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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:36 am
 [iNTRODUCTION]
First off, this is rather obviously my concept thread for the Raevan I hope to one day attain. I intend to put quite a bit of thought and effort into this thread (eventually), so if you plan on sticking around and reading it, this is your warning. Some of it may be a bit over-the-top and drone on and on in hopes of making a point, and other pieces will not have enough information to catch your interest. Feel free to point out instances such as these so I can help make it easier on your poor, tired eyes.
Secondly, I have not taken much time to do more than browse very quickly over only a portion of the other concepts - if I ended up having the same, or even a similar idea to your own, I apologize now. Just let me know if I've got the same idea as yourself or someone you know, and I'll be quick to correct it! Now that you have a general idea of just what you’re going to find here, have fun - take a walk around and see just what you can find.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:39 am
[UPDATES] 10:23:07 : Began brainstorming concepts for fel essences and souls.
10:24:07 : Thread created; actual Raeven concept still in the works.
10:25:07 : Updated Fel Essences and added five new soul ideas.
09:29:08 : Starting from scratch, scrapping all ideas and starting anew.
10:10:08 : Scrapped a good chunk of Fel Essences and soul ideas.
10:10:08 : Updated existing concept, added new concept.
10:15:08 : Added Fell Essence idea.
10:16:08 : Added new concept idea, edited existing concepts.
10:22:08 : Updated concepts and re-vamped my Fel Essence ideas.
11:16:08 : Added another Fel Essence and soul, and have a new favorite concept.
11:09:08 : Updated the thread with new graphics and some new Fel Essences.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:41 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:42 am
[FEL ESSENCE] - - - - - ViSUAL iNViSiBiLiTY : Invisibility is the state of an object which cannot be seen. Magical objects such as rings, cloaks and amulets can be worn to grant the wearer permanent invisibility. Some mythical creatures can make themselves invisible at will, such as some versions of Leprechaun, and Chinese dragons in some tales, which can shrink so small that humans cannot see them. According to the laws of physics, a perfectly invisible person would necessarily be blind, no matter how their invisibility was achieved. In order to see light, it must be absorbed by the retina, but in order for a person to be invisible, the body must not absorb light. Inside this vial, nothing seems to actually exist. However, a faint distortion lingers, as if the air inside the vial was heated to an extremely high temperature. Within this apparent heat of sorts, small flickers of glitter or something similar shimmer, sizzle and pop. Periodically, the glitter will collect at the bottom of the vial, and then disappear entirely, taking the vial into it's invisible state, as well. Once it has vanished, it will remain lost for unknown periods of time, ranging from mere seconds to weeks at a time.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : In a world before the Great Storm, there was a powerful sorcerer with intimate knowledge of occult powers and techniques that were of great aid to the world. He crafted many potions and spells, as well as enchanted objects that could give a person special abilities. One of his most notable works was his invisibility rings. The first ring he designed was considered a failure. While the ring did have the ability to render its wearer invisible, the ring itself has also become invisible, making it very difficult to keep an eye on its whereabouts. During the Great Storm, the ring was swept up and into the eye of the storm and the extreme heat and pressure turned it into a malleable form, and so it became a liquid substance. The storm negated the ring's ability of being invisible to an extent, and so now that the remains cannot stay invisible indefinitely, it is just one more wonder of the world that was.
- - - - - MiDNiGHT SUN : Darkness (also called lightlessness) is the absence of light, though scientifically it is only possible to have a reduced amount of light. As a poetic term, darkness can also mean the presence of shadows, evil, or depression. When you think of the sun, you would think of its glow and warmth, as well as the positive emotions and feelings tied to it. At midnight, you think of the chill and the darkness of the night. The shard of the midnight sun, which has been captured into this container, casts rays of darkness out and about much like the sun casts rays of light. Not only is it peculiar because it can cast darkness instead of light, it casts without a source to be cast from. It is cold and eerie when its darkness grazes over your flesh, and it leaves you with a feeling of insufferable sorrow.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : At the very end of the Great Storm, just as the sun was about to rise, the midnight sun appeared, casting rays of darkness all across the land. It is said that it is always darkest just before the dawn, and the entire world was engulfed in the harsh rays of darkness. The last bit of the storm was dying away, but in a final attempt to remain, part of the storm solidified into one of these rays, causing a beam of darkness that could cast itself with no source. Despite being subject to direct sunlight and artificial substitutions, this darkness remains; although, in direct sunlight, it has the ability to cast itself a greater distance than when it rests in the shadows.
- - - - - LiQUiD GAS : To be a gas, the subject's density is significantly less than that of a liquid or a solid. There are many common gases, such as oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon dioxide. However, in this vial rests a gas in the form of liquid. Here is a liquid neon, with all of the molecular qualities of the gas, but the physical qualities of a liquid. It glows as brightly as a neon gas, similar to a neon sign or a glow stick, and flows as smoothly as a liquid. It's a very peculiar essence. It remains cool to the touch, despite how brightly it may burn, but it's as light as an empty vial.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : Unknown as of yet..
- - - - - HEART OF STONE : A heart that can beat without a body is peculiar in and of itself, but for that heart to literally be made of cold, hard stone is another ordeal entirely. At the bottoms of this jar slumps a heart made of stone, yet despite its stiff structure it beats and pulsates like a human heart. No blood flows through it, nor is it hot to the touch, but it is most obviously a heart. A living, breathing heart made of stone.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : In the world before the Great Storm, one particular man came across a gorgon, and it had been a strange case indeed. The man was a seer, and saw not with his eyes (he was blind), but with his heart. Thus, when he came in contact with the hideous gorgon, it was his heart that turned to stone, not the man himself. During the Great Storm the man was struck down by an unknown and crazed beast, but as time went on, his heart continued to beat, despite having lost its host and all source of blood flow. When this item was stumbled upon (quite literally) it was simply brushed off as just another rock until it started to tremble and beat more furiously than before, as if forcing attention upon itself. How the heart came into Dr. Kyou's possession is still unknown.
- - - - - EXiSTiNG MiRAGE : A mirage is a naturally-occurring optical phenomenon, in which light rays are bent to produce a displaced image of distant objects or the sky. An inferior mirage is where the image seen is under the real object, and a superior mirage occurs when the air below the line of sight is colder than that above. However, the mirage that is cast by the large, solitary eye in this jar is more than a simple tweak of light rays and temperature. No, this is on a far more grandiose level, where whoever is within sight the jar or simply the eye within it can be immersed in a completely different world, filled with all kinds of fantasy creatures and beautiful forests, as well as one particularly large, flowering, beautiful tree. More importantly, this mirage is so impossibly real that it fools every last one of the mortal senses, leaving no room for doubt.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : The night the Great Storm struck, one great and majestic beast had been struck from the skies by lightning. However, this particular beast had been struck in its very eye, and was rendered blind as it came crashing to the ground. For one-thousand days and one-thousand nights, that beast hid itself from the world until it was sure the worst of the storm was over. Unfortunately, upon emergence from its cave, the beast was struck by a falling tree and died shortly thereafter. Where the rest of its body decomposed over time, that eye remained blissfully unchanged for years. It was not until it was discovered that its power emerged, and it showed the lucky savior the world before the storm, emerged them in a fantasy so real that the man was lost forever, wandering the remains like a madman. Later, it was discovered by Dr. Kyou, but due to his magical capabilities, the eye had much more difficulty in convincing him of its credibility.
