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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:33 pm
The Bridal Shop . ________________________ [ x.X.x ] Kuro pressed pin after pin into the red, half bodied mannequin which stood directly in the center of the bridal store‘s backroom. Gorgeous white and crème tresses of fabric fell over the dummy, being lifted and shaped until it’s creator started to get a feel for the design.
At last satisfied that this heap of fabric portrayed his idea in a satisfactory manor, he pulled out a Polaroid camera from the draw of his desk and took a quick snap shot of the half-heartedly dressed mannequin. He pulled out the blank photo paper and shook it twice before pinning it up with the rest of his photos on the design wall. A wall filled with pictures of dresses he was working on, hadn’t started, wanted to start or even thought looked terrible. But so long as he thought it could help him with brain storming later, it went on the wall.
“Working away as always Kurio?” Daniella, his work experience recruit gone casual, came into the back room, switching off the generic love song CD Kurio always left on repeat while he was working. What better inspiration for bridal dresses than sappy songs about eternal love and how it was the most powerful thing in the world?
“I think I’ve heard that Celin Dion track just one too many times now,” She said, opening the player and pulling out the disc. “Haven’t you pulled every drop of inspiration out of that song already?” She scolded in mock agitation.
Kurios laughed at her, the pop-rock girl was always in argument over his motivational music.
“And what? As opposed to…lyrics about the last groupie some rock star was with?” He countered, this argument was practically a script for them now.
“Now you’re just stereotyping. Why not try…Garbage? They’ve got some romantic lyrics”
“If you like morbid suicidal romance maybe,”
Kurios recalled one particular client, one who was more interested in dead, black roses than cupid like red ones. He had done nothing but play Garbage when working on that wedding dress, to the point where he could swear he heard it playing in the background all around him, weeks afterwards.
“I much prefer my drawn out notes and repetitive melodies thank you,” He said smiling as she shook her head in reply.
“G’night Kurio!” She called out, leaving the front door open for him. Though she knew it was much more likely he would be there for quite a few more hours, obsessing over his other works.
With Daniella now gone, Kurio was free to work on his master piece. To fit a cliché, it had come to him on a spur of the moment while trying to find new tracks for his love song compilation. It had just struck such a chord with him.
He put a different disc into the player, and closed the lid, watching as it spun momentarily before it began bouncing a rhythmic piano piece about the room. He wheeled away the first mannequin to pull out a second one. The dress he had been working on for too many months now. It too was in the planning stage, and he starred at it briefly.
The same thing always happened when he did this. Kurio looked over the work he had been doing on the gown, maybe pull of something he didn’t like so much anymore and rearrange it for some reason or another, stare at it again, and then add a new sliver of lace somewhere.
This process usually took him about two hours. Maybe more if he was in a truly scrutinising mood. Luckily today was not one of those days, and all he did was adjust the sleeves.
He was disrupted by a sudden new source of music, as it broke into his love ballad. His phone ringing violently. Ryo was on the other end, calling to see where he was, and complaining how Kurio wasn’t home to cook yet.
Kurio hung up, one day he would get that lazy bum of his couch for good, and he could stay at his shop for as long as he wished. But for today, he would just go home and finish the spaghetti he had prepped last night.
The lights and air conditioning flickered as he turned the power off to each, and went out. He left the display lights on in the front cases to display some of his other handmade crafts, in case some girl saw them on her way home from her hens night or something, and locked the glass doors tight.
‘Beautiful dress you’re working on’ said the same female voice which haunted his bridal shop. It was not normally in his habit not to reply so openly to the voices, but he was alone tonight, and found no harm in doing so.
“Thank you,” he replied rather proudly, lingering at the door. From an outside view, it would appear he was just having trouble locking up.
‘I wish such a fine dresses had existed when I was wedded’ she said, he voice sounded honest.
“It’s not done yet,”
A small delighted laughed escaped from the unseen voice. ‘But you’ll finish it one day. And who ever gets to wear it will be very lucky’
Like other voices Kurios heard, this was the voice of a dead patron, a spirit, an apparition, ghost. As it seemed, this one had taken a liking to haunting bridal shops. But only the ones she liked. She visited Kurios’s store sometimes. Usually when he had finished a new design. She liked looking at his wall of polaroids.
Her name was Hilary, and she had died on her honeymoon. While Kurios had at first thought it tragic, she informed him that it was not so, because in all honesty, the pair hadn’t been ready for marriage anyway. There was love, but more on a platonic level.
Hilary had no wish to talk to her former husband, to deliver any parting message to relatives or even to cross over. She said she was rather enjoying herself flitting between stores and trying dresses on in the dead of night and she had no intention to leave soon. Kurio had told her he would be there for her if ever she did want to move on, but thus far she had said nothing, and he doubted she would.
He thanked her again. “I’m sure you would have been a sight to see,” he complimented, before at last moving away from the door, heading in the direction of his vehicle. ‘Heading home now?’ She questioned. Kurio didn’t bother to bring up her sudden change in topic, it was part of her nature. He nodded. ‘To that friend of yours?’ she said in a judging tone. Again, Kurios nodded and the voice sighed.
