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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:24 pm
OoSherrill_KamelotoO *glares coldly at vincent* are you courting my beloved sweet princess?? myria: i'm well thank you, and how is such a cute girl as yourself doing?
-decides he's better off answering straight- Yes, sir. I am. I find your daughter the most lovely, charming young lady. I've been trying my hardest to give her anything which pleases her; even if it means my death, I shan't hesitate to fulfill her every whim.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:24 pm
well, i'm off now....
*glares at vincent again*
i'll be watching...i'll be around quite a bit more now that i know someone is out to steel away my cute daughter
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:25 pm
OoSherrill_KamelotoO well, i'm off now.... *glares at vincent again* i'll be watching...i'll be around quite a bit more now that i know someone is out to steel away my cute daughter
*urk* >>.....
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:25 pm
road@: no boyfriends....ever...
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:26 pm
Vincent Devereux oORoadOo Vincent Devereux Quote: Her father stood, rambling a bit at the door about how he wished for the death of the human more than anything in the world right now, Road stood behind him, her head down and she stayed quiet, not wanting to make the situation more stressful than it already was. The more stressed out her father was, the more hesitant he would be to allow any sort of relationship to continue between herself and Vincent.
As he hesitantly rang the door bell and mumbled his last bit of grievances, the door opened, revealing a quiet well mannered and groomed butler. "Are you the b*****d that wants to take away my baby!?" He tackled the butler to the ground and began to punch him in the face until his face was no longer recognizable......
Road ran towards him and pulled him away, tears in her eyes. "Father!? What have you done!? I LOVE HIM!" She weeped as she layed over the man's mutilated body. "I hate you! I never want to talk to you ever again!"
His heart shattered into a billion and one pieces and he died on the spot, the instant those words left her mouth....
He snapped out of his reverie, just as the door opened, he coughed a bit and and introduced himself, "Good Day, I am Sherrill Kamelot, I believe that a Mr. Vincent Devereux is expecting my daughter and I for tea today." He held his head up high, If this guy wants my little girl, he's going to have to fight me long and hard for her.
"Ah yes, my Lord, please come in, I do believe Mr. Devereux is waiting for you in the foyer." The butler opened the door wide and bowed as Sherrill and Road entered.
Vincent was waiting just inside the entrance hallway, in a small room with coat rack and such, halls leading off in all directions. He looked directly at Sherrill, making a point not to put any attention on Road for the moment. Acknowledge the man first, and then you may greet the lady...
"Ah, Lord Kamelot, how nice to have you for tea this evening," He bowed his head to Sherrill, and spoke to the butler.
"Gary, would you be so kind as to take Lord Kamelot's coat for him? I'm sure he would be most grateful."
Gary took Sherrill's coat for him and hung it on the rack, taking up a deep red robe and holding it up for Sherrill to put his arms through.
"I'm sure you'll find that most comfortable, sir." Vincent smiled jovially. Only once he was sure Sherrill was happy and well did he turn his attention to Road.
"Ah, Miss Kamelot, how very nice to see you as well," He smiled at her and bowed, ordering Gary to take her coat for her as well.
"I trust your journey was well? If you're not too terribly weary, I thought we could take a stroll through the gallery before retiring for tea." He addressed Sherrill.
Though Vincent didn't show a lick of nerves, his stomach was churning like the rush of the ocean waves. I hope this is alright...I don't need any mistakes. Please let this be alright...
"Yes Father....that sounds like an excellent idea." She agreed with a small voice and a nod, still taking care to not speak as much as possible. Her big mouth could ruin all of Vincent's hard work, and he was doing well so far too.
Waiting for Vincent to take the lead and show them around, Road stepped back, as did Sherrill, who now had begun to pull Road closer to him by the hand, so that he could keep his eyes on her. "So, Mr. Devereux, do you live in this mansion all alone? You don't seem quite old enough to own it all on your own..." He trailed off in his question, wanting to get as much he could from the foreign lad.