- - - - - MALiCiOUS OLiVE BRANCH : For centuries, the olive branch has been seen as a symbol of peace and goodwill. The olive tree itself takes a considerably long time to bear fruit, and it has been thought impossible to cultivate the olive tree during times of war. This particular branch, while somehow miraculously able to sustain life on it's own, has a fare more prominent and peculiar trait. Whoever is in possession of the branch suffers a large bout of ill will and misfortune. It feeds off of and grows with menacing feelings, and if there is enough to sustain it, it can bear fruit.
- - - - - HOW iT HAPPENED : Unknown as of yet..[[introduction/updates/funds/FEL ESSENCE/soul/concept/guardian/houseold/rp samples/reserved]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:43 am
[SOUL] - - - - - CECAELiA [x] : A cecaelia is a composite mythical being, appearing occasionally in art (notably from Japan), literature, and multimedia; combining the head, arms and torso of a woman (more rarely a man) and, from the lower torso down, the tentacles of an octopus or squid as a form of mermaid or sea demon. While it is generally accepted that cecaelia are imagined in a more dominant sensual/sexual role than mermaids/sirens or human women, they are far-less often seen as such a violent and personally intrusive creature despite their inhuman appearance and additional limbs. But when used in this light, cecaelia will be seen as using their tentacles to restrain the human subject/victim by the arms and legs, with a following of teasing and/or painful stretching, but even then there is rarely any actual sexual violation.
- - - - - CARiBOU [x] : The reindeer, also known as the caribou when wild in North America, is an Arctic and Subarctic-dwelling deer, widespread and numerous across the northern Holarctic. Both sexes grow antlers which for old males fall off in December, for young males in the early spring, and for females, summer. The antlers typically have two separate groups of points, a lower and upper. Reindeer have specialized noses featuring nasal turbinate bones that dramatically increase the surface area within the nostrils. Incoming cold air is warmed by the animal's body heat before entering the lungs, and water is condensed from the expired air and captured before the deer's breath is exhaled, used to moisten dry incoming air and possibly absorbed into the blood through the mucous membranes. Reindeer hooves adapt to the season: in the summer, when the tundra is soft and wet, the footpads become spongy and provide extra traction. In the winter, the pads shrink and tighten, exposing the rim of the hoof which cuts into the ice and crusted snow to keep it from slipping. This also enables them to dig down through the snow to their favorite food, a lichen known as reindeer moss. The knees of many species of reindeer are adapted to produce a clicking sound as they walk.
- - - - - WiLA [x] : In Polish mythology, the Wiła are believed to be female fairy-like spirits who live in the wilderness and sometimes clouds. They were believed to be the spirits of women who had been frivolous in their lifetimes and now floated between here and the afterlife. They sometimes appear as the swans, snakes, horses, falcons, or wolves that they can shapeshift into but usually appear as beautiful maidens, naked or dressed in white with long flowing hair. It is said that if even one of these hairs is plucked, the Wila will die, or be forced to change back to her true shape. A human may gain the control of a Wila by stealing feathers from her wings. Once she gets them back, however, she will disappear. The voices of the Wila are as beautiful as the rest of them, and one who hears them loses all thoughts of food, drink or sleep, sometimes for days. Despite their feminine charms, however, the Wila are fierce warriors. The earth is said to shake when they do battle. They have healing and prophetic powers and are sometimes willing to help human beings. At other times they lure young men to dance with them, which according to their mood can be a very good or very bad thing for the lad. They ride on horses or deer when they hunt with their bows and arrows and will kill any man who defies them or breaks his word.[[introduction/updates/funds/fel essence/SOUL/concept/guardian/household/rp samples/reserved]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:44 am
[CONCEPT] CURRENT FAVORITE
[NAME] Nixie (Germanic; "Water Being" or "Water Monster")
[GUARDiAN] Elixandra Buendel
[GENDER] Female
[FEL ESSENCE] Visual Invisibility
[SOUL] Cecaelia
[POTENTiAL AbiLiTiES]
- Becoming invisible at will
- Can make objects disappear at will
[PERSONALiTY]
- Rebellious and witty
- Cunning and manipulative
- Charming and sweet at face value
- A bit of a drama queen
- Very sociable and competitive
- Somewhat of a neat-freak
- Potentially a klutz
OTHER CONCEPTS
[NAME] Eirabella (English; "Beautiful" - derived from Welsh Eira, "Snow"; and French Bella, "Beautiful") or Atwood (English; "Lives in the forest")
[GUARDiAN] Elixandra Buendel
[GENDER] Female or Male
[FEL ESSENCE] Malicious Olive Branch
[SOUL] Caribou
[POTENTiAL AbiLiTiES]
- Can cause misfortune to those who (s)he deems deserving
- Often brings a sense of foreboding to the room
[PERSONALiTY]
- Very edgy and temperamental
- Loves pulling pranks
- Has a huge ego and an attitude to match
- Will settle a score by any means necessary
- Quick to anger
- Constantly gets into scraps
- Graceful, quick, and agile
- Very protective of the 'herd' (s)he runs with
- Extremely territorial
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:46 am
[GUARDiAN]  [NAME] Elixandra "Elix" Buendel
[AGE] Twenty-three
[GENDER] Female
[HAiR] Her hair is chin-length, layered and cut in a pixie-like fashion with the front dyed fuchsia pink with black streaks, and back is short, spiked, and dyed black. Her bangs are heavier on her right side of her face, often covering her right eye from view.
[EYES] Her eyes are almond-shaped and a bright, radioactive green with a light glow in them.
[HEiGHT] Five foot, eight inches.
[BUiLD] Curvaceous, chubby, plush, plump, stout - take your pick!
[WEiGHT] You don't ask a woman that - especially not this one. (Unless you enjoy receiving black eyes!)
[ALiGNMENT] Chaotic Neutral
[OCCUPATiON] Bartender at "Hells Belles" in Durem
[LiKES] Elixandra tends to favor a plethora of various things. Among them, you are likely to find the reading of romance and fantasy novels, as well as cooking and baking pastries. Music is a huge influence on her life, and although her talent lies in acoustic guitar, she loves to sing along loudly with the radio, no matter what the song. Being a very creative kind of young woman, art is another interest she tends to pursue, and she could spend hours lounging in the park, sketching things around her. While a night in can intrigue her and keep her intellectually entertained, Elix is more likely to spend a night out with the girls. Going to the movies is a personal favorite hobby of the girl, and even though she's not particularly good at it she loves to go dancing. Just about anything that has to do with video games is a good vent for the girl's frustrations, though at times her competitive nature can get her a little carried away.
[DiSLiKES] While there is no problem getting Elixandra to throw a punch when the going absolutely leaves no other option, she is not one for violence or cruelty to any living being, no matter how small. Despite this fact, she is not particularly fond of spiders, ants, and many other small insects and bugs; they give her the heebie-jeebies. People who refuse to attempt to see both sides of a story before making an assumption really push her buttons, but she does her best to keep her cool and walk away from such situations. The girl isn't particularly fond of large, placid bodies of water due to a traumatic childhood incident but it's a fear Elix is slowly overcoming. On another note, the girl loathes wearing dresses, and even skirts are pushing it; she's a tee-shirt and jeans kind of girl, so dressing up is really asking quite a lot of her.