‘Then be off Kurios of the bridal shop, I shall speak with you again when I draw near’ At this Kurio couldn’t help but laugh. “You mean when I have a new dress for you to try on?”
She giggled. ‘That too, but I am also eager to meet this daughter I see in store for you’
Kurios suddenly turned around looking for the voice, a shock at what she had said. What!
For the first time in so long, it seemed a ghost had managed to spook him. Not in the normal sense, but still. Kurios could have no daughter, he was single and without a spouse. It was impossible. He let the shock wear off, realising how silly he must looked. While he could hear ghosts, he didn’t necessarily see them, and the car park was empty. “Silly ghost,” He mumbled.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:02 am
The Encounter . ________________________ [ x.X.x ] Ryo strolled into the bar casually, smiling at the bar tender who he knew on a somewhat familiar basis. To say Ryo was a regular at this particular club, wouldn’t be quite accurate. He had come here more than once, but it was not the only club he visited.
As always, he started his night at the club by buying himself a drink, to help him get in the right frame of mind.
Like most clubs, the only light here was brought in by dying neons, strobe lights on the dance floor, and brightly coloured glow-in-the-dark rave sticks or jewellery. Laughter and banter fought to be heard between the thumbing beats of fast paced music and the jumping mass of bodies turned into one form. Pink beverages were passed about for most of the female crowd, but a stronger liquor was also present for those with a more inquisitive taste in drinks. The atmosphere vibrated, sending the good vibes bouncing around the darkness like a plague, infecting all the occupants of the lively night club.
He made friendly chit chat with the man getting his drink. How was his week, how the place was really busy tonight ( though it was most weekend nights), What was the most purchased drink, who was the DJ for tonight and what live band where they planning to get in next weekend for the club event. Pointless trivial things really which held no conversation to branch out on into. Though it was through conversations such as these that you started getting to know a few of the staff, and using them for the odd favour. Like finding out if the attractive woman two stools down was single, with friends, or seeing someone. Ryo downed his drink, it hadn’t been anything too intoxicating, Then turned his attention towards the people dancing or loitering about the club. More so the women around him in particular. There was a black headed woman sitting not to far away. Her almond eye and short height gave her an indication of oriental background. She looked as if she was by herself and Ryo decided to save off on getting the tender to find out, and just do it himself.
He had no sooner got up to strike a conversation with the dark headed woman, when a new patron entered the club, and every male head in the room turned by ninety degrees in her direction.
The club atmosphere suddenly seemed to intensify. Becoming more frenzied, more wild and faster. Urgent even, like the whole world outside the club didn’t exist, and all they had was the music.
The woman herself seemed to match this atmosphere perfectly, blending in as if she was the very music beats herself. Her hair was vibrant orange, likes waves of light falling in tresses from her crown. Her skin seemed to be luminous under the neon light, as if she was in motion, even as she stood completely still. The dame wore free flowing garments, as if anything constricting would be like a chain to her wild appearance. She seemed to be the very essence of night life. Mysterious, fun, romantic, charismatic and free. Everything in the room seemed to be drawn to her, like a whirlpool and she was the very center of it all. And like everything in the room, Ryo was also drawn to her, forgetting about the intentions he had for the black headed woman.
“Why haven’t I seen you before?” He said casually, stepping closer to the woman and offering to take her jacket. She handed it to him, always a good sign, and he passed it on to an enamoured looking cloakroom attendant. From this close, Ryo was able to feel that sense of night life so much stronger from her, than when he had been on the other side of the room. She smiled at him sweetly, and in her eyes he could see the fire works of a new years eve party when the count down reached its pinnacle, he felt the anxiety of a child, making a break for that forbidden chocolate cake as a midnight snack while his parents continued to sleep on. Everything about her seemed to bring forth images, smells, feelings of the richness that night brought with it.
He led her over to booth, at her request because she couldn’t stand being so uncomfortable on a stool, and let her sit down first before sliding in next to her. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again once realising she had already started up a conversation.
“I see you’re a very kind gentlemen,” she said, in a voice which did not match her looks. It seemed wiser, more old. As if her words had been formed in an earlier time where pronunciation was just important as the words you spoke. “Some people tell me that,” He laughed, pushing away thoughts which told him to excuse himself from the table, even if he had just sat down. Which wouldn’t be very good manners of him at all. “ Ryo,” he said introducing himself. “ Eldalote Felagund, or Elda. Not my native language, but we never get to chose our own names.” she responded off handily, as if it didn’t matter who she was. Ryo was too busy trying to work out what language it was from to bother asking about the pronunciation again. She reached a hand over to his, taking his palm in hers, rubbing the back of it soothingly. Even this was going a bit too fast for Ryo.
“Persuasive, compelling but slightly reckless. You have very fine qualities Ryo,” She said, pulling away.
Ryo was speechless to say the least, what was there to say.
