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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:33 pm
Neitsabes The man smiled, seeing her respects towards him, he always loved being respected. Neit was about to bow to her in return, and offer his name, but she was quicker than him and asked a question about a cat. His smile turned into a confused look as he glanced up to the ceiling while searching his mind for a memory of a cat. "Sorry little one, I haven't seen one around" He said in a sort of sad tone, estimating that it was her cat she was looking for. Children could be considered one of his weak spots, alive or dead. He always loved their innocent kind of aura around them. Upon having answered Cerise's question, Eleanore turned her doll-like face up to the man, plump lips pursed into a faint line."I suppose Jingles is upstairs keeping Elizabeth company then...or hunting mice... " And then she sighed in a rather depressed fashion. In her weakened state there was not much she could do. No stuffing ghosties in jars, no pushing a chair across the room to make a woman shriek... nothing!! All she could really do was just stand there and make conversation-- not that she minded of course. It had been almost a century since she'd been able to speak to another besides her own brother, let alone a living soul. "Thank you anyway, kind sir." She offered the man another weak smile before dropping into another curtsey, fingertips pulling at the pinafore and skirt of her dress slightly. He seemed nice enough in Elly's eyes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:37 pm
Sanguinary Reik ((He does. it's his box. He named it Steve! and he lives in it 3nodding )) (( so why does it say 'reik's box'? O.o; so confusing!))
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:37 pm
AnqeIicDemise If she had any blood to make those alabaster cheeks blush, Eleanore's face would have turned a rosy pink. Instead, she simply hung her head a bit, a sheepish smile on her face. "Indeed, mademoiselle." Cerise immediately felt awful, noticing the girl's embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she said earnestly, "I didn't mean it in a bad way! I just think... Well, that's the coolest thing! I've never actually met a ghost before! I love the supernatural!"
Ok, that's not helping... "Umm, actually, what I meant was... Well, supernatural is a good thing! In classic romantic literature, the supernatural was thought to be the greatest thing man could experience, a strengthening of the soul..." Cerise turned pink, quickly changing the subject. Noticing the use of "madamoiselle," she remarked hurriedly, "Parlez-vous francais?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:39 pm
Finally, Ikue walked out of the lobby and went outside, wondering what Bertram was up to. Ah, so much has happened last night. Right now, she kind of felt like being an outcast, thinking she was the only human being in this place. It made her wonder what it was like being a spirit..
She let out a small sigh as she continued to walk, making her way over to the Haunted House. Ikue walked past the cafes and restaurants, as well as some of the rides.. and the arcade. The next thing she knew, the young girl was standing before the Haunted House. Her sixth sense suddenly became active, picking up the strange and evil aura coming the house.
The girl stepped back and shuddered, but also felt that the house was beckoning her to enter. Ikue took a step forward, but stopped, hesitating. It didn't seem like a good idea to go in there, sensing how evil its aura is, but felt that someone in there was calling for help. And did anyone live in there?
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:42 pm
Neit bowed at the waist, as the girl took the tip of her dress in her fingertips. My, she is so polite The ancient being thought in his complex mind. He quickly noticed Cerise, being as nice as she could be. Though the girl was nice, it wouldn't go pass the fact she was french.
Oh how that language burned his ears. The shady figure's eye twitched at the french girl spoke in the language he hated, asking a question. He just stoud there for that moment, his face not changing from a big smile, since he didn't want them to think he was a bad guy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:45 pm
][Hmm, I keep imagining Gackt in a silver black diablo, even though such cars are illegal in Japan..e.e; What the Hell. xd ][
The sound of an engine could be heard roaring like a feline about to furiously attack. Virtually invisable in the darkness of the night, the headlights of a car could be seen as it blurred down the old roar leading to Jekyll de Hyde, well above speeds of 150mphs, well above.. Behind the nearly invisable car lights of red and blue could be seenflashing about as well as sirens.
As the automobile passed under the last street light until Jekyll de Hyde, it became what it was. Painted a glossy black, it was the newest modle of Lamborghini's Diablo. With tinted windows which nearly reached black, the chase would continue!
However, this was Jekyll de Hyde they were reaching, the cops would last long. They didn't want any part of the evil spirits! This.. Mysterious racer had not only outran the cops, but drove them to a point of them not wanting to follow anymore. Was he planning on going to Jekyll de Hyde to escape the hands of the law?
You got that right! The police whuch couldn't slam on their breaks, causing the group of five cars to swirve, and come to a stop. The person in the twilight colored car kept on going, however. Well beyond the gates of the Hell on earth which was known as Jekyll de Hyde.
However, as a second passed, he too would hit his breaks. Swirving elegantly, a cloud of dust woulkd be kicked up outside as the black diablo stopped. As the dust cleared, the engine was shut off by a simple twist of a key, and the door opened. Naturally, these were no normal doors. The car as a Lamborghini for goodness sake! Instead of turning off to the side, the figure inside lifted the door up, and finally the person would step out.
Standing barely under 6 foot tall, it was definetly male.. And although he appeared skinny, the fact was that he simply had a small frame, he was actually rather built. Although his neck wasn't as far around as his head, although he wasn't some gym fanatic, he did have muscle.
Dressed in nice clothes made from silks, if the million dollar car didn't say it, the clothes did. This particular male.. He had money, and lots of it! He looked familer, very.. Very familer. Who was this mysterious man?! Who was this mysterious.. Mysterious.. And.. Very handsome man?!
He would give an arrogant grin, beautifully full lips twisting. Before he would slide his keys into his pocket, he would lock the door which eventually closed on his glossy diablo. Finally, from there the tall, brown haired, gray eyed young man would pass through the broken doors of the hotel, and move on to the front desk inside of the lobby.
