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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:10 pm
(( Well its morning now, John made eggs and bacon. Max and Lu are making waffles. I don't really know what to post for John, since no one's really conversing with him. *shrugs* ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:27 pm
{{ HEY EVERYBODY! GOOD EVENING! lolz. well... so i found i found this guild that needs help. its kind of in its dying stage. and since i think everyone here is rp-obsessed like me (hehe) i think you could help me *chuchi eyes* could you plz apply for the guild and rp. Its a pleasant and over all has a lot of potential to be a good guild HELP ME! WOOT! i promised 100 posts by the end of the week. the name is: Vampire Kiss ((Vampire RP Guild!)) .}}
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:33 pm
Chapel combed her long and getting darker hair. It seemed to get darker as her mood changed. She sighed. It was hopeless. It always was. Her eyes dangerous yet respected. She looked down at her hands. So much bloodshed. She moved in the kitchen and the out the door. She sat outside for a moment. Alone.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:18 pm
The scratching of his pencil stopped as he could mentally hear his boss yell at him. Why? Well there are requirments angel's, no matter what rank, must reach. Never ignore others, help as much as possible, be polite, state the truth. That's it. John had more or less broken every one except lying. This was going to be bothersome. He closed his book and placed it in his pocket along with the pencil, hesitating to stand up. Johnny didn't dislike females, he was neutral among genders to be honest, but he still wasn't sure how to properly talk to one. He knew he could research all he want and not come up with a solid answer, he wasn't stupid. Quietly he stood up and walked out, grabbing a towel to wipe his grease covered fingers. As soon as he entered outside he turned back in to grab his jacket. It was ^^#$#$#)&(*^^@#@#@)$#^&@ ( <- John's thought ) cold outside. After making sure everything was zipped he went back outside, the winds not feeling so harsh. "Miss." He said with a nod before closing the door. He didn't want the heat to escape fromthe cozy inside he desperatly wished he was back in. Turning back around he noticed her hair was a few shades darker, but not quite the black he was searching for. "May I sit here?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:24 pm
Cascarones The scratching of his pencil stopped as he could mentally hear his boss yell at him. Why? Well there are requirments angel's, no matter what rank, must reach. Never ignore others, help as much as possible, be polite, state the truth. That's it. John had more or less broken every one except lying. This was going to be bothersome. He closed his book and placed it in his pocket along with the pencil, hesitating to stand up. Johnny didn't dislike females, he was neutral among genders to be honest, but he still wasn't sure how to properly talk to one. He knew he could research all he want and not come up with a solid answer, he wasn't stupid. Quietly he stood up and walked out, grabbing a towel to wipe his grease covered fingers. As soon as he entered outside he turned back in to grab his jacket. It was ^^#$#$#)&(*^^@#@#@)$#^&@ ( <- John's thought ) cold outside. After making sure everything was zipped he went back outside, the winds not feeling so harsh. "Miss." He said with a nod before closing the door. He didn't want the heat to escape fromthe cozy inside he desperatly wished he was back in. Turning back around he noticed her hair was a few shades darker, but not quite the black he was searching for. "May I sit here?" Chapel looked up her eyes. A gray with indigo centers, looking up at him. She wore nothing but her dress. It was sleeveless. She nodded wondering why he was out here in such weather. She smiled but not so deliberately. She moved her hands and whispered "Of course". Her voice not hiding anything. Not memorizing; she wasn't trying to impress him. She was trying to be herself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:34 pm
He sat down, keeping his hands in his pockets. he had no gloves, he wasn't used to temperature, not cold ones at least. Heaven had a very warm climate, never hot, never cold, cloudy with warm breezes, sunny with cool breezes. That was a perfection of the city he enjoyed. Of course she was wearing a dress with no sleeves and a cut on the side of it. How was she not freezing but him, a Seraphim, was sure he'd already lost his toes. Wings were insulated, and with six of them he would be very warm. But not if he was flying, no. Perhaps I won't fly then. The winds are biting rather hard. The blue eyes paused on her arm. "Miss, why do you have that tattoo there? On your left arm. Hm, I suppose a better question would be as to why you're not cold? In Hell you are unable to feel the temperature. Did you know that? " Better question yet, how did he know that? Jonathan had never been to Hell as far as he knew.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:42 pm
Cascarones He sat down, keeping his hands in his pockets. he had no gloves, he wasn't used to temperature, not cold ones at least. Heaven had a very warm climate, never hot, never cold, cloudy with warm breezes, sunny with cool breezes. That was a perfection of the city he enjoyed. Of course she was wearing a dress with no sleeves and a cut on the side of it. How was she not freezing but him, a Seraphim, was sure he'd already lost his toes. Wings were insulated, and with six of them he would be very warm. But not if he was flying, no. Perhaps I won't fly then. The winds are biting rather hard. The blue eyes paused on her arm. "Miss, why do you have that tattoo there? On your left arm. Hm, I suppose a better question would be as to why you're not cold? In Hell you are unable to feel the temperature. Did you know that? " Better question yet, how did he know that? Jonathan had never been to Hell as far as he knew. Her hair took another shade darker. Digging into the past was not one of her favorite things to do. But he was a scientist he was going to. She lifted her arm. The musical notes moving as she did so. "When i was younger i singed a song for both Lucifer and God. They both marked me in their own way. The notes i had singed for them were of life and death. Love and Hate. Only Hate and Love weren't pared together. Rather Love and Longing. Did you know that Longing is older than Love?" she said. "And yes i did know that in Hell you are unable. I was there once you know.." she moved her hair from her shoulder and pulled the strap of her dress down a bit. On the right side of her neck their was a unique symbol, marked on her; cursed. "I do not feel the cold." she said simply. She moved her strap back up and moved to face the snow again.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:46 pm