“I have a present which I have been instructed to give to someone like you. Perhaps it will iron out that inattentive streak you have. Hmm?” She said. Out of…well he didn’t know if they made pockets big enough to fit the item she pulled out but that’s where it appeared to come from, she reached for a blue oval like object and handed it to him. It was a considerably large size, and had a set of feathery wings floating on either side of it, but the item was unmistakably an egg of some degree. He looked at it, a brow slightly raised. This was certainly an odd gift. As he held it, the silver pattern on it’s side seemed to shine, brightening more as if reacting to him. He looked back to the strange woman. “What’s in it?” He said with a puzzled expression. She laughed, and it was like wine glasses clinking at a celebratory dinner. “ Don’t ask what’s in it, only ask how you can coax it out,” she chimed.
Ryo disliked riddles. He turned his eyes back to the egg, surveying it once more, before looking for more answers from Elda. But it seemed she was too quick for him.
In a pace which seemed to fast and graceful for anyone, which Ryo assumed was just an effect caused by the strobe lights, she lopped to the exit, twirled about and waved to him sweetly before exiting the club. Leaving him with the ‘gift’.
Ryo was stunned beyond all belief, not only had he just let the most attractive female he had ever seen run out of the club, he had also gained a new weight to his bag, in the form of a large blue egg.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:16 am
The Bridal Shop II . ________________________ [ x.X.x ] Kurios gagged heavily as he forced open the door which separated the back rooms of the store from the front display area. For once he was glad that business had run slow today so that no one was about to witness his embarrassing coughing fit. The entirety of the back rooms smelled strongly of ash. As if someone had lit a fire in there, but strangely enough, not a whips of smoke was to be seen.
Kurios moved quickly about the rooms, opening every door and window he could see, allowing for clean air to circulate into the room, in the hopes that this intense smell of burnt toast might vanish.
Upon regaining his regular breathing pattern he retreated back into the far end of the store, in search of the very source which cause all this smell, recalling how it had fallen into his care.
Ryo had come walking up the steps to the door in a much heavier manner than usual. He knuckles fell on the door, knocking so that Kurios would rise from his task and let him in.
Upon doing so, he was astonished to see a utterly dazed man standing in the door way, completely different from the Ryo he had let loose that night. He seemed like he was on another planet, somewhere far from the doorstep he now stood at. “Ryo?” Kurios said, concern forming into his word for his detached friend.
His voiced seemed enough to rouse the man slightly, and Ryo managed to mumble some intangible sentence, which he finished with ‘surprise’. Following this sentence, he then placed a round, dark sapphire like stone into his hands. But it couldn’t have been a stone, for it was hollow, and a large star like pattern glittered modestly on its surface. Kurios’s eye grew wide with fascination.
“What is it?” Kurios asked, stepping aside so that the confounded Ryo might make his way in. He did so and collapsed onto his stomach, on the nearest soft piece of furniture. The object Kurios now held was hollow and had seemed to tapper at the top giving it a familiar shape, possibly being an-
“Egg, I think” Ryo replied to his question, answering what Kurios’s thoughts had not yet digested. His friend seemed to be waking up slightly from his brief stupor.
The gem looked egg like, and it felt empty. So perhaps it was in fact an egg. But it’s odd silvery star pattern and above normal size meant it couldn’t be just any normal egg. Kurios’s eye continued down the egg’s shape, following the curve of the star. He gave a short gasp as his fingers came across the touch of a soft, feathery extension.
“It has wings!” He exclaimed in surprise, not knowing how he had missed them before.
“Why do you think I’d keep it if it had been just a regular egg Kurio? I would’ a just left it otherwise,” Ryo sighed, seeming to have completely come out of his state. Though he was till lying down and didn’t bother to look up.
“So…” he began. “What do you plan on doing with it?”
At this, Ryo rolled onto his back, now looking at Kurios with a wide spread smirk on his lips. His eye held a mischievous trick in them. “Egg, meet Mr. Mum!” He said, making a photo frame around Kurio and the egg with his two index fingers and thumbs.
Kurios had now been taking care of the thing for two days with not even a trace of help from Ryo. He hadn’t been planning on taking the egg to work with him, but when he saw the poor thing left all alone by itself on the couch without anything warm, and Ryo wrapped up comfortably in his bed. He knew he couldn’t just let the thing freeze. Which led him to the current situation.
Ryo probably hadn’t noticed the smell when he first acquired the egg, he had explained that a strange woman at a club had given it to him, because of the level of cigarette smoke and alcoholic smells which were usually found in clubs. But as soon as Kurio had taken the egg with him into the small confines of the back room, the smell of burning ash had begun engulfing what clean air there was in the room like a hungry child.
He found the egg sitting right where he left, it in the small cupboard near where he had been working, and rolled it into the crook of his elbow. Holding it against his chest, Kurios moved out to the front display area, bringing with him his work. Once in the well ventilated front room, the fumes where hardly detectable.
He looked at the egg in his arm, raising an eyebrow.
So much work just because of you
The egg gave a twitch in his arms, the wings flapped slightly and a small feather fell to the ground., reminding him that he would need to find something for the egg to lay on so that it wouldn’t fall to the floor and crack. Which wouldn’t be too hard in a bridal shop.
