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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:19 am
lover, I am… tears finally spilling over she desperately tried to restrain the urge to scream. try as she might to remeber something...anything about herself, she couldnt seem to recall anything that had happened to her before waking up in this strangers arms...but then again was he really a stranger? something about him felt familiar but she couldnt remember who he was or anything about him, and the same went for herself, she couldnt recall who she was, what her name was, where she was or how and why she got there or anything that was going on scared and shaking all over she fell to her knees sobbing softly before looking up into those brilliant sapphire eyes and softly replying..."i dont know whats going on...i dont know anything, i cant remember...i have no memories!"…LOVELESS
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:10 am
She'd pushed him too far. So if thats how it was then thats how he'd play. However she seemed to recognize him if not for more than a moment, the flicker in her eyes saying how she wanted to remember yet could not.
"Have no fear, no harm shall befall you within this room." He couldn't admit it, didn't want to say he had no idea what was going on either. And why anyone would to this to her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:45 pm
im like a butterfly… "where is this place anyways? is this where i live? or is it someplace else?" reaching up her arm to wipe away her tears she attempted to get a grip on herself and the situation, breating slowly to calm herself after her initial fright. looking into her strangers sapphire eyes she asked softly once again "who are you?"…pretty to look at but hard to catch
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:36 am
Acknowledged her pain with apathy now as he wasn't going to deal well with this.
"I am Lord Crovax and you are my servant. Since you don't feel well you can return to your room or rest here since you're already here as is." His voice indifferent now, knowing Snow could hear him yet the other girl was probably tunning him out. It really wasn't his fault her creator did this to them yet she was going to give him hell for it regardless. What was he supposed to do now? Be indifferent, kill her, let her suffer, or actually care? Either way someone was still going to suffer...
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:23 am
[[forgive me for my long absence...i moved and alas was unable to take my computer with me to my new home ((though it wouldnt have mattered since my compter broke right before i moved)) im on a library computer right now, but may not have constant access to a computer for still a longer while... if you still wish to continue this RP let me know and ill do my best to get online as much as i may but if youve had done with both me and this RP i completely understand and apologize for not managing to inform you of my impending absence before its occurance.]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:02 am
Life happens, do what you need to do. Still willing to continue with the roleplay. How did your computer break? As in hardware or software issue. Even if it could be saved it is someone else's problem now I suppose. Respond when you can.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:29 pm
[[ok i remember that the concept behind this story is that i was originally a little girl until i was taken an turned into a science experiment by my "creator" and that in order to save me you have to figure out my last name to help me regain my memories... or at least thats what i had written down in my diary! its been so long that i only have a vague memory of the story... though i do strongly remember snow's character... hopefully thats enough to pick up the pieces though plz don't be mad at me if the story winds up zig zagging in a different directon than it started at!!!]] snow... the girl could remember that that was she was called... snow... looking up at the man holding her... no he said she was his servent... that would mean this man was her master... "my master?" she asked faintly before fainting dead away in his arms.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:19 pm
It bothered him that his natural response was to be cold and cruel as was his nature. It hadn't before, or at least he'd always shoved that emotion down. Now...at this moment that same said emotion refused to be ignored or pushed away. That same emotion revealed itself through his power as the room grew cold the water freezing the sprinkler system above breaking yet the water came out as frozen, the pressure of his anger and frustration shaving away at the broken pipes causing it to rain down snowflakes...the physical representation of her given name...if he could speak at this moment it would this physical representation...
Unfortunately that pressure could be felt as a heaviness about the room yet above his head as it rose. At least this way she would not be hurt by it only he felt it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 10:02 pm
i would like to be the butterfly... snow subconciously felt the temperature drop but this only helped to make the dream feel more real. in the dream a little girl was trying to build a snowman bu she was too short to get the head on top. a man came out of the house and lifted the little girl up so that she could perch the head on top of her snowman, the man set her down and began to clap telling her that she did it. the dream made snow begin to cry and she woke to tears streaming down her cheeks, looking up she realised she was being held by the man who is her master. the girl sat up and kowtowed her head to the floor in front of him, "forgive me my master, for any indescretions that may have occured due to my fainting... and um... not remembering who i am..." the girl sat there with her knees folded underneath her and her forehead planted firmly on the ground, afraid to lift her head and see what emotions her masters eyes held. confused and afraid, the girl snow waited for her master to react... hoping that he was'nt mad at her. ...because nobody suspects the butterfly
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 2:38 pm
Nothing was said only his gloved hand against her cheek as reassurance. For if this physical display of emotions could be that expression upon his face each snowflake or flurry would be tears. His eyes were so light that the iris' could not be seen as it was an involuntary reaction of his power so used to it that he often forgot what others saw. If there was any punishment he couldn't bring himself to follow through with any she seemed so miserable as it was.
Whatever the cause of her fainting was it would be best to avoid it.
"Whatever your lost memories are, I cannot help you...its not my brain that withholds from me."
And it was true, he couldn't help her even though he desperately wanted to...what would trigger a good memory?
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:22 pm
snow held her hand over her master's hand against her cheek. at this point she was shivering but ingnoring the cold looked up at her master, "i'm sorry... i do'nt remember... but i promise to always obey you... i promise so please, please do'nt throw me away!" snow finally looked up at her master begging and pleading to him with the the sorrow in her eyes, terrified of being abandoned again...
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 3:23 pm
When Snow turned her head upward she would see the white eyes, the irises almost gone, a white blue so light from his sorrow. Yet the expression of sorrow was there. Why did she think he would toss her aside? The temperature had long since stopped dropping and was slowly rising, the snow flurries soon becoming water which that too stopped after a few moments.
Removing his hand Lord Crovax finally spoke.
"If you think you are so easily tossed aside then feel free to leave. Otherwise stay." Walking away towards the armoire stopping long enough to pull out two sets of clothing. One for him which was placed folded on the edge of the bed and one lain out for her.
"I tire and must prepare for bed."
Replying as he removed his gloves before heading towards the bathroom. If her own -nightgown or pajamas as it were- were not proof enough then Snow was free to leave his bedroom then and there.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:46 pm
snow understood the silent implications and rose from the floor. walking over to the bed she pulled her blue dress off over her head and allowed it to fall across the bed next to the clean pajamas. picking up the light blue tank top and pulling it over her body, marked everywhere with scars, she then pulled on the pale blue pajama shorts and reached out to fold the dirty dress. finally she removed the white socks and gloves and replaced them with the clean ones that had also been laid out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:14 am
The bathroom door was left cracked open as by the time Snow was finished changing running water could be heard shortly followed by steam. To be able to sleep properly or gain any sleep hot water was required to keep his body warm long enough for at least a few hours. Not many liked how his bathroom was done for the fact it was built to be like a sauna, to withstand vast amounts of steam and hot temperatures even while the rest of the room remained "room temperature" or cold. The flurries were gone and whatever they landed on had long since dried.
Crovax had not told Snow to stay where she was, in fact she was free to wander the room if she pleased while waiting. One of the personal attendants to Lord Crovax knocked on the door before opening it a moment later to leave a small wheeled cart laden with food.
His metabolism changed enough that it often required alot to keep up or maintain and at worst he would go days without anything. However this time over half of it was for Snow as the kitchen had been instructed to make what they thought she might like. There was a reason for this kindness and if a suspicion was behind it in her mind she was right...too bad Crovax couldn't figure it out being as he was in denial. The noise of running water ceased yet the steam still poured out from the open doorway.
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