[PERSONALiTY] Elixandra Buendel is typically described as an extremely outgoing and boisterous person and she is often considered the life of the party. Notorious for letting her mouth run away with her, there is never a moment where Elix is afraid to speak precisely what is on her mind. On the same note, she isn't one to sugar-coat the truth, even if it can be hurtful to whoever has to hear it. Where many people would shy away from the spotlight, this young woman lives for the attention - though she has no problems stepping down and making room for others. At times, she can be considered self-absorbed and uncouth, but her heart is almost always in the right place, even if her way of getting to the point can be rather roundabout. In most situations, Elix is extremely open-minded and tries her best to remain objective but it's not always so easy. More often than not, she is a very in-your-face kind of person with a lot of oddities and charisma, but there is a softer, calmer side of her that not many people get the chance to see. Somehow, Elix looks equally at home singing loudly and off-key along with the radio or at a karaoke night as she does cuddled in an oversized armchair by the fire with a novel in her lap.
[HiSTORY] The early years of Elixandra's life consisted of a blur of moving from place to place with her single mother - the two of them never stayed in any one place for more than a few months at a time. All throughout the first fourteen years of Elix's life, her mother was struggling so hard to find a father figure for her little girl that she couldn't see that Elix was more than happy with it being just the two of them. The year Elix turned fifteen, she and her mother had moved a total of eleven times, simply due to her mother's habit of running from each and every one of her problems. They had finally settled down in a little rural area just outside of Durem and her mother took a job at a local tavern called "The Dusty Trail." Somehow, everything fell right into place for the two girls and her mother found a wonderful man who she got married to a year later. He was a kindhearted businessman who did most of his work in Gambino, but was home almost every weekend to spend time with his two best girls. Before too long, Elixandra was graduating from high school and debated heading into college, but instead learned the trade of bartending and moved into the suburbs of Durem, taking a job at a bar called "Hells Belles" where she has since become quite the entertainer. On Friday nights, she makes a point to join in the open mic night, even though her voice isn't the most pleasant in the world. Her life, while full of social interaction, has seemed void of something for the past couple of years, and so Elix continues to search for whatever might be missing - though she's not quite sure what it is.
* current artwork by PRINC3 Mana
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:47 am
[HOUSEHOLD] LOCATiON: The outskirts of Durem, on the opposite side of town from the Von Helson Manor.
LOT : Located on the outskirts of Durem, the lot on which the house sits isn't too terribly large. The front lawn is engulfed by the cement driveway and leaves barely enough room for the small pond and one Madrone tree, with room to go out and lounge in the lawn under the tree and read on sunny days. The back features a six-foot tall solid wood fence lined with small shrubs, along with a raised flower garden, a patio, and enough room to have a pretty good party.
HOME : Mid-century design meets modern construction in this fantastic, two-story home. From its flat roof style to its seamless, corner glass windows: polish and pizzazz greet a modest amount of interior space. With all living space on the main level (and bedrooms on the second level), this home shines as an ideal live/work space. A front-facing office (with large built-in furniture) and the vaulted living/dining area (with a fireplace and built-in) give way to the downstairs bath, complete with private sauna.
HiSTORY : Built at the turn of the millennia, this house has not been standing for too terribly long, but it has been a home to Elixandra Buendel for a good four or five years. After decided to move closer to the city and get her own place, the young woman knew she needed someplace where she could both work and play. After spending a few weeks browsing the residential market over coffee at some dinky little café, Elix stumbled over an ad for a two-bedroom house for a ridiculously cheap asking price. The house had been repossessed, and the seller only wanted to get out of it what money he was still losing. So when the charming little lady set up a time to see the house, all she had to do was walk in the front door before she fell in love with it. The rest, of course, was history, and now the house has a touch of Elix around each and every corner.
SPECiFiCS : 2 Bed, 2.5 Bath, 1899 sq. ft.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:50 am
[RP SAMPLES] Jun 29 2008 "Stella! You're gonna be late!" the masculine voice called up the stairs. Groaning quietly to herself, Stella raised her voice in protest, "Just five more minutes!" It was the last day as a junior in high school, and she had no desire to even go. The most exciting point in her day would be the final bell, when she was finally free to enjoy her summer - that is, if she managed to get her parents to send her to Camp Rock. Again, the male's voice called up the stairs, a little more sternly, "Stella. Up. Now." Sitting up, Stella ratted her fingers through her hair and then stretched her arms over her head, trying to wake herself up as quickly as possible. "Alright, alright. You win. I'm up," she called to the man downstairs as she flung her bare feet over the side of the bed and onto the carpet.
Fifteen minutes later, she was showered and shuffling through the clothes in her closet, trying to decide just what it was she would be wearing today. There were so many choices, but she was determined to wear something that would make people notice her. Not that it had worked in the past - she was still invisible. Always had been, and probably always would be. She settled on a pair of hot pink nylons underneath a white, strapless, knee-length dress with a strawberry print all over it. Her feet slid into a pair of violently yellow pumps, and she pulled her hair back into a flirty ponytail, pinning a synthetic sunflower into it to add a bit of spice. A little bit of eyeliner and a touch of yellow-gold eyeshadow, some sparkles on her cheeks, and a thin coat of lip-gloss later and Stella was hopping down the stairs to the dining room where breakfast was already sitting on the table - cheese omelet.
Sitting down at her normal seat at the table, she grinned at her father and raised her fork, her eyes turning to the television just as a report came on to Hot Tunes TV. "Hey, it's Hot Tunes. Could you turn it up, please?" she asked, and her father kicked the volume up a couple notches on the television. The report was about the lead singer of some hot band walking out on their video shoot. His arrogance was astounding. "That boy has everything," her father commented with a hint of a sour tone. "Yeah, everything but a clue," Stella agreed with a roll of her eyes. Taking a bite of the omelet, her father brought up the findings of yet another Camp rock brochure. Grinning as innocently as she could muster, Stella went on to explain how she had no idea how it had gotten there, but her enthusiasm was quickly thrashed when her father made a firm point that they couldn't afford it and she was going to have to understand that. "I'm gonna be late," the girl offered with a halfhearted smile, picking herself up and heading to school.
As usual, the day dragged on at an unbearably slow pace. Classes ended two hours early, and then everyone was clearing out their lockers and socializing and such. Stella had dragged a garbage can over and was tossing loose papers into it's plasticy depths when her only friend Mia waltzed over, chipper as always as she rattled off her pride in passing her AP classes and whatnot. When asked about Camp Rock, however, Stella's expression fell dramatically. "Camp Rock is a no-go. My dad says we just can't afford it," she grumbled, at which point Mia began rattling off points about how the only way Stella would become someone who was anyone in the music world was to go to Camp Rock. "Yeah, tell me about it..." a displeased Stella agreed with a frown as she stuffed the last of her belongings where they needed to be and closed the now-empty locker with a little more force than was needed.