Obviously he couldn’t use any of the overpriced fabric he used for his designs, not that the fabric was normally very comfortable anyway, but he managed to find a large enough piece of Cashmere lying around from when he had taken a request from a grandmother who wanted a specific type of formal jacket which would still be effective and nice looking. It was a plain crème colour, but made excellent as a protector for the fragile egg.
He wrapped the single sheet of fabric around the egg and bunched it up underneath, creating a sort of nest. “Cashmere for Kashya,” He said, looping the fabric over the egg once more. The name had been playing in his mind for some time now, and the excited flap of white wings underneath the cloth seemed to approve of it greatly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:21 am
[ G.r.o.w.t.h. xxxQ.u.e.s.t. ]
It's always sad when a treasured possession isn't wanted by the reciever, but when that present is a living Ashe there's gonna be some remedying to it. We're never too sure what's going on in those eggs but we sure know that Kashya is feeling that anonymosity between herself and her finder, chances are she won't come out until she's welcome by both parental figures. Help her out of her 'shell by looking for some common ground between the gaurdian Ryo and his new charge Kashya and take her egg out somewhere, picking up a few momentos along the way of course. Show some love!
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 9:09 pm
Sitting In The Sun . ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
A Roleplay in the Park Ryo goes to the park one afternoon expecting
a romantic date with his lady fair, only to find he's be stood up.
Alone at the park with the sun in his eyes, he strikes up
conversation with a strangely dressed woman in lime green,
with a fetish for even stranger hats. Read More.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 2:12 am
Getting To Know You . ________________________ [ x.X.x ] “You found it, so you can take it,” Kurio said icily to the constant movement known as Ryo. The white headed male obviously hadn’t heard him, and Kurios repeated himself, only finding more annoyance in the star stricken face which Ryo fell into upon hearing the news.
“You’re dumping me with it for the night?” He asked incredulously. The brush in his hand stopping at last. “You can’t do that!”
“Well why not?” responded Kurios, stepping away to go and fetch Kashya. Ryo had refused to even stop to look at the egg most days, claiming he was too busy with one thing or another, and it was time he payed a bit more attention to it. Kurios kept wondering to himself just how exactly an unemployed couch potato could be so busy, and he knew it wasn’t job searching his room mate was up to.
The egg was sitting by the window with a fan faced on it, curled up in the cashmere material as always. He picked up the small wrap, careful not to ruffle the wings which always became increasingly active at night. Ryo was still screeching in the other room.
“I can’t do that Kurio, I’m going out and I’ll be home late. You don’t want me to keep it out all night do you? And what if it gets cold, it might not hatch and then you’ll have to live knowing you killed this baby whatever it is, all because you handed it over to someone like me!”
Rah, rah, rah. Kurios rolled his eyes at the over dramatic state the male always fell into when ever he was on one of his rants, if he wasn’t a ladies man, he made one hell of a drama queen. “You can’t make me give up on this Ryo, If you don’t take her, then I’ll just have to accompany you all night until you agree,” Kurio gave his friend the best ‘and that’s final’ look he could.
Ryo was shocked to say the least, it was only occasionally Kurio would be so adamant about something, and he really didn’t have a choice. If Kurios said he would follow him all night, he probably meant it. Ryo sighed angrily in defeat. “Damn,” was the only word to describe his feelings. He held out his hand for the blue oval, only to have Kurios grab his other hand and place the egg into them so that Ryo was holding it with both hands instead of the one. “Since when did ‘it’ become a ‘her’,” He asked.
Kurios smiled. “When I named her,”
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“I don’t mind at all!,” Alice said sweetly as Ryo held the blue stone out to her. He had just been telling her how he was holding onto the hand painted stone for his friend, who he was going to give it back to later. “But I wonder how he got the wings to float and twitch like that” She said, running a finger over the soft feather tips. They wiggled as if sensing her.
“Magnets,” he concluded.
Ryo was perched in a chair at one of the many restaurants he knew. This particular one, was a place he had found by chance when looking up a place in the phone book, only to find they had moved off and sold the place to a new manager who turned it into a Chinese eat in restaurant.
The back wall of the place was bright red, and a long dragon painted in traditional festive colours of gold and green wound across the face, it’s head facing the kitchen door as if the steam which appeared whenever a waiter opened the door, where being blow from the dragon. A customary good luck cat sat near the tips jar, waving at the customers and a fish tank the size of the wall ran along his left, filled with a multitude of sea creatures Ryo couldn’t name. Imitation lantern where strung to the ceiling above, only to have their light outshined by the main box lights which where spaced evenly between them. The place was obviously not the most authentic Chinese food place, but it beat the self serve buffet you saw around the city.
As the menus where brought out, they each picked up their own, discussing what looked good and what didn’t. Ryo had been here before and always ordered the same thing, but he faked thinking about ordering one dish or another before at last picking his favourite. Offering that Alice might get the same when she couldn’t decide.
Alice granted him a smile as the waiter returned to jot down their order and vanish away again, Ryo tiled his head with his own curios grin. “Yes?”
