nth degree and still had it in her to complain? Then again, she’d probably gotten a berating from Itsuki (Natsu was asleep during the time) and needed something to replenish the energy? With a small grunt, Natsuhi pushed back her chair and stood up from it walking over to the kettle flipping it on. While the water was boiling, she opened one of the many cabinets. It was the one she believed had coffee. And there it was. Her slender fingers picked up the jar and, making sure to grab a cup from a nearby cabinet, she walked over to the kettle. It finished boiling a little later. She poured the water in the cup after adding the coffee making sure not to spill any on her. With that, she walked over and placed the cup in front of Usagi. ”It has room for milk if you want some,” she murmured before sitting down on her usual chair. Back when she’d gotten up, Natsuhi had taken the liberty of going over to the fridge to see if there was something she’d like. Turns out, staying hungry was the better way. She didn’t find anything appealing to eat. But while she was here, she might as well strike a conversation right? ”The day has started on a rather sour note again hasn’t it?” Her question was directed to Kobe who was sitting next to her. ”You’re lucky you came late. Itsuki-sama had already berated the cat before.”

While the idea of a conversation was attempted at and appealing, the worry couldn't leave her. And while she didn't have a particular reason to worry (seeing as how she didn't know the god very well) she was still genuinely worried. I guess you could say it was a family thing. As she waited for an answer, Natsuhi slowly stood up from her seat. "I know this might sound sudden, but I need to go out. Staying inside for too long is something I cannot handle." Giving a small smile and a light bow out of respect to the two, she walked out of the kitchen. Putting on her coat and boots, she opened the main door and walked out into the pouring rain. It seemed to have gotten worse. She just wanted to be out. True to her zodiac, she hated being inside too long. The young woman loved sports and the outdoors regardless of what weather it was. She had took her coat with a hood so that there was no need to carry an umbrella. But she still did so.Yeah, she wanted to be out. But the woman had a pretty good idea of where she wanted to go. She was looking for Itsuki. Natsuhi being Natsuhi, was always willing to out of her way for people, be it people she knew or just acquaintances. And since he was (very distant) family, he was no exception. "What the . . ." she trailed off seeing a rather odd sight. The rusted gates of the cemetery were open. It was unusual. But maybe the grave-keeper was there? Out in this weather? Then again, she was one to talk. But something inside her told her to go in. Purely out of that something, Natsuhi headed on inside the cemetery. And apparently the voice was right. She found the person she was looking for quite easily. He was sitting down in front of a gravestone. And forget the gravestone, the fact that he was sitting down on the floor?! Gulping the lump forming in her throat (she was still scared) and walked towards the man. Silently, she bent down next to him to see the gravestone. It was his father. "I guess this is a place of refuge for you Itsuki-sama. I'd never met your father. But I have heard he was a very kind man." At least that was what her own father had told her about. "Forgive me for my rudeness. But might I ask what is troubling you?" She spoke those last words very slowly as she turned to face the male with genuine concern in her eyes. It was then that it dawned on her that he probably didn't know her name. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself sooner. I'm Natsuhi Sohma, the dog zodiac. I don't think we've ever spoken before," she quickly added.

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It was so damn beautiful. Too damn beautiful even. So damn beautiful, that it ended with a bitter and stormy ending with s**t load of tears among breaking glass like the way the relationship had shattered. She thought she was special. She thought that she had everything she’d asked for when she’d been with him. Falling for her best friend was, in truth, cliché as hell. But it was downright beautiful. They were the talk of the school, Vincent and Celeste. They were childhood friends turned lovers. Having grown up together, the two knew more or less everything there was to know about one another. All secrets, all the embarrassing moments, every single memory the other could get out of their mouth. They knew everything down to a T. And the first kiss. It was Celeste’s first kiss. And back then, she had no regrets about it. Hell, it was rather the opposite.

Even to this day, she still wonders . . . was a bit too good?