Work had gone by unbearably slow at Barney's, and Stella's mind couldn't keep from wandering to Camp Rock. She could see it now: stepping out on stage in front of hundreds of people chanting her name, preforming her own songs, and even being cheered into an encore or two. What an experience it would be! Stepping into the back yard, her mother and father were standing at the grill, making their favorite barbecue of all - kabobs."So, how was work?" her mother asked, and Stella groaned loudly. Thankfully, it had been her last day for work until school started up again, as well. "Work was... work. You know Barney's. We sell burgers with a Barney's smile..." rattled off Stella, forcing that corny smile and then shattering it by sticking out her tongue in a sour expression. "Maybe we should tell her..." Stella's mother spoke hesitantly.
Turning around, Stella eyed her parents curiously, almost worried about what they had to say. "Tell me what?..." she prompted. "I don't know, honey. She just got off work and--" her father countered, his smile hinting at the corner of his lips. "Tell me!" Stella demanded, her own smile growing, knowing something monumental was about to happen. "You're going to camp rock!" her mother exclaimed, at which point Stella's smile burst into a grin that threatened to tear her face in two. "What?!" she exclaimed, squealing in delight as she lurched at her parents, draping her arms around the both of him as she jumped up and down a bit in shock. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she squealed before quickly gathering her things and racing upstairs to get herself ready. She had to pack, she had to decide on a look, she had to get herself psyched!
The next morning, she was dressed and ready to go by seven in the morning. A pair of dark-wash denim boot-cut jeans paired with a pair of flashy red pumps and a black-and-white striped tunic covered her lithe figure, giving her a fashionable yet somewhat vintage look. She accessorized the look with a red wide-stretch belt around her middle and a black fedora atop her head, a red feather and a white one stuck into it's silver band. Stella's hair had been pulled back into a low bun and her bangs framed the left side of her face. This morning she had gone with a more neutral bit of makeup with a touch of red on her lips in a geisha-like fashion with a streak of it down the middle. A long gold necklace with a heavy heart pendant at it's bottom hung around her neck and hit between her breasts, and numerous gold bangles jingled around her wrists. A set of matching hoops hung from her ears, and she was trapezing down the stairs with all her luggage before anyone even knew she was up. "Someone's up early," her father commented with a chuckle, but all Stella could do was grin and nod, making a beeline for the little Prius that her father drove, and making sure everything she needed (three suitcases of clothes and then a tote full of all her makeup and toiletries) made it into the vehicle before she was dragging him off so they could leave.
As they arrived at camp, she couldn't help but shriek with excitement. Her father pulled up and parked the car, and all Stella wanted to do was jump out and see everything there was to see. Unfortunately, her father knew exactly what to say to kill the mood. "Stella, there's a catch to you being here." Oh goodie. A catch. Turning to look her father in the eye, she tried to hide the tiny frown on her lips. "Catch? What catch?" the young woman questioned, trying to sound completely oblivious - but she knew better. "I'm working in the kitchen... I'm the cook, honey. And in order for you to go to camp, you've to to help out in the kitchen, too," he proclaimed, and Stella's jaw dropped, even if only slightly. She should have known better. "But Da--" "No buts. This is how it is, and if you don't like it, I can send you home and get a refund on your registration fee." "Yes, sir," Stella spoke, admitting her defeat as she turned to look out at the camp again. So what? Washing a few dishes in exchange for being a camper at Camp Rock didn't seem that bad.
After the two got their luggage into their cabin, Stella was out the door before she could even be introduced to the camp director. "Bye!" she called after herself, moving quickly toward the outdoor stage, around which most of the campers seemed to be gathering. Stella was completely in awe of everything around her, and she was walking backwards in order to take everything in, at which point she ended up running into some hoity-toity young lady with her nose stuck up in the air."Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there," Stella quickly apologized, though the reply from the prima-donna was arrogant, and Stella's face contorted in a mixture of confusion and repulsion. It was at this point she turned around to spot a red-haired girl with a guitar in hand sitting on the edge of the stage behind her and she offered a small, almost timid smile. "Hey there. I'm Stella." Jul 21 2008 The idea of competition over becoming the heir to a multi-million dollar company was overwhelming. All the work that was bound to be involved was not the most appealing aspect of being here, but Shen still knew that he had to work at keeping and earning big money, but more importantly the kind of money that came with a hereditary business like the one that Gui Heng Ru owned. When it was mentioned that the estate was to be invaded, as Joe so kindly put it, by the female gender, Shen couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps it was the fact that Joe had no interest, or that Keoni seemed to have enough enthusiasm for all five boys, but he simply found the entire idea to be more amusing than anything else. Everything was amusing here, though. From learning the basics of running a company to talking about women like they were either worthless or god's gift to horny men, Shen couldn't wait for the entire situation to come crumbling down around them so he could turn around and say "I told you so," when it was all said and done.
The women were apparently making their impacts on the estate, however. Even before their arrivals, Joe was complaining about getting excited over nothing. As usual, Keoni was as quick as a whip and dished out a comeback that had Shen nearly choking on his drink of choice as he attempted not to bust out laughing. The idea of women shoving condensed forms of intelligence into their vaginas was simply ridiculous, but that was the brilliance of Keoni's sense of humor. Of all the other young men that were running around out here, Shen most definitely respected the older twin most of all. Keoni and Joe both exited the room while Okine sat in one of the plush armchairs muttering something or other to himself while Shen simply made his way to the window, leaning against it casually as he watched the front drive. With each car that pulled into the drive, one girl would step out and make her way toward the front door. There was one girl dressed in a miniskirt so short it should have been illegal, another who was wearing a simple yellow dress, another with a guitar case slung onto her back, and one with a head of flashy, pink hair. It was about the time the girl with pink hair was stepping out of her car that Shen pushed himself off the wall.
Toni had snuck in under Shen's radar and started himself a mild conversation with the younger of the two twins. But before he could even say something, there was a commotion growing out in the main hall and Shen placed his glass down on one of the end tables before smoothing out the white dress shirt over his abdomen, ensuring the top few buttons were undone. He adjusted the black blazer on his shoulders and gave himself a final once-over. The classic jeans made his ensemble a cross when casual meets formal, and after tussling his hair just slightly, he felt he was ready to show himself off to the world, and followed the other two boys out into the main hall, where he was finally given a proper look over the females. There was one for every possible fantasy a guy could entertain. You had the girl with an attitude, the feisty klutz, the musician, the innocent schoolgirl type, and then your everyday girl.
"Well, well," Shen mentioned quietly, leaning on the railing of the staircase as he survey the girls as they made their introductions. Then the old man went on to explain about a formal dinner and a ball afterward. Although Shen cringed internally, he simply couldn't imagine doing anything of the sort. Especially not with a girl. If nothing else, the romantic atmosphere of a ball was bound to give his so-called date of choice a very wrong impression of what he was all about. Now, it wasn't that he couldn't hold himself down to a relationship so much as he had no desire to do so. Women were great, of course, but he just couldn't deal with the emotional aspects of being a relationship. He didn't like people expecting so much from him, and to have a girl get attached to him right now when he was trying to win Gui Heng over to get the company just didn't seem like a top priority.