“Nothing” she said, though obviously hinting at something. He looked behind him briefly, suddenly noticing the woman walking table to table with a basket in her hands. She was carrying about fold out fans, as oppose to the roses which some people sold at cafes and the like were couples went for dinner or lunch. The woman caught his eye and wondered over. “Would you like a fan,” she said specifically to Alice, knowing that while no man would want one, his date would obviously wish for one, and unless he was some sort of moron, would be obliged to buy it for her. Alice looked quickly at Ryo, biting her lip. Damn these venders where good, and before Ryo knew it, he had brought one for Alice.
The fan was a pastel purple-blue satin , with a shimmery oriental character printed on one side. Small birds of the same material drifted across the outstretched fan.
“Don’t you think it’s beautiful?” Alice remarked looking over it again once the dealer had left, with a good profit Ryo thought. Alice handed it to him so he might get a better look.
Dinner was pleasant, Alice was good company and seemed very polite. Though she kept on bursting into a giggle fit whenever the wings on the ‘stone’ twitched and she would enjoy looking at it when he brought it out. Ryo would have just left it on the table, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was watching him eat whenever he left it there too long. At least his date didn’t seem to notice.
Alice arched her back gently when she at last laid her chop sticks on her plate to show she was done. Ryo had given her fake compliments on how good her skills with them where, and how he was such an oaf for not having the talent to do so himself. Ryo really couldn’t use chopsticks, but he didn’t find the ability to use them so much of a talent.
The same waiter who had been serving them all evening strolled over once more, this time with a more pleasant smile on there face than any other time they had come out. Obviously they were carrying the bill, and hoping for a tip. Ryo paid, adding that tip the waiter was hoping for, before as a last gesture to impress, Ryo and his date were presented with two fortune cookies. Alice was delighted, practically gasping with surprise. She twisted hers open right away, and urged Ryo to do the same.
“A secret admirer will soon send you a sign of affection,” She read out loud, looking at Ryo with suspicious eyes. With her encouragement, he opened his own, teasingly going at a deliberate slow pace. He thought Alice was about to start jumping up and down she looked so anxious.
“Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you have for what will come.”
Ryo shrugged. “Want to keep it?”
Alice just shook her head, disappointed his wasn’t as romantic as hers had been.
Ryo walked her outside the restaurant until they eventually reached her car. She looked as if she was feeling awkward, but it was fairly common occurrence for Ryo and he casually reached down slightly to kiss her on the cheek before telling her good bye and how they should see each other again. It was a short but nice parting and he stayed by the curb until she could no longer see him in her rear view mirror.
The egg he had been carrying around twitched it’s wings slightly, as if it too where saying goodbye to the woman who had found delight in it all evening, but that was nothing compared to the sudden jostle of movement he got when he passed by the restaurant again. Ryo almost fell off balance. From his bag he pulled the egg out for what seemed the hundredth time that evening. It’s wings seemed to twitch, as if they were trying to get him to stop, which had in fact, done rather successfully. “Yes, yes I’ve stopped. Now what?” He asked in a slightly annoyed tone. He didn’t care much for being nearly tripped up and then getting commands from something which shouldn’t speak. It seemed to recognise his tone, and settled down significantly, before flapping only one of it’s wing in a back wards direction.
It seemed to Ryo that the wing was pointing to the souvenir stall which stood by the front of the restaurant. It was a great novelty among tourists and on new years day. A teenaged girl of oriental decent was sitting in a fold out chair behind it, reading some sort of magazine, clearly thinking she would have no customers tonight. Her head looked up with disinterest when Ryo crossed over to her stand holding the egg in his arms. Splayed out on the table lay more oriental themed goods. Perhaps the woman inside was her mother. More fans, cup and ball games, luck charms, three legged frogs, chopsticks for eating on one side, chopsticks for hair styles on the other. Both clearly marked so customers would know the difference and so the girl wouldn’t have to spend her time defining them to every customer who stopped by. Though neither of these things seemed to be what made the egg become so jubilant, it was the small kokeshi dolls which made it flutter. Ryo eyed the wooden dolls peculiarly, careful not to pick them up in case the teen suddenly decided to pay attention. He looked down at the price tag sceptically, and then into his wallet. He sighed, picked up one of the small dolls and handing it over to the girl, along with the last decent sized note he had left. The change was minimal.
“You’re lucky I’m a softie,” He said light heartedly in conversation to the egg.
It remained silent, but the flicker of wings did not go unnoticed by him.    Three new items have been added to Kashya's Inventory
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:44 am
From The Ashes She Rose. ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
Reserved
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:57 am
Don't Let The Daylight Keep You Down . ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
A Roleplay at the Cake Store
Eager to tempt the nocternal Fae outside during the hours of daylight.
Kurios Takes Kashya to a sweet cake store, and runs into an outgoing
little Ashe child, with hair as fluffy as the cakes for Sale.