As the years in high-school flew by, this relationship seemed to resemble more like a ticking time bomb instead of the beautiful fairytale it used to be. Now, fights, bickering, unnecessary arguments and quarrels were much more frequent than those displays of affection that the two used to share. She started to distance her away from him and started hanging out with her friends whom she’d been ignoring during the relationship (not that they minded, much to her surprise). Things reached their breaking point when she caught Vincent kissing the girl she hated in class. She ended it then and there. All over. And in a waterfall of tears, she ran out of the scene. Of course, Celeste wanted to believe it was all over. But she had not only lost a very loving boyfriend, but also one of her closest childhood friends. But she didn’t want to think about it anymore. As a result, Celeste soon found herself seeing someone else. But well . . . memories might be pushed to the back of the mind but the imprint is always there. It was seriously hard to forget. But after a month or two or moping, eating ice-cream and studying like there was no tomorrow, not only did the pain subside, but she also managed to get one of the highest scores in the exams. Now, with English as her main subject, the girl applied at Penn State as a journalism student. She was ready to move on.

Or so she thought.

Nothing in the world would be enough to prepare her for the upcoming events.

T I M E S K I P

Forget alarm clocks and sleeping in, Celeste had risen, as early as she did. She was an early riser. But this being her first day she--

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep bee-

Her hand slapped onto the snooze button. To be frank, she had no idea why she’d set her alarm in the first place. Up till now, Celeste had never needed an alarm clock to get herself out of bed. She was a natural morning riser always getting up at around six-ish. She’d gotten up earlier at quarter to five this morning. Probably from the excitement of her first day. Unlike most people, Celeste actually loved to study. It was a time pass as well as being beneficial. After the . . . events in high school, Celeste had tried to take a more positive outlook at things. This also involved lots of studying for a better future. And this was how she ended up the way she ended up.

Aaaaanyway, the girl didn’t waste any time walking into the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, et cetera. She came out a good half an hour later with a towel wrapped around her figure. Walking over to the wardrobe, she looked around the many clothes she had. In the end, she decided to stick with an aqua blue halter neck top and white wash skinny jeans. Footwear was a fairly easy decision. She just went with white low heeled sandals. Now the hard work began. Drying her hair. She hated it. She hated the colour especially. Who the hell liked ginger hair? Certainly not her. Either way, she was stuck with it. Dying was honestly out of question. Ginger hair made other colours look even more worse. There was bleaching. Celeste had considered the latter. But all that would need to wait until she managed to get through her first day, yeah?

When she was happy with her look, Celeste waltzed out of her bedroom kicking the door shut behind her. ”Oh Celeste, you’re awake early.” That was her mother who’d called her just now. Celeste on the other hand, just shrugged. ”When am I not awake early? What’s for breakfast?” she asked taking a seat at the table. ”There’s cereal, toast or pancakes. I think there’s also juice in the fridge.” The girl nodded as her hand reached for the pancakes at the centre of the table. With her fork, which was already there in front of her (along with her knife and plate . . . nobody argues with mum), she took an obscene amount of pancakes onto her plate and poured obscene amounts of maple syrup. She heard her mother chuckle from behind her but paid her no mind. Anyone would be laughing at her with the amount she ate. Big fan of pancakes you see. And it surprisingly didn’t take her that long to finish eating those pancakes either. Today was an especially big breakfast for Celeste given that it was her first day and all.

Once she was well fed, she got up and, grabbing her car keys and bag and hugging her mum for good luck, went out the main door. She didn’t even bother waiting for the elevator. Stairs seemed faster. She only lived on the third floor anyway. Living on the third floor of a fifteen story building, waiting for the elevator wasn’t really necessary for her. As she was walking down the stairs, she felt her pocket buzz. Taking out her iPhone, Celeste saw that she had received a new text message.

To: Celeste
From: Mr. Burns
Message: Hello darling. Just a reminder that you’ve got work today. Don’t forget okay?

