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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:46 pm
Alex didn't say anything,she just kept her head down.She sighed,"You...didn't do anything...it's just me." she said quietly.
((well,I'm going to sleep.I have stupid Florida Rights tomorrow.It a stupid test.anyways,goodnight))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:48 pm
Jack waved lightly at the Red Queen, his head suddenly feeling light. He staggered to a wall, noticing a familiar man with white hair. His eyes looked non-existent with what appeared to be a blindfold beneath his mask.
"Gestalt," he whispered, grabbing his doll by a shoulder. His body was tired after so much physical work. "Let's go back to our quarters."
Gestalt grabbed a hold of Jack's arm, supporting his body. The doll could barely understand the strange heaviness in his head, the same kind of feeling he got every time Jack would threaten him.
"Come then," he murmured, guiding Jack out of the ballroom.
"Ah . . . yes," Raven said, waving lightly at Marcie.
He smiled, sitting himself on the ground and taking in the smell of many roses. His smile didn't leave him, knowing now that he and Marcie were officially lovers.
"Yes, that is true," Victor whispered, still stroking Elizabeth's cheek. "If we cannot go further than we are . . ." He gently moved Elizabeth's face closer to his, making them millimeters apart. He smiled gently and breathed on her lips, "Kiss me once more."
((Tammy, wanna hug Zack? LOL! He likes hugs! ^^ ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:50 pm
Marcie gave raven an apologetically smile "I'm sorry, I'll be right back" she said as she walked with Matt to somewhere they couldn't be heard "Where is Ashle?" was the first thing she asked after they where out or earshot.
((the third person thing is because most of us have more than 1 character hehe
edit:good luck buncha))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:51 pm
((yaaa!! *runs up and glomps Zacky-san*))
Matt shook his head, "I was going to ask you." His voice was trembling. "I danced with her....I never knew she could dance so well....and then we broke off at the end of the song...I haven't heard her since..." he said in a quiet whisper.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:53 pm
((i'm gonna follow Buncha. I wasn't feeling good today and I have Physical Training for ROTC tomorrow. Night ya'll))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:59 pm
((okay, g'night))
"She probably went home" Marcie said sighing, was that all matt had come to ask? "I guess she hasn't gotten over 'Matt's' death" she said looking at matt coldly, she was telling lies for him already, she was not going to babysit his girlfriend as well, Ashle was strong and she probably was with Alex anyhow, she should have no troubles.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 8:16 pm
Well sorry guys for kinda going third there. It's kind how I am used to writing since I try to be the character. So I apologies once again. sweatdrop Thou I shall be getting off. Big day tomorrow. I'll try and post more tomorrow. Night everyone!! heart
*Zack returns Tammies Hug* ^_^
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 8:30 pm
((oh, don't worry, i was just explaining why we do it, you can keep the first person thing if you like, just as long as you have just one character, i really don't mind, i can get used to it -.- good luck on your day))
"My pleasure" Elizabeth said while smirking before kissing victor's lips once more, she closed the gap softly, languidly exploring victor's mouth with her tongue, keeping the passion at bay but enjoying the feeling of it all the same, it was a kiss to be enjoyed but only that.
((edit: i moved Elizabeth's reply in case you didn't see it where it was before and so that this post would not be empty))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:34 pm
Victor's hand slowly moved down Elizabeth's neck and to her back. Her long silver hair was soft, yet sharp, as if there were needles hidden in her hair. Still, he ignored it and focused on the kiss.
Their tongues played as his hands explored her back and waist, avoiding any spot on her body that would excite her. This was enough for him at the moment. This was a kiss that Victor knew was exclusive to people who cared about each other to a degree that very few people could comprehend. He had kissed many women in his life and had kissed Cosette quite passionately, but somehow there seemed to be a fire between him and Elizabeth. A warming fire seemed to connect their hearts, placing their vitals in synchronization. They had become one, they were whole, sharing their fiery energies.
"She's more stubborn than I thought," Jack muttered, placing his mask on his dresser. "She's headstrong, but still a lady." He undid the fastens on his jacket and slid his arms out of the sleeves.