Even so, there was nothing he could do but casually prop himself against the railing as the girls made their ways up the stairs toward their respective rooms. Each one brought something different to the table, and apparently one of them was the old man's granddaughter. Maybe Shen just didn't know him well enough, but none of these girls seemed the type to inherit such an important business. Then again, if they had been dumped in some kind of orphanage at the age of zero, there really was no way to know what they would be like. They could be anyone - even the girl with the crazy hair. Smirking lightly, Shen made his decision fairly fast, but he was going to go about coyly in asking the girl of his choice to the dance. Plus, he wanted to see what else the other guys had in store. Jul 17 2009 As nervous as she had been, waiting on a complete stranger, it only got worse knowing that 'stranger' had been this handsome man standing in front of her. Of course Luca would have paired her with someone she at least knew of. It only made sense. Especially if one took into consideration how few people Estelle did know. But this was exactly as it would be at Gringotts - strictly business. Even so, he made it clear that he was to be called by his first name, which made this encounter more informal and helped her feel even the slightest bit more at ease. "Apollo," she repeated quietly to herself, as if to try and feel the way his name rolled off of her tongue. It was pleasant, but it still felt rather awkward. As he opened the door and gestured her inside, she finally took note of the little girl he had brought with him. How she had managed to miss the pretty little thing earlier, she honestly had no clue, but a warm smile quickly replaced the simper that had been on her lips. Stepping inside quietly, she opened her mouth only to interject Apollo's instructions. "It's Stella. You can call me Stella," was all she had to say. Almost as soon as the words left her lips, she felt her hand being taken by a smaller one and her attention was once again drawn to Myleen. Needless to say, she followed obediently to the table in the corner.
Before she even had the chance to sit down, Myleen was going off on a rant about all the things she got to do, being a big girl and all. The redhead found it hard to interject, but occasionally added in her approvals with a gentle laugh. It came as easily for Estelle as it did talking with her own nieces, and it was nice to have some semblance of that relationship reappear for a little while. It didn't take long before she was actively engaging in Myleen's conversation in a fashion much like a schoolteacher would. She remained wide-eyed and full of amazement at everything the little girl said, but made sure she was actively paying attention and not simply putting on a show. Around the time Apollo reappeared, Stella was listening intently about how everything that little girl was wearing was picked out by her. It looked somewhat chaotic, but she was a little girl full of life and the crazy colors only seemed to mirror that assumption for the redhead. Laughing softly as Apollo told the girl to slow her roll, she took one of the butterbeers with a gentle smile and a nod of thanks. "It's quite alright, we were having a very engaging conversation about her ensemble today," she interjected, giving a wink to Myleen as if to say it was their little secret. But then a coloring book appeared and it was safe to say she and Apollo were now, for all intensive purposes, the only two sitting at the table.
Sipping at the mug of butterbeer, Stella relished in the warmth that seemed to seep through her entire body. The chill of the street was quickly replaced, and she was more grateful for the heat than she had anticipated she would be. However, she didn't have much time to simply bask in the sudden change of internal temperature, because there was work to be done. After all, she hadn't arrived just to drink and catch up with an old friend. This was business, plain and simple. Curling her fingers around the mug, she answered him with a light nod to begin. From this moment on, she was an apprentice - his apprentice. It wasn't as simple as a transaction anymore, nor as easy as bookkeeping. There were serious matters to be attended to, and she had to remember that. Either way, she knew she had something to offer the Order. "Well, I look forward to working under you Mr. Weas-- Apollo," she admitted, a faint pink tinge hinting her cheeks as she almost reverted back into stiff formalities. Thankfully, it only took her a moment to recover. Then again, it only took a moment for her to realize what she had said and how it could have come across with several different meanings, and she had to fight the urge to correct herself, lest she look like a fool in the process.
It quickly came to the woman's attention that she still had almost no idea what the Order actually did. Sure, they were a secret society maintained in the presence of the next Dark Lord, but that didn't mean she knew exactly what she was getting into. There would likely be spying, fighting, and all sorts of those things, but to what extent? And what exactly was it she was expected to do? As many questions floated about in her head, she figured it would all come in due time. Today was merely a meeting with her partner to get a basis of what would happen during her training. Or, at least, that's how she had understood it. Still, she found herself curious, and decided this meeting was more for her benefit than his, and spoke up anyway. "Pardon my ignorance, but what exactly is it we do as members of the Order?" questioned the woman, quietly enough that no eavesdroppers would be able to hear. The last thing she needed was to get the attention of a Follower and get the three of them killed. What a wonderful first day on the job that would be. Still, despite the fact that they were supposed to be meeting someplace in secret, that didn't mean no one would find them. And on the off chance someone did, they had to be ready, right? The world was a dangerous place these days, and you had to be exceptionally careful with whom you placed your trust. She just hoped her trust was safe with Apollo. Aug 12 2009 It was your typical Friday night. Work had been unusually hectic, though. So many people wanted interviews or appearances with Quidditch stars and Quidditch coaches and even people who had remotely nothing to do with Quidditch, such as herself. It was nerve-racking, to say the least! Sometimes, she had to wonder what drove her to such madness as a career choice, but there was still a method to this madness and it came in the form of money to pay the bills. That, and she had made friends in the ministry that she didn't entirely want to just up and leave behind. That wasn't the point. Tonight, she had more than earned her well-deserved night on the town. In a typical fashion, she had consorted with Addy earlier in the week for some fashion advice, though at the time she figured it would just be a good thing to keep on hand for future reference... she hadn't expected a social outing so soon. Typically, Friday nights were reserved for long phone conversations while snuggled up on the couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream and a sappy old black and white movie on the television. Today was a bit more stressful, and a pint of her favorite men simply couldn't suffice. So, understandably, she had opted for a night on the town in stead of her usual routine. There was a concert at Waverly Hall tonight, and it wasn't terribly far from home, and the band was good.
Despite the fact that Payton had spent the majority of the concert back at the bar with a drink near constantly in hand, when the headlining band stepped onto the stage she couldn't help but find herself drawn closer. It wasn't her typical scene, being submerged in a crowd of sweaty teenagers and twenty-somethings all crowding against one another and dry-humping people they didn't even know. Still she trudged through the crowd until she was able to see the stage clearly, only a few rows of people between herself and the security posted to keep naughty fans from trying to jump up onto the stage and have their five seconds of fame before being caught and escorted off the premises. It didn't take long for her eyes to travel over the faces of the musicians, trying to gauge their familiarity. It wasn't until her eyes fell upon Mikey Grant that her entire face lit up. Now that face was familiar - as it should be. After all, they had gone to school together for seven years in the same house, it was only logical that she'd know him. She had to admit, it helped her enjoy the show just a little bit more this way. The music, again, wasn't the kind of stuff she normally would listen to. Nonetheless the show went on and she found herself unwittingly moving along with the music and losing herself for the first time in ages. Finally, she was simply enjoying herself. Time seemed to fly after that.