Read More.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:15 am
Dress Shopping. ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
Although Kashya had yet to complain, Kurios knew that the poor little girl’s legs must be hurting by now after standing still for so long. Even some of the most poised or eloquent models began to feel the horrible feeling of jelly legs while they stood waiting, as their Taylor pressed in pins and made adjustments to dresses on them.
Kurios was standing with Kashya in the back room of the store, keeling down and playing with different lengths and shapes for the dress he had designed specifically for Kashya. Kurios had taken her into the store with him for the night, determined to finish the basic outline of her dress, and would work on finishing it throughout the week. Home would have been a more comfortable place for Kashya, but all of Kurios’s material’s and machines where all here.
For lack of any decent sized cloths to fit the little girl, Kurios had been allowing her to run about in some return flower girls dresses he had lying in the store. Most of them had just been returned for petty reasons which, while minor, meant he wouldn’t be able to sell the dresses again. Things like an irremovable stain just on the waist, or they had been on display so long, that it was pointless to keep them up, and they were just waiting around to be thrown.
‘Good thing I didn’t’ he had he thought upon seeing a few of them were about the right size for Kashya.
For fear of leaving her at home by herself, Kurios had brought Kashya into the store with him a few times and let her rest on one of the sofa chairs the store had. Often she caught the odd compliment from customers on her sweet appearance. But regardless of how adorable or princess like Kurios thought of her in them, Kashya never seemed to care much for the garments. Though she never spoke of it verbally, it could be seen in her passiveness that they were not her ideal attire. It had struck Kurios as odd to say the least. As far as he knew, little girls were meant to be into frilly things and lace.
So, like any good person, he went about trying to find something which was more to her taste and liking. Ranging from the casual look of skirts and charming T-shirts to the gothic Victorian look. He made a design sketch for each and every style , but nothing that really seemed to make her eyes light up. So it was, as he sat watching his darling Kashya play with the sweet wooden doll Ryo had purchased for her, before she even knew what Ryo looked like, inspiration hit him and that sweet little wooden doll became his new muse.
The designs went over rather well with his ‘client’ and Kurios promised he would make the dress for Kashya. Her eyes had been so sweet as she looked onto his final designs, running a small tentative hand over each drawing as if they were each a masterpiece of unnameable value. It was the first true insight he had gotten into his little girl.
Kurios had given himself two days off work specifically so that he would be able to work efficiently. He slept during the daylight hours, so that he could work with more ease the time of night which Kashya could be awake for. For he would need her for measurements and to check her sizing.
Kurios applied the last pin, not wasting time to get up off his very sore knees, and telling Kashya it would be alright for her to get down from the small stool he had her standing on top of. She took Kurios’s had, using it to balance as she set herself down, and let go of it to pace into the front section of the store and over to the large mirror so that she might view herself in the dress.
Kashya looked closely at the reflection of her form in the looking glass. It was her own. She knew it was hers by the familiar dark ringlets of hair which crowned her, and the tanned hue which favoured her complexion. She watched as she breathed lightly in and out and as blinked consecutively in the mirror. All this, and yet she could still not believe that was her own reflection. It was not out of vanity or modesty that she could not, it was simply out of awe for the garment which she now wore. Although incomplete, she could not help but marvel at the craft Kurios had put into the wear. It would have made even the most conceited of women stop to glance back. Her eyes met with Kurios’s in the mirror and she peeked at him from her cerulean eyes. Eyes filled with awe and thanks and admiration.
Kurios had watched her totter over to the mirror, and from her reflection, he knew she loved it. The blue colour scheme sat well against her skin tone matching her hair, and the long sleaves fell effortlessly. If it hadn’t been for her movement, they would have fell limply to the floor, yet somehow, she knew just how to hold and move them so that they never grazed the ground, even as she stood stock still. He smiled at her in the mirror.
Once his eye was caught, Kashya smiled back at Kurios. But it was not the timid smile which she held so often. The smile was much more effortless, and stretched to her eyes, lighting them. She laughed lightly in her jovial mood, before frolicking back over to Kurios. “How do you make such clever and beautiful things Kurios?” she asked, still smiling as she not done before.
While taken back by her, Kurios answered as best he could. “Wanna learn how? I can show you if you want,”
Kashya nodded contentedly, showing her wish to find out how such arts could be done.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:28 am
Company For Dinner . ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
A Roleplay at Home
A quick note scribbled on the fridge and the arrival of a
woman Kurios has never met before. Yes, this could only be
the work of Ryo's hand. While Kurios has never met 'Cindy' before, He
welcomes her into his home. Trusting his friend's judgment, and
his word that she may know something about Kashya.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:43 am
Glittering Skies On The Hilltop . ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
A Roleplay in the Hills
Star gazing can be a great activity of the night. Lying on
blankets, looking up at the sky, getting that feeling of
insignifigance as you look upon the heavens int their infinity.
Until a little girl decides to yell out, and an unfamilier blonde
comes running over. Oh well, new friends are sure to pop up right?