John watched as the design moved on her as she moved her arm. She had sung for God and Lucifer? But she had not sung while he was working. Yet singing a song for the Devil, his brow furrowed in concentration and thought. Somehow that just itched at the back of his mind. But once again, he had never been to Hell. Yet it made him feel like he should've already known that. "Lucifer, what is he like? From what I hear there is a new one, a female, but even God tends to have his problems with her since she is trying to do somethign he will not permit. I do not have all the details, I am always hopping dimensions so I catch whisps of conversation. Do tell more." He smiled, curious. This was just a story, not something worth writing down and getting frostbite on his fingers for. But Hell, that's what interested Jonathan the most. The little itch in his brain was saying he should know, but he didn't.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:54 pm
Cascarones John watched as the design moved on her as she moved her arm. She had sung for God and Lucifer? But she had not sung while he was working. Yet singing a song for the Devil, his brow furrowed in concentration and thought. Somehow that just itched at the back of his mind. But once again, he had never been to Hell. Yet it made him feel like he should've already known that. "Lucifer, what is he like? From what I hear there is a new one, a female, but even God tends to have his problems with her since she is trying to do somethign he will not permit. I do not have all the details, I am always hopping dimensions so I catch whisps of conversation. Do tell more." He smiled, curious. This was just a story, not something worth writing down and getting frostbite on his fingers for. But Hell, that's what interested Jonathan the most. The little itch in his brain was saying he should know, but he didn't. She smiled at the boy. She opened her hands for him. "My hands are very warm if you wish to hold them... i can sense that you are cold... Johnathan." she said not meaning it to be intimate. "Lucifer before; when he was an Angel. He was so beautiful. He was truly God's most trust worthy. I had never been to earth. I was just a soul. Who had a voice. God had seen me and asked me to stop. Something he asked so little to do. I stopped immediately. He told me to sing for him. To sing for him and Lucifer. And so i followed him. We went to a place where the walls were made of mirrors. The ceiling a beautiful painting. And the floor made of cloud. He told me to sing there. The three of us. But my voice echoed in the room...." she stopped and began to whisper. But the wind brought music to her guidance. As if god himself was watching over her.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7hrifHc_h4&feature=related
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:12 pm
"My hands are fine where they are." He replied simply. His mind zoned out slightly. As she spoke the itch in the back of his head got stronger. He should know this, he should definitly know this. But the Seraphim didn't. He was forbidden to enter Hell's dimension let alone get close to it. Mirrors on a cloud? He sat there as his mind started to hurt. The small itch bloomed into a painful hammering across his skull as she sang. He should know, but he had been an angel for God aslong as he could remember. But again, he did not remember much. As her song ended the pain dulled but refused to leave. "That is a beautiful song." He said softly. "But you did not answer my question on the recent female Devil we have."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:27 pm
Cascarones "My hands are fine where they are." He replied simply. His mind zoned out slightly. As she spoke the itch in the back of his head got stronger. He should know this, he should definitly know this. But the Seraphim didn't. He was forbidden to enter Hell's dimension let alone get close to it. Mirrors on a cloud? He sat there as his mind started to hurt. The small itch bloomed into a painful hammering across his skull as she sang. He should know, but he had been an angel for God aslong as he could remember. But again, he did not remember much. As her song ended the pain dulled but refused to leave. "That is a beautiful song." He said softly. "But you did not answer my question on the recent female Devil we have." She nodded. "I know of the Female. I have met her..." she said factually. "She was queen once you know. It was a while ago when her son decided to take her thrown so she could take on bigger roles... so to say." She caught a snow flake. "I know a lot about her i suppose." Chapel was very smart. She had been around for history to unroll. [[we are talking about my other characters right? just making sure... lolz]]
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:34 pm
(( You have a female character who rules hell? I have a female character who rules hell. We must take this to the pm's! ))
John listened curiously again. Now he wanted to right things down. But his fingers were warm in the pockets, hands themselves in fists to keep his fingers warm. The dullpain went back to a small annoying itch. "I was not aware she had a song. I haven't heard such things. But I have been researching for quite a while. It would make sense that I didn't hear anything." He sighed, watching his breath turn into frost before blowing away.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:41 pm
Cascarones (( You have a female character who rules hell? I have a female character who rules hell. We must take this to the pm's! ))
John listened curiously again. Now he wanted to right things down. But his fingers were warm in the pockets, hands themselves in fists to keep his fingers warm. The dullpain went back to a small annoying itch. "I was not aware she had a song. I haven't heard such things. But I have been researching for quite a while. It would make sense that I didn't hear anything." He sighed, watching his breath turn into frost before blowing away. Chapel watched Johnathan. She sighed her breath turning the air around them warmer. She spread heat around them. Warming them to normal temperature. "Why does it matter so much..." she asked him curiously. Her eyes looking up at his. Her hair growing darker.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:34 pm
Lulu smiled measuring other things they needed she was quick and swift and didn't mess up she took to walking quite well "so what did you do before you where here?"she asked
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:32 pm
"I just want to know." He said as though he were a child. "Is it wrong to ask questions? I enjoy learning new things Miss." He huffed looking away, wishing the warm away. Being cold would help his anger. "And you know my name but I do not know yours. it is rude to peer into another's head, Miss, Miss." He made a sound of frusteration before looking into the snowy abyss. They should probablyhead off soon. It must've been close to noon.
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