Before she knew it, Payton Reese was screaming and cheering at the top of her lungs along with everyone else, crying for an encore and being rewarded with just that. The crowd finally began to disperse as the band left the stage, dismantling the equipment and doing their own thing. It was then that Payton sauntered back over to the bar for just one more drink. The place seemed to clear out relatively fast. The concert was over with, and now the place was nearly dead. A few kids lingered along the walls, chatting amongst themselves and a few others littered the bar. It took another twenty minutes or so before the band resurfaced to make their exit. This was her chance. Sitting up a little straighter, she adjusted the skirt she wore, making sure everything fell just right. That included the silky shirt with the almost uncomfortably low-cut neckline. Standing up, she waved a hand out to catch his attention, though it didn't seem to work at first because he just gave her a nod of acknowledgment. Alright, plan B. "Mikey! Hey, over here," she called, moving toward him with a small smile. Oh god, I hope he recognizes me and doesn't think I'm some slutty stalker teenie fan, was all she could think as she stopped a few feet away with a demure smile and a tentative wave. Sept 20 2009 Girls in bikinis. Lots of girls in bikinis. Hot girls in bikinis. Lots of hot girls in bikinis.
It was all Valko could think about as he stood there in the shower, letting the hot water rinse off all of the soap suds clinging to his skin. He had to both look and smell his very best tonight. It was party night. Apparently, it was a pool party, too. Which meant that the girls would be strutting around practically naked all night in their skimpy bikinis and shorts and... well, the thought alone made Valko realize he needed a cold shower, not a hot one. A gathering of sexy, young, single Beauxbaton's girls in bikinis. It was enough to catch the attention of the Durmstrang boys (and let's face it, every guy on the face of the planet) and he wasn't about to miss it for his life. Especially taking into consideration how in-demand he would be. Walking around, strutting his stuff and making all of the ladies weak in the knees - all before his shirt came off, too. After the clothing became scarce, hearts would be broken. It was just how things worked. No matter how many girls he went through, there was always one more who thought she'd be the one to 'tame the beast' and win the chance to be his trophy girl and hang on his arm for as long as he'd have her. So far, no one had entertained his interest long enough to be considered a real girlfriend. Sure, a few flings here and there, but never anything serious. Ha. Valko Stoichkov didn't do serious. It was far too much fun to just go with the flow and live his life to the fullest. Serious was for boring businessmen in their stuffy suits locked in an office in front of a desk at all hours of the day working for a living. That wasn't the life for the playboy. Not by a long shot.
After a quick shot of frigid water to calm his bodily reactions to the dirty thoughts racing through his mind, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. It wouldn't take much to spruce up for tonight. Link had suggested he wear that tight black v-neck, knowing damn well that the women simply adored how tightly it fit, leaving little to the imagination. Pair it with some swim shorts and sandals, and he was gold. Tossing a fedora on his head and some shades on his face, and he was ready to hit the dance floor. Or the pool. Whichever had a heavier population of beautiful young women, ripe for the picking. It didn't take more than five minutes for him to have apparated to the nearest place he knew, only a few blocks down the street. Whoever the girl was that was hosting the party obviously had money in the family, because the place was enormous, well-lit, and had to have five or six bedrooms at the least. Stepping through the front door, grinning like a wolf when the sounds of music and idle chatter hit his lips, he was on his home turf. Parties were his thing. Flashing a charming grin to some of the ladies as he passed them by, he was sure to stop to dip into the nearest cooler to grab himself an alcoholic beverage before slipping out the back door to the pool. As he assumed, there were girls galore, and a handful of guys hanging around minding their own or trying to court the women to no avail. With just one glance, you could tell which guys were going to get luck and which ones would be kicked to the curb the second they tried to pull a move. Sipping down some of the sweet nectar in hand, he found himself quickly in the midst of a handful of lovely ladies, telling a tall tale about some adventure in which he almost died. There wasn't a lick of truth to the damn story.
No more than an hour later, he was lounging around in one of those fancy reclining lawn chairs with his shirt draped over the back, a pretty girl on either side of him as he continued talking about this, that, and the other. It wouldn't be hard to mistake him for an Italian with how animated he got, making sweeping gestures and talking with his hands as he spoke. Like a smart man, however, it never came back to a woman. If the story came back to a woman, his company would leave. No one wanted to hear about him hooking up with someone else. Unless he could twist the story to make him seem like the unfortunate victim of some tragic accident in which he lost the love of his life. It was so easy to spin such stories to the eager ear. It was even better when he could forget his pain and loss by burying himself into the body of some pretty little blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell who would be screaming his name in ecstasy by the end of the night. Getting up for another round of drinks, however, he found himself running into the last woman he wanted to see. Constance Eaton. Sure, she was probably the most beautiful girl he had ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on, but she was also very hard to be around for any extended period of time. At least she was since their horrible falling out. After all, he was a man with needs and she had been the girl who refused to fulfill them. His first and only real relationship, early in his playing days, ended by him cheating to satisfy the insatiable animalistic urge. It wasn't exactly what you'd call ironic so much as predictable. Yet, the second he laid eyes on Connie, he couldn't help but have this strange, unbridled sensation of lust sweep over him and cloud every thought in his mind. And all he could manage to say was, "Those pants look good on you, Connie, but they'd look better on my floor." Oct 14 2009 Ben's roommates were clever. Stowing away his entire closet in the prefect's bathroom, knowing full well he hadn't charmed his way into getting the password just yet. As much as she liked to give props to Ben as the prank champion, he had been outmaneuvered in this one particular instance. He didn't know what had happened until it was too late and he was left alone in his dorm wearing absolutely nothing but his school tie. The thought caused her body temperature to rise, despite how much she was fighting the reaction. Grinning to herself like an idiot as Shelby re-read his last note, the pretty little blonde sunk a bit deeper into the warm suds of the prefect's bathtub. It was relaxing, though it would have been more interesting to be in there with a gorgeous Ravenclaw boy scrubbing at her back. Especially one with such a dirty mind! Oh, her best friend was quite the character. There wasn't a single guy in the entire castle that could out-flirt him, and Merlin knew that he was probably on the top five list when it came to 'hottest guys at Hogwarts' - at the very least. But he was a serial dater. He couldn't stick with one girl for more than a week, it seemed. Then again, he always had Shelby to turn to when he was girlfriend-less and in need of attention. Not that she would go there, but it was nice to pretend every now and again. Besides, flirting with Benjamin was so easy. The two of them had been mistaken as an on-again off-again thing for years, even though they had never even dreamed of actually taking things to that level. It would just be... weird.
And yet, here she was, towel-drying her hair for a few moments before she pulled a pair of his boxers onto her tiny frame. Her bra slipped on with ease, quickly covered by one of his blue dress shirts. The shirt hung loose enough on her that you couldn't tell just how tiny she was, but didn't leave all her curves to the imagination, either. She left it unbuttoned after it reached her polka-dotted bra, tugging her hair over one shoulder as she gathered up his remaining clothes. Shaking her head with a grin and a chuckle, she exhaled slowly. Boys would be boys. There was absolutely no fighting that fact. It took her all of five minutes to make it down to the kitchens, his clothes were tucked under one arm. As she stepped inside, the sudden blast of heat hit her like a brick wall. It was a rather nice change from the airy chill that drafted through the castle. Most of the students were still dining in the Great Hall. It was just your typical Friday night. There had been a Quidditch match that night: Ravenclaw against Slytherin. Ravenclaw took the game in a landslide. While Ben had been in the shower after the game, it would have been the perfect time to make his clothes disappear. He really needed to work on keeping his guard up at all times. He was losing his touch to stay one step ahead. Not that she would be the one to tell him that. Who knew, maybe, for once in her life, she would actually be able to trump the king of practical jokes. It wasn't likely, but the odds seemed to be more in her favor than usual.
