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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:21 pm
(goodnight, Tamwynne! Sweet dreams! heart )
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:22 pm
Marcie cleaned a different wall and placed some useless papers on the floor before starting to paint in careful and slow motions, it was a smooth and lazy movement that ensured the paint would be equally distributed, she looked at Ashle and smiled at her energy and at the way her wings rustled and moved naturally with her movements, it looked as if she had had them forever, she giggle as she saw her feathers almost go in to the can of paint by the third time but miraculously missed at the last second, it was so amusing she almost forgot to do her own job.
((I think i will wait a little for nobody's reply))
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:37 pm
(it's alright 3nodding I have to go anyways...have a good night, exel, everyone! heart )
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:38 pm
((nighty night!! i just want to see gestalts response to amy/ten being there))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:30 am
Ashle was enveloped in her own thoughts. She held the brush tightly while she painted. She thought, Why did it have to be Matt? Why couldn't one of the others leaders have been caught. WHat was he doing when he was caught? Did he have a death wish? Was he planing on it? Why, why would he think that I wouldn't come here to find him. As all of these questions raced around on the track that was her mind, her painting became slower, more deliberate. As if she was trying to figure it out with each stroke of paint. She now didn't notice her wings. They were so light on her back, she could barely feel them. It was like wearing glasses. She stared at the wall, her strokes somewhat erratic on flat surface. Just like Matt, she thought, tears forming again. She wiped them away with her sleeve, not wanting Marcie to see. If I'm going to run this place, she thought, I'm going to have to be strong. I have to hid my feelings. I have to not feel anything except for what happens to the tea shop. My tea shop, now. Well....Marcie's, but I think she's going to let me say it's mine...
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:20 pm
Marcie had finished painting the wall without any drop of paint hitting the ground or her suit, it was pretty amazing considering that she couldn't use watercolors without getting dirty... she had used one of the few unbroken chairs to reach all the way to the ceiling, the place didn't have a very tall ceiling after all, she prepared the area for the next wall, the one where the door was and began painting "I think I'll go to the castle on the afternoon, would you like to come?" She asked thinking she might inform the queen of the hatter's decease, she was not very likely to be informed, was she even on duty already? Maybe also visiting raven when she was there, would he be in the castle or would he had already been dispatched to his next mission?
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:26 pm
((Once again, sorry for the delay. >_<
Exel, true. I just thought that "Vexation" would be a sexy name. sweatdrop ))
Gestalt covered his eyes and averted his gaze to the Ten.
"Ten of Hearts," he murmured. "The Jack of Diamonds should have known that you're not suited for this mission. I checked your medical record."
He raised his gun, aiming for the Ten of Hearts.
That b*****d . . .
Victor reached to the knife he dropped, aiming it at the Jack of Clubs. First, the king, and now the Ten. She may be a traitor, but she has come for me. I will deal with her later.
He threw his knife into the Jack's wrist but gasped when the Jack of Clubs showed no reaction.
Gestalt tightened his lips. It hurt, but he was more worried about the thick, black fluid that was now dripping from his wrist to the floor.
Raven stood still outside of the black room. There was noise in there, a lot of it. As an Ace, he didn't know if he should be stepping inside.
I just wanted to say goodbye to the Ace of Hearts. I suppose his execution is already going on. I'll just have to wait out here and bid farewell to his corpse.
((Waiting for an opportunity to make Jack and Siyu talk . . .))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:04 pm
((XD i didn't discussed the sexyness of the name, just that those drinks usually have between 4% and 12% of alcohol which is not much... unless you have low tolerance hehe))
nobody panted a few heavy breaths before he could take on Amy's words and reason them, it took even longer before he could understand the actions being preformed in front of him, the man in front of him... this jack of clubs or whatever... he was not a normal person, a normal person would have been confused by his actions, a normal person would have had a reaction to the pain of being shooted on the eyes and of being cut with a knife... what was this... this... this thing! "what are you?" he asked not believing his senses at all... what was that black liquid emanating from that thing's body?
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:04 pm
Ashle looked at Marchy and nodded. "Yea, I guess..." She had paint on her face from where she'd wiped her brow. She looked at the wall, which almost complete. She stretched. She smiled at Marchy, "Thanks for the clothes...but I had to cut slits for the wings...I was hoping that you could make some for me that went over them easily..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 3:33 pm
((Ah. I'm not too sure about my tolerance. I think I have a fairly high tolerance. xD))
Victor stared incredulously at the Jack of Clubs. Whatever was pouring from his wound certainly wasn't blood. Human blood wasn't thick and black.
Just . . . just what is the Jack of Clubs?
"What am I?" Gestalt said monotonously, removing the knife from his wrist and keeping the expression on his face tranquil. More black fluid dripped from his wound and was left on the knife.
"Whatever I am is none of your concern, young man. Just how did you manage to stay standing after seeing into my eyes?"
Gestalt knew that his eyes were something that practically no one could handle. One look in his eyes not only maddened their victims, but they were the key to unlocking all the truths he needed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:02 pm
((err...everyone's offline...))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:29 pm
((Not anymore, dahling! 8D))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:34 pm
((ya ya! hey, can Ace talk to Henry? Henry's feeling lonely...))
Henry looked at Matt. The boy had been sitting at the table, staring at a tea cup. He was rubbing the cup for its warmth. Henry walked over, "I have to do some business stuff. You wanna come with?" When the boy didn't answer, he sighed. "You can't blame yourself, Matt. The lord'll fix this all in time.." He walked out of the house and headed towards the back of the graveyard. He picked some flowers by the tree that was there also.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:40 pm
((note to self: find out serene's tolerance to alcohol one day XD))
Marcie smiled and didn't stop painting as she turned her head towards Ashle "I would love to make you some clothes" she said trilled at the idea of playing dress up with a pretty girl, it looked like ages since the last job she had on her store "Do you have any ideas in mind Ashle, Dear?" she added turning her view to her job barely on time not to drop some paint on the floor, she needed to concentrate more if she didn't want to 'case more troubles to the store... painting the floor was not good.
Nobody smiled weakly, if he was not receiving answers he was not giving any "how did I manage... to stay standing... after seeing into your eyes..." He groaned a little, why was speaking this painful? "is none... of your concern either" He said with as much arrogance as he could between the heavy breaths that forced their way through his lungs, his heart felt like it would stop at any moment from overwork but he was not ready to give up yet "why don't you go..." he continued unable to stand from his knees "do us a favor and die?" he added bitterly groaning loudly again, what was up with his body? how could just a pair of eyes cause this much pain? and why was he friking challenging that man again? had the pain caused his mind to go insane? he was in an obvious disadvantage... this was no time to be arrogant... why couldn't he think properly?
((i don't know how to describe the effect of gestalt eyes -.-; i fail...))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:48 pm
((YOU DO NOT!!))
Ashle looked at what she was wearing, "I don't know. I've always kinda fancied the old three piece suits from the 20's." She shrugged. She looked at the walls. "I think they need to dry before we do anything else, Marchy....And I need a break...It's really...hard right now." She tried to smile at her friend.
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