Ah right. She did forget. Celeste was born and raised in a fairly normal family. Paying for college involved work for her. Said work was basically a store assistant. It wasn’t anything special. She earned enough to get by. She had of course, considered a more paying job once she moved out. But right now, she was still on the ‘looking for a decent house’ part. Ah well. She’d find that eventually. But right now, it wasn’t time to worry about that. As she reached the ground floor, she walked out of her apartment building and to the resident car park. Once she had located her car and unlocked it, she opened the back door and dumped her bag inside. After that, she walked over to the driver’s seat and, after the usual checks, closing the door and pulling on her seatbelt, drove off. Unlike most women, Celeste could actually drive. She was a fairly decent driver. But in all honesty, she wondered why she needed this to begin with. She lived fairly close to the campus. Fairly. Fairly. By fairly she meant about forty minutes by car. Okay maybe that wasn’t that short of a distance. But it didn’t really matter to her. She was simply enjoying the quiet in her car.

Unfortunately, that silence soon ended as she pulled up at the parking lot. People were already here. Oh well. Time to go into class. Once she found it that was. This place was huge. It would honestly take her a veeeeeery long while to find wherever the building she was to go into.

. . . or not . . .

Blinking, Celeste stood like an idiot in front of her building for a brief moment. This certainly didn’t take long to find now did it? She quickly straightened up and, with a barely noticeable shrug, walked into the building. Next task: find the classroom. Thankfully, a very nice man who happened to be going to the same class walked with her. And that very nice man happened to be the teacher. Which more or less meant that she was prompt and right on time. She quickly took her seat in between total strangers and got out her books. Of course, she didn’t really need them much. Turns out that today was just mainly going to be lectures. Resting her chin on her palms as her elbows were propped up against the table, Celeste listened rather intently at the lecture but still took note of any important detail in barely legible handwriting. Before long, the teacher told the class to find a partner to work with so that they could understand the writing style of one another. Before Celeste could even turn to the people beside her, they’d already gotten up and chose their other without hesitation. Did they know one another or something? It would help if she was in the same boat as them. But alas, it didn’t seem like there was anyone who knew here. The person behind her had already gotten up as well. That left the person in front to speak up to.

”Excuse me. Do you think we can be--”

Her statement was cut short when the male turned to face her.

It was him.

Why?

Why was he here?

Celeste slumped back onto her chair wanting to melt into the ground. The memories she’d tried to forget seemed to come back, this time manifesting themselves in the form of Vincent who was sitting in front of her. What. The. ********?! She didn’t want this. She didn’t want any of this. Not one bit. But look. He was right there.

"Doesn't seem like there's anyone else, so let's just get this over with."

Damn right there wasn’t. That was exactly what made it worse. He didn’t even look at her. Not completely anyway. Celeste looked down at the assignment she’d taken note of. ”To understand more about the writing styles of the person and get to know each other,” she murmured more to herself. Her eyes flickered up at her partner. ”Well, it doesn’t seem like we’re going to need much practice to get to know one another would we? Might as well skip and conduct the interview.” Sarcasm was evident in her voice. But her words didn’t lack truth. Not much anyway. Growing up together, being lovers, Celeste had found it hard to throw out all those scrapbooks of the two. They were still somewhere in the depths of her closet.

Her head then went up to the teacher as he asked whether everyone had a pair or not. She merely muttered a ‘yes’. He then spoke that the assignment was to be due next week and that they should start working together already. Fantastic right? ”Listen, I don’t want to be with you anymore than you want to be with me. Like you said, let’s get this over and done with.” She wanted to get on with the assignment but, in all honesty, the class was far too loud for her liking. ”How about going somewhere quiet? The library? I mean, it’s far too noisy here. And I’m asking purely for grade purposes nothing more.” She had to add the last part to prevent him from getting the wrong idea. Then again, it probably was not necessary anyway. After the way their relationship had died, it would be hard to believe the two would even think about getting together again.