After getting a bowl of piping hot stew and a mug of butterbeer, she took her leave - but not after thanking the house elves kindly with a charming smile and a kind word. The trip back up to the Ravenclaw tower seemed to go by exceptionally fast. Then again, the halls were like miniature barren wastelands. Not a soul in sight. It only made sense, considering it was dinner time. If it hadn't been, she likely wouldn't be running around in his clothes, looking so demurely slutty. As she approached the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, she called out the password and the door swung open. Stepping through, she looked around cautiously. It was as if she expected the room to be full of Ben's little minions, just waiting to sabotage her. No little minions. No sabotage. The coast was clear. "Well, I guess it's now or never, Shelby," she told herself with a little smirk. The climb up the stairs to the boys dorm passed in the blink of an eye. Giving a light rap on the door, she turned the handle, almost dropping all his clothes to the floor in the process. Regaining her balance, her nudged the door open with a slippered foot, stepping inside without even bothering to tell him to cover up. Part of her, no matter how minuscule a part, actually wanted to see him in all his glory. And then her eyes traveled over to the bed that she knew was his. And there he was.
In nothing but that damned school tie.
A million thoughts raced through her mind at once. None of them were appropriate, and almost all of them involved herself joining him in his state of nakedness. No. Stop thinking like that, Shelby, Marie! she chided herself mentally. It did nothing to stop her mind running away with her. Until she looked away or he put some boxers on, nothing was going to stop her brain from the fantasies that suddenly overwhelmed her. This was the very reason people said girls and boys couldn't be just friends. Damn them all for being right! Placing the bowl of stew and mug of butterbeer on a nearby dresser, she grabbed another pair of boxers from the pile of clothes under her arm, tossing them at him with a smirk. "Do me a favor and put those on before I lose my sanity and do something I really shouldn't," she warned, though she made it seem like she was simply teasing. Opening the trunk at the foot of his bed, she quickly busied herself with putting away his remaining clothes. If he wanted to get fully dressed, he could pick what he wanted to wear. He just needed something to hide Princess Sophia so she could actually look him in the eye and not try to jump him in the process. He was suddenly so much more good-looking than she remembered. And she wanted him so much more than she ever had before. Coming into the room unannounced had been a bad idea. Then again, it wasn't like she would have done it any different if she could. Neither one of them had any shame. Things like this happened between them often. Not this particular thing, but things that would make most normal people equally uncomfortable as being put in this situation. Even this wasn't uncomfortable... Shelby just didn't trust herself to say no much longer. Oct 21 2009 It had been a rather long day. Or rather, it had been an incredibly long shift. Despite how many countless hours she paraded about in these heels, they still felt brand new. It was as if nothing could break them in, despite how many blisters would spring up on her feet by the end of the night. Whoever had developed high heels had obviously not been thinking about functionality when they were making blueprints. Sure, they gave you a few added inches of height, and they sure as hell made your a** look amazing, but that didn't mean they were even remotely comfortable. It was coming up on the end of a ten hour shift, and as pretty as she knew she looked, Gina was in an ample amount of pain. As soon as her shift ended, she was taking off the wretched shoes and pouring herself a stiff drink. Standing at a table housing three older, likely married men, Gina found herself with a tray under one arm, chatting up the guests who seemed quite taken to her. It wasn't because she was good at her job, either - and boy, was she good at her job. This girl could flirt her way around the devil himself if he chose to flash her a charming smile and drop a pick-up line. It came with experience. Boys had been chasing her like it was going out of style since Hogwarts, and that hadn't changed a bit when she came to fill out her figure after the awkward stages of puberty. Actually, it probably got a little worse, what with pervy old men grabbing at her a** as she walked past their tables. But what was unnerving was the fact that she had to learn to deal with it or risk losing her job. That simply wouldn't do.
Case and point. As she moved to clear off a recently vacated table, the group of guys lingered near the exit of the casino, watching her like a hawk. They had purposely dropped an empty glass onto the floor and who would have to pick it up? Why, the pretty brunette cocktail waitress in the short skirt, of course! They wanted a show, and so she gave them one. Very slowly, she bent over at the waist, causing her petite little derriere to stick out at them a little more. Her arm stretched and her long, slender fingers curled slowly around the glass. As Gina had predicted, she could feel their eyes on her, and hear the soft, stifled cheers of excitement as they got exactly what they wanted. Oh, silly frat boy types. Standing upright again, slowly, she shook her hair back out and then tugged it over one shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she bussed the table quickly and made her way back over to the bar without so much as looking back at the amateurs. They had no clue how to handle a woman of her caliper. Turning to survey her tables, she spotted someone new. Someone she didn't immediately recognize, as he was staring in the general direction of her ankles, his eyes slowly moving up her body as she approached. Well, well. Here was a man who knew how to take in the whole view instead of just staring at the mountains. But as his gaze turned up to her charming, professional smile and pretty hazel eyes, her smile faltered just as quickly as his seemed to. This was no stranger, but he was also no man. Not in Gina's opinion anyway - or so she liked to remind herself whenever she had the misfortune to cross his path.
Part of her, and a very big part at that, simply wanted to slap him across the face and storm off before he could say another word. If anyone in the world could get under her skin just by showing his face, it would be Boyd James Dolohov. The hotshot gossip monger from the Daily Prophet. If you had thought Rita Skeeter was bad, you hadn't seen this vile creature at work. It helped that he was drop dead gorgeous - though she would never admit that to him, over her dead body or otherwise. It wouldn't be hard to let your secrets slip to him if you weren't careful. He was a snake in the grass, and if you weren't on your guard, you'd fall prey to his poison. Still, this was business. Just because she didn't like him the slightest bit didn't mean she was willing to lose her job over him. If anyone was worth that, he was most certainly not the one. Slapping that charming smile on her face once again, she tilted her head to one side, biting down on her lip in that adorable fashion she had gotten so good at over the years. "Welcome to the Windsor-Belmont Casino, Mr. Dolohov," she greeted, as if he was a respected and returning customer. He didn't come in very often while she was working, and she liked it better that way. The less frequently she had to see him, the better. After all, she could only stand so much time with Boyd. The longer she was around him, the easier it was for him to get her riled up. Too much time in his presence and who knew what would happen. Maybe she'd end up alone in a hotel room with nothing but a note to let her know he'd left. If she was lucky, it wouldn't get that far... but she wouldn't hold her breath. Boyd was sneaky, and it wasn't beneath him to demand her attention for the rest of the night. Hell, he'd probably even ask for her to stay after her shift, too.
The thought made her stomach churn.