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:20 am
Fairytale Stories. ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
Once upon a time there lived a girl. She was no stronger, nor faster, nor fairer than any other. The girl lived with many, many people, in a place both far and near to where all of her family came from, in a place where man had never stepped. The girl had a mother, and a father whom she loved more than any being she had found in the universe and was content. She never feared, never wept and never felt alone. She knew only the joy and love which she lived by, and which all she knew lived by.
Over time, the girl grew. Her hair fell in longer tresses, her hands became longer and more nimble, her stature became taller and more shapely. Still, she was not stronger, nor faster, nor fairer than any other girl.
One day, a woman came to her. She was the most beautiful woman that the girl had ever seen.
The woman sat down besides her and said to the girl.
“ Poor little thing,
You’re life’s on a string,
And you are too foolish to realise.
If you went out there,
It would give a scare,
Of how little you know of this world
Uncover your eyes,
Look away from the lies,
Take my hand and follow my lead.
If you never glance back,
You’ll find what you lack,
And discover something quite new.
Come ‘way with me,
Together we’ll leave,
I promise a life filled with joy.”
Wishing only to expand her knowledge of the world, the girl left with the beautiful woman and was highly rewarded for her venture.
The woman took her to a palace, filled with more of her kind than she had ever know, and each was as friendly as the loved ones she had left behind. The palace held parties regularly once a month, inviting all to enjoy the merriment which celebration brought with it. The girl lived here for many a months, making friends with those who basked in the palace, and called it home. Her life was even more joyous than before, and she could not ask for a single want.
But after the celebrations died down, and the parties faded to an end, there was nothing left. No friends, no dancers, none to be merry with. Only the beautiful woman who had lead her to the palace.
“Tell me fair being,
To where have all the friends I have made disappeared?”
The beautiful woman, laughed merrily at the girl, seeing her distressed state, causing the girl to only feel more foolish than she had already.
“Gone to the winds,
Gone to the skies,
Gone to prepare for the next celebration.
Gone to where ever it is that their lady has called them. As you should be too,”
Replied the beautiful woman, patting the girl’s head affectionately.
“But I do not know where it is I am called,” Replied the girl. Worried that she had been forgotten.
“Did I not promise you joy?”
Asked the beautiful woman again, smiling only to soften the poor girl’s worried tears.
“I am the Lady, and you have not been over looked. Cease your sobs and I shall give you a calling as well. One in which you may learn more than any other,”
The girl dried her tears at once, waiting to be given her call.
“You are to care for my garden, and keep it shinning for the next celebration. It must be at its brightest when you return here at the next celebration and be merry with your friends once more, before you leave again to tend to your calling,” The beautiful woman took the girls hands and kissed them lightly, then placed a last kiss on her collar bone. “These are your callings, wear them with pride and know what they are. For they mark you as my guest and shall gain you entrance to this castle,”
The girl thanked the beautiful woman once more, and ran off to join her friends in preparing for the celebration.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:23 am
Day Dreaming. ________________________ [ x.X.x ] It was cold out here, but not unbearably so, occasionally when she was away too long, the cold began to touch her skin lightly and sent an unfamiliar warning to her system that she needed to get warmer. It felt almost foreign. At least there was no wind to make her shiver, though the Goosebumps which kissed her skin and slid up her arms were even clearer in the light.
Idly, she contemplated the events tomorrow would bring, the event that it always brought once a month. The festivities, which had seemed so glamorous to her, had begun to pale each month, as a feeling, this feeling, began to solidify inside of her. While the parties were wondrous, she would rather be here, much rather be here.
“Don’t think of such things,” replied the being to her thoughts. Arms slid around her shoulders, resting on them at the elbows. “I don’t wish to hear such thoughts,”
The being pulled her closer, a reassuring atmosphere about the gesture. The thoughts disappeared, and all she could feel was warmth, disappearing over a road of silver and jade.
Kashya gave a cry of pain, as the light which fell through her curtains streamed into her eyes, ripping them open uninvitingly. Her arms fumbled about, pulling at the sheets which encased her.
The sunlight did not affect her physically, but it was an annoying pain she would rather avoid. No matter how much she could struggle, it would not result in the sun disappearing.
She threw the covers off, almost too quickly to be real, and crashed over to the door. Her hands pushed unsuccessfully at the handle a few times, mewing Kurios’s name through the wooden door, only to remember it was push, not pull a few seconds later. With an uncalled for ferocity, she pushed forward the door, almost hitting a clearly very worried Kurios. His expression was filled with alarm as she stood in her doorway, clearly confused and frazzled; she looked positively horrified of something.
Kurios picked her up in his arms within seconds, and began cooing things to her without thinking. She was vaguely aware that the two of them were headed back into her room. Kurios placed her down on her bed, quickly brushing at her locks with his fingers. The sun was still bright, but she felt the initially shock of waking up to it wearing off as her mood adjusted. She threw herself under the blankets, as she should have originally done, and stayed there, waiting for the shock to go away.
She felt Kurios’s uncertainty for a moment, as he deliberated what to do next, and she closed her eyes tightly as he pulled the covers over, and joined her so that they were at eye level across from each other. His concern would have been startling to her, were she not too preoccupied with the sobbing which seemed to be ripping itself out of her chest in loud bursts.