(( *melts under sherrill's wrath* gonk XD ))
So far so good...
"Excellent, this way, sir--oh--Please, do call me Vincent" He led the way to the gallery. "As a matter of fact, I do indeed own the mansion myself. This was once my parents' summer homes. They left it to me, along with their vast fortune. Unfortunate as it was, they passed only two years ago..," he trailed off.
"Here we are," they entered the nicely lit gallery. There were lots of paintings done by well known artists, mostly still life. None of them were all too intriguing. However, in a small corner of the gallery, there was a collection of more interesting paintings. They were all images of things that were quite impossible; Illusions. At the bottom of each painting, a small, familiarly loopy signature could be seen: Vincent had done these himself. They were all quite wonderful, or so they had always been said to be by anyone who had the good fortune of seeing them. Vincent wasn't at all sure that Sherrill would see them nearly as fascinating, just for the sake of being disagreeable. He held his tongue and waited Sherill's opinion, ready for a fresh fire of questions.
Road took the opportunity and gave Vincent a small smile as her father stared at the artwork. So far so good! You're doing great Vincent~
Sherrill, who had caught a small bit of movement out of the corner of his eye, stood back up and eyed the boy, "It's too bad that artists make a small amount, if any at all, of money.....fortunes, no matter how vast, don't last without something to help sustain them...."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:27 pm
Vincent Devereux OoSherrill_KamelotoO well, i'm off now.... *glares at vincent again* i'll be watching...i'll be around quite a bit more now that i know someone is out to steel away my cute daughter
*urk* >>.....haha *laughs playfully at vincent* daddy's watching
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Lavi bookman the exorcist
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:27 pm
*Cries in the corner and huggles her plushie* T.T
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:29 pm
Blue-Devil2 *Cries in the corner and huggles her plushie* T.T
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Ghost-it Notes Vice Captain
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Lavi bookman the exorcist
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:31 pm
*sits in the corner and plays, the sound of the notes filling the room*
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:31 pm
Her Silhouette Blue-Devil2 *Cries in the corner and huggles her plushie* T.T *Huggles her plushie and writes in white*
They killed of Kakashi Hatake on Naruto T,T
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:31 pm
Those eyes...Who do they belong to....?
-Chaos;HEAd
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:31 pm
OoSherrill_KamelotoO road@: no boyfriends....ever...
@Devil: Welcome home...and we need to shoot at the artist of Naruto for that....
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:35 pm
Ish terrible! WHY!!!!???? crying
Edit: *Srsly wants to cry right now*
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:35 pm
Quote: ((heheh...it can only get worse better XD)) Sherrill took his time to politely stare at the collection and stared at them with dull eyes until the last few caught his attention. Calling Road over so that she may look at them as well, "Aren't these interesting..? You painted these yourself Vincent...? They're very good, you have alot of talent..." He trailed off as he continued, truly, admiring the paintings.
Road took the opportunity and gave Vincent a small smile as her father stared at the artwork. So far so good! You're doing great Vincent~
Sherrill, who had caught a small bit of movement out of the corner of his eye, stood back up and eyed the boy, "It's too bad that artists make a small amount, if any at all, of money.....fortunes, no matter how vast, don't last without something to help sustain them...."
"Yes sir, they were inspired by a dear friend of mine," He returned Road's smile when Sherrill wasn't looking and quickly straightened his face when Sherrill backed up.
"These in particular I would never sell, but it is a terrible shame I can't get much for some of my other paintings. It's a good thing I've got that publishing company, I suppose." Vincent couldn't help but flash a small smirk at trouncing Sherrill's attempt to thwart him.
Vincent was nowhere near running out of money. He had vast amounts in savings, as well as stocks and bonds. Not to mention, his absolutely thriving publishing company so mentioned. He was so well suited to support a wife and family, that is was absolutely impossible to find any fault.
"Shall we retire for tea?" He smiled cordially at them both, showing the way. He hummed a little under his breath as they made their way to the tea room.
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