Gestalt kept his lips pressed shut as he undid the knot of his mask. He knew what was to come. There was no stopping his master, even in Jack's weakened state.
Jack placed a hand in his pocket, gripping onto a cold, metal object. His back faced Gestalt as he withdrew this object and slipped his hand into the sleeve of his shirt to fiddle with a holster on his arm.
"Remove your gloves, Gestalt," he murmured, slipping a knife out of the holster. "Remove your jacket . . . and your shirt as well. I wouldn't want to stain yet another uniform with that 'blood' of yours."
Without a word, Gestalt slipped his gloves off and began working on the fastens of his jacket.
Slowly, Jack turned to face his doll, one hand bearing a lighter and the other a long knife. His pale blue eyes scanned his doll. Gestalt's body was indeed a scarred mess. He could barely remember how clean Gestalt's body was when he first received him. Now, Gestalt's alabaster skin was decorated with a series of wounds.
"Happy unbirthday, Jack!" a tall, hunched man shouted, his eyes shadowed by his top hat as usual.
A twenty-one-year-old Jack Sirshosim sighed, placing his glass of Vexation gently on the table. "Lewis, you know yesterday was my unbirthday too," he said, annoyance somewhat evident in his voice, "And the day before that . . . and the day before that . . ."
Lewis cackled dryly. "Oh, Jack," he laughed, "Normally, I treat you to a drink on your unbirthdays, but Carroll and I have decided on getting you something that you will truly enjoy! Now, follow me!"
Sighing once again, Jack shook his head. "Sometimes, I wonder if I should keep returning to your house," he said, laughing lightly and getting to his feet.
Lewis walked with a slight limp to a small oak door. He placed a hand on the door, his rather long, black fingernails clicking on it. "Prepare yourself, Jack."
Jack crossed his arms. "I'm prepared," he said, tapping his foot.
Another dry cackle escaped Lewis as he placed his hand on the door knob.
"Happy unbirthday, Jack!" he shouted once again, opening the door.
Jack's jaw slowly dropped as he noticed what appeared to be a man slumped inside the closet. His body was bound in what looked like a very long and wide black ribbon. His eyes were closed and his chest was still. He was dressed in a clean black suit. Even his feet wore neatly tied black shoes.
"L-Lewis . . ." Jack whispered, "A . . . a doll?"
Lewis cackled quietly. "Yes, Jack! A doll! And in mint condition! It's still wrapped the way the doll maker puts them on the shelf. I know most men like having a female doll, even though dolls don't have any sexual organs, but they say a female doll provides them with emotional comfort-"
"Lewis," Jack said, cutting his friend off, "A doll? But . . . why? Why me? These dolls are . . . .they're expensive!"
"So what?" Lewis said, as if nothing were wrong, "It's a gift for my dearest friend, the only one that has stayed friends with me the longest."
Jack eyed the white-haired doll that laid motionless in the closet, the corners of his mouth now pulling into a smirk.
"How do I wake it up?" he asked most sinisterly, breaking the brief silence.
Lewis produced another dry cackle, beckoning Jack forth. "Let's have a look." Lewis picked the doll up by its shoulders, propping it in a sitting position. He turned to Jack with a smirk, his eyes still shadowed. "Well," he said, the stitching and scars on his lip moving in a grotesque manner. "Do the honors, Jack. It is your doll, after all."
Jack faced the doll, excitement coursing through his veins. Immediately, he undid the ribbon at the doll's side and the now loosened ribbon fell.
The doll's pale fingers twitched, causing Jack to flinch.
"Talk to it," Lewis whispered dryly, his lips twisted in a rather excited smirk. "This is his name." Lewis handed Jack a slip of paper with neat black writing. Jack eyed the paper.
Congratulations. If you are reading this, you are now the proud owner of one of my finest dolls. Emotionless, obedient, intelligent, and beautiful, your doll will forever serve you until you die.
To awaken your doll, simply undo its ribbon and call out to it.
Your doll's name is
Jack raised an eyebrow at the strange name. How was he to pronounce it?
The doll's fingers twitch once more.
"Wake up," Jack said quite audibly, "My name is Jack Sirshosim. I am your master . . . Gestalt."
