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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 8:11 pm
Monday June 06, 2005
I came upon a rather interesting place today. My sister has spoken of it many a time but I never truely found the time to check it out myself. It is indeed a wonderful place, and one I might care to frequent now and again.
They do have some rather interesting artifacts about the place, necklaces, mirrors, the like. You know the sort of thing that really tends to catch me eye. There is this one piece though, and amethyst necklace, that particularly called out to me. Perhaps it was the color, I don't know. Purple is a darling color to be sure, but I'm not usually one to be draw to large flamboyant jewery. Maybe it's a piece ment for me, who knows?
I think I shall go back another time, see what I can see and check up on this necklace, maybe the shop owners can tell me more about it.
~Messiah
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 9:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 3:27 pm
 
I really can't believe it took me this long to find the time ot return to the shop. Things truely have been terrible as of late, family matters, school. I guess I simply lost track of time.
So yes, I returned to the shop. it was rather quiet, I really don't know where everyone was at the time, maybe in a meeting or some odd thing, but I went to look around. Of course I was curious about that necklace. (I have to admit I was afraid they had sold it.) What I found in place of that haunting piece though, startled me and amased me all at once.
He was sitting there, yes I said he. Pale and perfect, and watching the television. Of course I knew just by listening what was on the screen, Interview with a Vampire. It sort of made me chuckle to think of this boy watching such a dark movie, but then he turned and looked at me.
Looking into his eyes was like looking into a deep hole. One so dark, so mysterious that you tell yourself if you get too close you will fall and never come out. I knew then why he was watching this movie, he was part of it. He was in it. That same darkness that the movie emits was present in those eyes.
He gave off that same engery the necklace had, calling to my heat and becconing me to come near. Who was I to refuse? I walked over to him, kneeling on the ground and starring into the screen. "You enjoy this movie?" I asked him. Just that simple question, just asking him that one thing, and the darkness was gone, his smile lit up his face, lit his eyes and that dark energy seemed to fade. "I do.." He told me. I think I like this boy. I'm going to beg and plead to take him home with me.
~Messiah
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 7:34 pm
Sunday July 09, 2005
My new mother is a darling woman. The way she came to me with little a thought or care, giving into me perhaps far faster then I expected my chosen to. I truely think the bond between us is great, which is certainly something I can feed on. That and the fact that I can tell she finds me attractive, not a bad bit of information to have over a guardian.
The room prepared for me is something I would have picked for myself. Dark, but elegant calm. I think this woman has won my heart allready.
I wish to remain in this room for a long time. The silence is such a sweet and seductive sound, I think I could truely live my life in silence and be pleased. Though, there is my need to play, music. An artistic paradise, a dark canvas and a window to my soul is what this haven will become. It's best I start the plans, fixing this room shall take abit of time.
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 7:02 pm
Solo Role Play Log
Days now the young companion had spent in his room. Messiah had not the least clue what he could have been doing, in the truth be told she was nearly scared to find out. She was downstairs in the kitchen preparing dinner. Spicy chicken and rice was on the menu for tonight.
~*~
Just up the stairs from the living room Vincent continued to delight in his solitude. He had long since finished with his room, the well dressed bed and windows now resting slightly shreaded. There was a deep need in the boy to ruin the perfection that his guardian had prepared for him, Vincent happy to live in a less then elegant chambre.
Pale skin lay on the bed, nothing but a short, plum-colored robe draped over his thin body. In his arms he held a toy, a doll really. The poor item torn and damaged much in the same manner as the room was.
Had there be anyone else been in the room they may have been startled by the expression on the boy's face. Emptiness, a complete lack of feeling as he ran his long, thin fingers through the toy's hair.
A cool brewze tugged on the ends of the tattered curtains, spilling the slightest bit of light and warmth into the cold, musky room. That fact did not delight the boy at all and he moved with a near inhuman speed to pull the curtains closed. "Curse he day and the light it brings with it." He smiled at the remains of the curtains in his hand, the light filtered through them giving the room a blue tint.
Cold, empty eyes turned to look at the room. Shifting, remembering each little thing as if to make certain nothing had moved. He shifted his weight and moved toward a small black case.
Even as the boy's fingers brushed the leather there was a soft knock on the door and the sound of things moving. "Go away, I'm not hungry." It had been this way for the past few days now. He would remain in his room, she would bring him food, he would leave it there. Why change now?
The soft sound of rumbling came from the deepest parts of Vincent's stomach. Hmph, well maybe he was hungry after all. letting his fingers slide from the smooth leather surface, he moved, with a fluid grace, to the door. It wasn't for show, he simply did it. The lightly placed his ear to the door, waiting until the soft sound of footsteps faded back down the stairs. Then, and only then, did Vincent risk opening the door and carefull dragged the tray of food inside.
~*~
Messiah had waited at the foot of the stairs, her eyes casted upwards at the door to her new "son's" room. A smile as bright as the moon lit up her face when the door opened and closed. True it was only a small vistory, but one none the less. Vincent would and could be reached, it would only take some time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 8:16 pm
Though I have been posting little in here, that is not to say I have been doing the same. My room, if you can call it that, is now fully to my liking. It took a little less time then I had originally thought, but I am pleased. It seems that this woman that took me in, my 'mother' as I so affectionatly call her, has wonderful taste, not only in clothes for me, though that does seem to be her strong suit, but also in gifts and other such things.