Kurios waited patiently as she continued to cry, doing what he could to let her know he was there. At last as the sobbing began to lighten into mild hiccups, did her bewildered gaze meet his.
Kashya’s eyes looked into Kurios’s, not sure what would be the right thing to say, and for the first time ever, she spoke what she was thinking, instead of contemplating over it as she normally did. “Do you know where the sun is sitting?” she said, trying to maintain a normality in her tone. The look she received from Kurios was confused.
“Do you mean what the time is?”
She nodded, swallowing back another sob which threatened to break out.
“Nine in the morning,”
Oh, that was why she had reacted so badly to the sun. This was her equivalent to falling asleep at midnight, and being woken again at three am by having a torch shone in her eye.
Kurios offered her a glass of water, which she took, more so that Kurios would feel as if he was doing something for her, than for her own good, and he went to fetch it.
She rubbed at her eyes, scratching at the dry feeling which began to form under some of the tears. When Kurios got back he would want to know what it was that had made her become so distressed. But how could she explain it, when she knew little of it herself. The warmth had felt almost angelic in its purity, and part of her wished she had not woken, but a bigger part of her had felt distraught beyond all belief, an inconsolable grief so expansive she feared it would be her only thought for eternity. Just recalling it made her close her eyes and cringe. But it was fading now, leaving only the gaping hole in her thoughts, thoughts she felt could not be her own. They didn’t feel her own. The dream had terrified her, made her feel so horrified and alone, she never wanted anything to do with it again.
She was pulled away from her escalating doubts when Kurios pulled back the covers, holding the glass of water. She blinked a few times, squinting as she did so. “Kurios,” she whined, forgetting again, to really think on her words. A smile pulled over the man’s lips, but it seemed pained, like he was trying to make a bad situation somehow better. It hadn’t hit her that that was exactly what he was doing. “You’ll have to sit up to drink,” he said, resting himself next to her. “Unless you want a straw that is,” he said, half joking, half serious. Anything to make her feel better. She waved away his suggestion, and sat up to drink, tipping the thin rimmed glass to her lip.
She was still tired, but she wanted to stay up to finish her glass and thank Kurios. Then she could sleep, she knew the dream would not be back, not soon at least.
Her lashes felt like lead, and her conscious spun, reminding her once again that it was not her in control of her own sleep patterns, as the familiar feeling pulled her under. Her head fell back, lying against the pillow, eye sliding shut as she failed once again to stay awake.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:20 pm
Rain, Rain, Go Away... . ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
A Roleplay at Mireille's Home
After their meeting with Mireille and Julien, the three decicde
to meet again after a short week so that the sleeping Kashya,
may properly meet the white headed boy who greeted them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 3:21 am
In The Bag. ________________________ [ x.X.x ]
“You’re not too bad at this, just need to keep the thread in a straight line, see,” Kurios pointed to the spot where her needle had started to trail off the white chalked line she had ruled out on the small piece of fabric. As promised, Kurios was going to help Kashya learn some basic sewing skills, just like she wanted. Not long after the dress fitting, Kurios had brought home a selection of sample fabric pieces for her, and let her select her favourite material before going out to find some basic patterns that she could create something with it. The fabric she had chosen was a midnight blue, she seemed to favour that colour, and made of cotton. But then again, he had only supplied her with cotton options. No use giver her anything else, It might have been too elastic or too stiff.
Kurios found his ideal pattern, was the drawstring bag. Basic, but would give her something of practical use as well.
Kashya was wearing they very dress he had been making for her that night, finally finished, as they sat in the center of the lounge room at eight o’clock at night. Ryo was in the house for a change, just sitting in his room doing whatever he did in there, but it was a nice alteration to the normal pattern of his ever absent presence. He had even come in and gave Kashya a bit of recognition. Something which he hadn’t done since she came out of the blue egg. Though he still seemed reluctant about her in everyway. Perhaps he though Kurios would force Kashya on him if he started getting close to her.
“Like this Kurios?” a soft voice came, pulling him of his train of thought. Kashya had pulled out the stitching right to where he said it had started to change direction, and had threaded it back to the center line. Kurios nodded enthusiastically. “Got it! Sometimes it’s hard when hand sewing, because even though you have the chalk line, the thickness of it still gives you enough slack to make mistakes like that,” Kashya nodded, before continuing along the line, weaving the needle and thread in out of the double layers. She had already sewn one side of the bag, and was working on the bottom.
“What are you going to do with the bag once you finish it?” Kurios question, wondering if she would use it to store things she found, or give it to someone even. Kurios perhaps, or maybe one of the Ashe children she had met? Kashya was silent a minute, but he couldn’t tell weather it was because she was focusing on the bag, or thinking over his question. Finally, she finished the line she was stitching and began the last wall of the bag before answering. “Pull it apart. Then, Start all over. Until it looks just how I want,” Her tone held no trace of jest, and her voice made it sound matter-of factly. As if any normal person would do that. “Oh,” was all Kurios could say. It’s not like he could stop her, it was her hobby to do what she wished.
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