He had this aura around him. It wasn't evil, it wasn't even strong. He was obviously not a demon, but instead.. Human! But this arua, he was acting as if he'd owned the place.
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:46 pm
Hanakami Cerise immediately felt awful, noticing the girl's embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she said earnestly, "I didn't mean it in a bad way! I just think... Well, that's the coolest thing! I've never actually met a ghost before! I love the supernatural!"
Ok, that's not helping... "Umm, actually, what I meant was... Well, supernatural is a good thing! In classic romantic literature, the supernatural was thought to be the greatest thing man could experience, a strengthening of the soul..." Cerise turned pink, quickly changing the subject. Noticing the use of "madamoiselle," she remarked hurriedly, "Parlez-vous francais?" "Oh please, don't get her started on that gibberish!" The distinctly boyish voice came from behind the reception desk where he'd been hiding for the past ten minutes, eating a chocolate bar... or at least going through the motions of it."She speaks it too fast for me to understand and gives me a headache. Besides...its not like we're going to go anywhere else so what's the point?" Yes, yes, he was being a pain in the behind. Why? Because now he was the one with power and Eleanore's threat about stuffing him into a pea jar were void until further notice. Besides, the romantic language bothered him. Mainly because he'd been a complete idiot when it came to the lessons and found the pronounciation excrutiatingly hard. Besides, his intolerant, totalitarian step-father had put an end to the lessons almost from the beginning. Only girly-men speak French in my presence!
Years after death, young Theodore could still hear Pa's voice in the background.
He reached the young girl's side, his own blue eyes fixing upon Cerise and then on the man Elly had been speaking with. Sure, he was a little more brazen and rough compared to his twin but even he had some manners. "Theodore Peterson-Smith... I see you've met my sister" As he spoke, his left hand fished around until Elly's right was clasped about his. It felt too weird being separated from her for too long.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:49 pm
((It's not labeled. It's in a big ol' grid of boxes where they keep room stuff... right in the center.))
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:50 pm
(( Damn you Jouji, always pulling at my softness for bad boys. xd -dies-))
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:52 pm
AnqeIicDemise (( Damn you Jouji, always pulling at my softness for bad boys. xd -dies-)) ][Mwahahaha. xd I had this idea in my head. "I want to play a character who knows he could have any girl he wants, I want to play a character who could very well, possibly, have any man he wants if he tried hard enough.. I want a powerful character, who was talented in just about everything." And then.. "GACKT!!! =0"][
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:53 pm
AnqeIicDemise "She speaks it too fast for me to understand and gives me a headache. Besides...its not like we're going to go anywhere else so what's the point?" Yes, yes, he was being a pain in the behind. Why? Because now he was the one with power and Eleanore's threat about stuffing him into a pea jar were void until further notice. Besides, the romantic language bothered him. Mainly because he'd been a complete idiot when it came to the lessons and found the pronounciation excrutiatingly hard. Besides, his intolerant, totalitarian step-father had put an end to the lessons almost from the beginning. Only girly-men speak French in my presence!
Years after death, young Theodore could still hear Pa's voice in the background.
He reached the young girl's side, his own blue eyes fixing upon Cerise and then on the man Elly had been speaking with. Sure, he was a little more brazen and rough compared to his twin but even he had some manners. "Theodore Peterson-Smith... I see you've met my sister" As he spoke, his left hand fished around until Elly's right was clasped about his. It felt too weird being separated from her for too long. "Well, it's your lucky day, then! Je ne suis pas francais, mais je parle un peu." She quickly interpreted, "I'm not French, but I speak a little. Basically, I can carry on a tiny conversation."
The warmth with which he treated his sister brought a smile to her face, and carrying on the formal mood, she said cheerily, "Theodore? Charmed, I'm sure. Je m'appelle Cerise Amour. But you can all me Cherry, if that's alright with you. It's really sweet, how much you love your sister. Not too cool to hang out, huh?" It occurred to her that she couldn't possibly be older than these people by more than a year, and due to the fact that they were dead, she was most likely younger. "So, um, are you twins?" she hazarded, "How old are you?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:54 pm
Neitsabes Neit bowed at the waist, as the girl took the tip of her dress in her fingertips. My, she is so polite The ancient being thought in his complex mind. He quickly noticed Cerise, being as nice as she could be. Though the girl was nice, it wouldn't go pass the fact she was french. Oh how that language burned his ears. The shady figure's eye twitched at the french girl spoke in the language he hated, asking a question. He just stoud there for that moment, his face not changing from a big smile, since he didn't want them to think he was a bad guy. Again, Elizabeth lowered her gaze in such a fashion that one could almost imagine her face to be a crimson hue. Damn her brother, he could be such an idiot at times! Tactless, brute, idiot of a boy! Normally, it was around this time when a familiar gust of wind would pick up and things would rattle in place as Elly's temper soared. Today, however, she would simply clear her throat and chew on her lip as she fought back the urge to slap Theodore upside the head. There was not much else she could do.
Elly mumbled, swallowing her pride, saphire orbs on the man again. "I apologize... Theodore can be rather...tactless."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:57 pm
(( xd Sorry if I'm not RPing much.. I went kind of brain dead with Ikue at the moment. o.o; I was also thinking of bringing in my newly made goat/human boy person, but there's already a bunch of new characters here, heh. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:58 pm
( You know, it's really hard to type a post with fifties music blaring. <.< Not to mention all of the color on the page. )
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:59 pm
Beh Bear (( xd Sorry if I'm not RPing much.. I went kind of brain dead with Ikue at the moment. o.o; I was also thinking of bringing in my newly made goat/human boy person, but there's already a bunch of new characters here, heh. )) ][xD Good point..-Pat, pat.- It's no big deal. And indeed, the fun music of the 50's is distracting, as well as all the colors blurring around on the page. It take a little while to get used to.][
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