If she had to wait on him for the remaining thirty minutes of her shift, she was sure that he'd snap the trap. Why, oh why, did it have to be tonight, of all nights? It couldn't be a day when she was skittering about in comfortable, low heels or a day when it was so busy she wouldn't be able to focus on him for more than a few minutes at a time. No, the casino was fairly empty tonight. As soon as that trio of older men disappeared, it would be just the two of them and anyone on the floor who flagged her down. That was dangerous territory to be in. Especially considering that her dreams had been infested with him off and on for quite some time now. And not in a way that was child friendly, either. As she noted earlier, it didn't help that the man was drop dead gorgeous. Now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. The last thing she needed was to lose her cool before he even started their little game. It would start and end the same. It would consist of new insults on the same old subjects. It didn't change. It hadn't since the day they met. "So, what can I get for you, Mr. Dolohov?" she questioned, tucking her tray back under her arm and leaning against the table gently. Even if she shouldn't, flirting with the customers came naturally. When that customer happened to be a pain in the a**, it was harder - but she and Boyd had a sexual chemistry that was simply undeniable. That made it easier than normal. That made it more dangerous than normal. She needed to turn tail and run. Oct 26 2009 Oh, the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive as he stepped away. You know the feeling. The one you get right before you're seriously kissed. Her stomach fell to her feet and, as he tilted her chin up, it leaped into her throat as if it were on some kind of crazy roller coaster. For a split second, her eyes caught his gaze before falling behind thick lashes and the look he gave her was more than enough to make her knees weak. The second his lips met hers, she felt giddy and lightheaded. It didn't matter how simple and innocent the kiss was. Oh no, it still made her heart skip a beat and made every last inch of her skin tingle like she'd been shocked by thousands of tiny electrodes. If it were humanly possible, she'd have claimed that kissing Skylar caused her brain to cease to function. And it didn't hurt that each and every kiss felt like the first for her; new and exciting. The aftermath left her head reeling and as she leaned gently against him, her lips curled into a smile. Oh, Trixie Cromwell had it bad. So much so that it could have easily been labeled a natural disaster. It was a hard thing to hide, but she was so scared of what would happen if she told Skylar all the chaos that raced around her mind. It wasn't like they had been going steady for that long. It wasn't anywhere close to being able to reasonably expect a ring or anything of that sort. Thus, it was not reasonable to admit to the same thing that had been floating around her head for the last few days. As hard as she tried to fight it, to prepare herself for the worst until proven otherwise, she was falling head over heels for a gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy.
A soft laugh escaped her lips as he spoke. The simple "Hello," was more than enough to sidetrack her for the time being. Of course, only Skylar would act as if kissing her was as common as a high-five or a handshake. Gently slapping her hand against the side of his arm, a silent signal that he was a total loony, she shook her head and stood upright. Her hand found his, lacing their fingers together before her pretty green eyes moved to meet his. "Hey," she replied softly, trying to bite back the silly grin that once again threatened to split her face. Nodding her head in the direction of the house, she led him inside slowly, never once letting his hand fall from hers. After all, she had just gotten him back after three days without him. It was harder than she anticipated to go so long without him there - to talk to, so laugh with, to kiss. It was simply strange. That fact alone proved that she was becoming too comfortable with the idea of them. It was familiar. It was safe. It was likely to becoming boring between the two of them. But tonight was different. For the first time, she had him over to cook for him, to simply enjoy his company in the comfort of her meager little cottage. Sure, it had a few muggle commodities, such as a television that was only good for watching movies, a dishwasher, and a few other things she demanded her parents provide her. It wasn't like she had magic to make her life easy, so she had to settle with the muggle equivalents. By no means was it a bad thing. Muggles were fascinating creatures, really they were, but she didn't always feel like one of them. Trixie Cromwell was neither a witch nor a muggle - but it was a fact she secretly prided herself on; even if only a little.
"So I hope you like, and are not allergic to, lasagna - because it's already in the oven. It's got about forty minutes left, so until then," she said, turning to look at him while leaning against the back of the couch, "you are simply stuck with me." A soft chuckle whispered past her lips, and she raised her free hand to tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear. Her eyes searched his face, trying to find something, but she had no idea what she was looking for. It didn't matter, because she wasn't looking long. Her free hand found his, pulling him closer to her. Lazily, she draped her arms over his shoulders and took a deep breath. "I hope you don't mind... or get bored of me," she added teasingly. For a moment, she pressed her forehead against his, not quite ready to give in to him. For the first time in a while, she was actually, genuinely content. This was something she could get used to. A handsome man to cook and clean for, to kiss, to spoil and love. As if to prove the point to herself, she finally moved forward. Her lips met his once again and she kissed him so hard that she began to see stars. But oh, she felt as if she were floating on air. So she kissed him again and again. Oh, if he had been a drug she'd have been an addict the day she met him. But the thought only caused her lips to break into a smile against his own. "So... Skylar... please tell me the last three days have been as unbearable for you as they have been for me," the brunette teased with a soft laugh. [[introduction/updates/funds/fel essence/soul/concept/guardian/household/RP SAMPLES/reserved]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:51 am
[RESERVED][[introduction/updates/funds/fel essence/soul/concept/guardian/household/rp samples/RESERVED]]
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:22 am
[Just wanting to let you know, if I remember correcctly, Pasha's soul is also a muse but I may be wrong so you might want to check with Aki]
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:40 am
Ooo. Lots of ideas you got here. XD
First off, Fweedle is right - Melisande's soul is that of a song muse.
Second, although I think some of your ideas are pretty neat so far, some of them wouldn't work too well as fel essences the way they are now. owo For example, your Black Blood and Pixie Dust concepts are just... magical substances, and fel essences are substances that were somehow corrupted by the chaotic storm (read the story on the front page if you haven't done so).
Not to say to throw them out right away, they can still be reworked! The trick is to not only make them unique, but make it apparent that they're ICly relevant to Dr. Kyou's research. If there were something extremely unusual about this particular vial of pixie dust - like, say, it had no magical properties whatsoever and it took the poor doctor a lot of trouble to figure out that it actually is pixie dust, then it could then be thought of as a fel essence. An example that comes to mind is the very first Raevan: there's no art for it since it was before the need for a soul was worked out, but the fel essence used was phoenix ash that never gave birth to a new phoenix.
Another way to go about it is to think about substances that exist even though they're completely impossible. Though that's starting to get a bit more difficult now that there's so many fel essences already being used, like fire that can burn without fuel, ice that never melts, and shadows that cast themselves - questers nowadays have to do some serious thinking outside the box now that the basic ideas have already been used, so I love seeing threadgoers put up quest threads and show their ideas.
Your 'Visible Invisibility' and 'Midnight Sun' ideas are the ones I like the most so far, both because of the wordplay used and the concepts behind them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 12:56 pm
[[Eep! Well if Melisande's soul is a song muse, I suppose I could scratch that idea.
But that's a good idea about the pixie dust having no magical qualities whatsoever. I actually really like that thought. If you don't mind me being a sponge, I'll let that one soak it up a bit.
But you're right. I still have a lot of work to do with my essences (and I think I could go into elaboration about what they do if I really wanted to) so I'll be working on that before I really choose my favorite combination for a raevan.]]
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:10 am
DiDONiUS is from Elfen Lied, is it not?
This would be a cosplay. The Lab doesn't do cosplays, so you'll have to scratch that.
Ganesh, as well, is a god, yes? Gods also aren't allowed due to their large amounts of power, it would be like a god-mod Raevan :/
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