I guess she could be guessing, she did find a few of my things in the shop, surprising enough, that, but she has also been so kind as to buy me a brand new cross, and also and sword. I guess this is mostly ment for display, but should I need it, I see no reason why it could not be used for other reasons as well.
Aside from mother's constant attention, things have been rather calm. I guess I expected more upon arrival, but that is in fact vanity run amuck. One should never be vain, tis a sin, and one I do not wish to add to my record.
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 11:07 am
First impressions are allways the best, or so I seem to think. And, I have to admit I have been making a few. Of course that is not to say that I have not been impressed myself.
There was a party at the antique shop awhile back, yes yes, i know, party and me together makes for a rather dull time, but in the end it turned out to be quite the amazing affair.
Though there were few people at this party, and although I refused to converse with nearly any, there was one girl that didn't seem to understand that. She was bright. Not bright as in brightness,but bright as in personality and intellect. She knew my music, something quite rare in this uncultured world, I have to say. It was like a breath of fresh air, truely.
There of course were other that gathered, none of them have as compelling as this one girl. Sure, they stared, they listened, though I do not think that the music touched them as it did this other girl. I do think she shall be one to look out for. there is a passion in her eyes, feelings, emotions that she is hiding and not letting out. Perhaps she would be a fun one to play with, see what I can see...
On a side note, a raven came to my window last night. I was playing my violin, some mournful tune that i cannot remember right this moment, and it rested on my sill. it was quite the strange thing, but certainly something that I will remember for awhile.
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:03 pm
Friday, October 21, 2005
I was invited to tea with Lord Sim. Of course you can tell that I was thrilled beyond all reason that someone such as he invited me to tea. Trueth e told if I lied anymore I would burn in hell for all eternity.
Mother dressed me for the affair. I honestly have no idea where the woman gets her fashion sense, but she does not know how the dress a man. I felt like a monkey in a suit. Thankfully Sim neglected to say anything till I brought it up.
I think I learned quite a bit about this man, his fantasies at any rate. Certainly not something that would fit the pallet of everyone, but to each his own. Being seduced by fabric and clothes is abit too disturbing for me.
On the other hand, the tea was like heaven. I will have ot learn exactly what sort he uses. It's gotta be better then that instant stuff my mother congures up.
~ Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:18 pm
Monday, October 31, 2005
Halloween. I had heard about a party going on for the antique shop. Unfortunatly this party left something to be desired. It was held at the beach, not my choice of placed, but I attended none the less. I think there were only four people there at he most, and they certainly were antisocial.
One girl did catch my attention though, and many others I might add. A blonde, not pretty by my standards but she certainly demanded attention. Perhaps I'll get to meet this girl in time, everyone else seems to know her well. Maybe this is the one that Kami was talking about? Hmph, well I'll find out sooner or later.
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 2:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 12:34 pm
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I truly have yet to understand the purpose of holidays. All they seem to do is make those around you act strange and give you much unwanted stress. Of course, maybe it's me, but I see it as a waste of everything I hold dear.
My mother has been running around frantically writting out Christmas cards for people she hasn't seen or talk to in a year and I really don't understand the point. If she isn't talking to them, why send a card? She says it is a friendly gesture, I don't understand.
She wanted me to learn a few Christmas songs on my violin. I guess it was good practice if nothing else. But on the whole this season is tiring. I don't think I will ever be able to appriecate it, or maybe I'm granting it all the time it's worth, who's to say?
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:02 pm
Sunday, January 8, 2006
I don't understand it. Things are, strange. Feeling, emotions. I did it, I sent her a letter. How did I find where she lived? I followed her one day, saw where she lived. There is something about this...girl...that captures my attention. It's a bother, and it distracts me from other things. I must be rid of it. yet, I don't know how.
Perhaps if I see her again, speak with her, I will begin to understand what it is that draws me to her. There is an answer for everything, even emotions. There has to be. I will not have my body and mind disobeying me just because some female manages to catch my eye, I am stronger then that, arn't I?
~Vincent Laroche
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:17 pm
Things do not seem to be getting any easier around here. I left my room for perhaps the first time in weeks only to find my mother dowstairs and a mess. She spoke of reading something, a song, a book, something that made her cry. It did not think it possible for such works of literature to have that sort of effect on a person. I allways found sound, music to be much more moving. But there she was, crying her eyes out on one of our expensive couches.
The sight of her laying there, how weak she looked, it made me want to run back to my room, lock the door and hide. This woman, this woman that is like a tiger raising me, that fights me to do what is right. She was crying...
What do you do in situations like that? I really don't know, but I just left her laying there, moved to get myself a sandwich and went back to my room. Am I regretting it? No. Regret is a pointless emotion left for the weak of mind and heart. I'm just trying to understand it all. Why was I scared? Was I scared? Those are questions for later, they don't matter, what does matter is my music, I have to perfect this sone before the night is out, that is my current plan.
~Vincent Laroche
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