The doll's eyes opened almost immediately and it peered into Jack's pale blue eyes. The doll's eyes were narrow, amber, and lifeless.
"Greetings, Master," the doll said, his voice deep and blank, "I am Gestalt, your doll, your servant forever." Gestalt placed his hands on the floor and placed a knee down. Once propped on one knee, Gestalt placed a hand on the left breast of his jacket and bowed his head. "What do you require, Master?"
Jack's lips curved into a smile that showed his line of teeth. "Take off all of your clothes . . . and sing me a song . . . while doing an eccentric dance."
Lewis turned immediately to Jack, his scars twisted with the look of disbelief on his face. "Jack, what in Wonderland are you-"
"Yes, Master," Gestalt said, standing on both feet and immediately working on the buttons of his jacket. "Do you have any particular song in mind?"
Jack stood back from Gestalt and laughed. "A song . . . sing me 'You Are Old Father William'."
Gestalt dropped his pants, causing both Lewis and Jack to gasp. Indeed Lewis was correct; dolls were genderless.
"You are old, Father William," the young man said," Gestalt began to sing, forcing tune into his dull voice as his feet and arms moved in a wild manner.
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
Jack and Lewis shared a hearty laugh.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Lewis shouted, clapping wildly for Gestalt.
Jack eyed his dancing, singing doll with a sinister smirk on his face. He is indeed obedient. I am going to enjoy this doll.
Jack grabbed a hold of Gestalt's cold wrist, placing the tip of the knife to his forearm. It was time once again to put his doll in his place.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:41 pm
Elizabeth pulled away after an eternity too short, she was a little reluctant to be the one pulling away but as she was the on top it couldn't be helped "ah, i guess we have made them wait long enough" she said smirking as she brushed her fingertips against victor's lips, she wanted to claim them again but had serious doubts about her self control at the moment so she decided against it.
((WOW Serene!! love jack's memory, specially the name of his friend XD))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:59 pm
((LOL! THANK YOU! 4laugh ))
Victor snickered, looking at Elizabeth with foggy eyes. Once again, he stroked her cheek gently.
"Do what you have to, Elizabeth," he breathed, kissing her fingertips. "But do come back quickly. There's something I must tell you, something I discovered inside of the black room."
Elizabeth's eyes were so beautiful up close. He almost felt lost in her eyes, lost in her presence. It's like she is what keeps me sane . . .
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:19 am
Elizabeth snickered a little before placing her head to victor's chest "I don't want to go" she whined in a childish tone hugging victor's neck before placing a soft kiss to it, she really didn't want to get up, being against victor's body felt so comfortable even if the floor was not the most comfortable spot she could think of, for some reason it was like she just wanted to be spoiled at the moment, even though she knew she couldn't.
victor's words couldn't reach her ears at all, something he had discovered on the black room? what did it matter now that her was out of that horrible place? elizabeth sighed and got up to her feet, she made sure all her clothing was on place and combed her hair a little with her fingers, she hadn't been careful so she ended up prickling her finger, she wondered how had victor managed to avoid them but didn't placed that much attention to it and headed for the door, picking the dress on her way there, she opened the door and got outside closing it right after, she looked at Ten sleeping nearby, eight no where in sight, he probably had taken up on her word and got back to the ball, she looked at the dress once more and made sure Henry was not around before staring to undress and placing the dress on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:48 am
Maria snuck away from the party, drinking her now obviously spiked drink. She went to a balcony in which she could relax and not hear the whining and pestering of any unhappy nobles. Maria leaned against the railing, her arms folded on top. Maria began to sing a soft lullaby to herself, which sounded almost whimsical and full of cheer despite the look of utter boredom on her face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:19 pm
(Whoa, Serene...you sure made Jack an evil b*tch...(excuse me for the profanity, but 'tis true...) I love the way you wrote his memory O_O
Zack, it's okay to write in whatever style you're comfortable in, but it will be cool to check other things out cool )
Eight opened the door, a gap wide enought to peek through.
"Your majesty, the coast is clear." He bowed, going out of the infirmary.
Hopefully, luck will be on their side tonight.
Amy heard some rustling in the woods that roused her consciousness, leading her to open her eyes and look around.
Who or what could it be?
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