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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:27 pm
@Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:31 pm
oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..?
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:32 pm
Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..?
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:34 pm
oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..? I have 2 done, but it's hard taking pictures. >3<;
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:36 pm
Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..? I have 2 done, but it's hard taking pictures. >3<;
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:38 pm
oORoadOo Vincent Devereux oORoadOo Vincent Devereux 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.
When they reached the room, and as they were invited to sit, Sherrill rushed forward, and offered Road a seat, pulling it out just for her, and gently sliding her underneath the table, before taking a seat himself, beside her. Road looked between the two, now wondering what would happen next between the two.....
"So...Vincent, tell me more about yourself...you prove to lead a very...interesting lifestyle......carefree no doubt.....a good and nice...sheltered life." Sherrill said, calmly.
"Sheltered?" Vincent looked at Sherill quizzically, "On the contrary. I left home when I was only thirteen. I must admit, I was a bit of a rebel in the earlier days of my youth. It was only four years ago, but it seems like an eternity, now..," he trailed off, staring into the flames of a candle on the table. Ages, really... Memories of all sorts flooded his mind, the most prominent flitting across his eyes, the image of an old governess who used to care for him. He shuddered involuntarily, it being not an altogether pleasant memory.
"Forgive me," he snapped back from his memories and explained himself, "I was the rather adventurous type when I was younger. I took a backpacking trip all across Europe, Asia and Africa for three years, studying all sorts of fascinating things. My parents were quite disappointed when I refused to attend school any longer. I pleaded with them for such a long time before they gave up on me as a..what did they call me? A 'lost cause'...They wouldn't give me any funds for the trip, so I made my own. I started as a paper boy, and I saved until I had enough to leave this wretched-- Do forgive me once again, getting carried away," He collected himself and continued "Being the only child, they had no choice but to give me the inheritance. They rather disliked the rest of the family you see, and they were never very charitable people."
Road looked at Vincent with softened eyes for a moment, she realized that she loved him, but knew almost nothing about him...if anything at all.....
Sherrill caught the look she was giving him and snapped her out of it with an offering of more sugar for her tea, "It's quite alright, I did ask. My....that sounds like an interesting life story my boy....." No doubt to raise the pity factor "And your parents seem like they were real....pleasant people.....I hope that the characteristics aren't inherited from parent to child as easily as the fortune...though you do seem pleasant enough....I would be wary of future generations....." He stared at Vincent for a moment as he took a sip of his tea. "I don't have to worry about that with Road here.....she's a wonderful girl, who will most hopefully lead a life away from such things...." He said patting her hand.
Road smiled at her father and then looked down at her tea, taking a long sip from the teacup.
"I take great pride in being everything my parents weren't," He said seriously, looking at Sherrill. "To be honest, they were indeed selfish, uncaring, and cruel. I must say I am not at all proud of the people they were. They besmirched the family name with their ways...but I forgive them..," He took a small sip of tea, continuing in a different direction.
"As of late, I've found myself taking more interest in settling down. I've seen all there is to see an more. I wish for nothing more than to be able to please the lady I love for the rest of her days, be it through painting, buying for her anything she desires...If she wished me dead, then I would not hesitate to oblige."
He was getting carried away now, letting his emotions get the better of him as he set his eyes on Road softly. He was finding it difficult to keep his cool under Sherrill's watchful eye, so he took a few calming breaths before continuing. Calm down, Vincent...you're doing well.
"Would you like to retire to the lounge for a cigar and brandy?" Vincent asked pleasantly.
"Dearest Road, I'm sure you'd like to take a lovely stroll around the garden while your father and I chat? Lovely Millicent will escort you."
At her name, the maid came in dutifully and helped Road from her chair. "This way, Miss Kamelot." She bowed a little to Road.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:40 pm
oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..? I have 2 done, but it's hard taking pictures. >3<; It's stuff like this xD paper child
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:52 pm
Vincent Devereux oORoadOo Vincent Devereux oORoadOo Vincent Devereux 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.
When they reached the room, and as they were invited to sit, Sherrill rushed forward, and offered Road a seat, pulling it out just for her, and gently sliding her underneath the table, before taking a seat himself, beside her. Road looked between the two, now wondering what would happen next between the two.....
"So...Vincent, tell me more about yourself...you prove to lead a very...interesting lifestyle......carefree no doubt.....a good and nice...sheltered life." Sherrill said, calmly.
"Sheltered?" Vincent looked at Sherill quizzically, "On the contrary. I left home when I was only thirteen. I must admit, I was a bit of a rebel in the earlier days of my youth. It was only four years ago, but it seems like an eternity, now..," he trailed off, staring into the flames of a candle on the table. Ages, really... Memories of all sorts flooded his mind, the most prominent flitting across his eyes, the image of an old governess who used to care for him. He shuddered involuntarily, it being not an altogether pleasant memory.
"Forgive me," he snapped back from his memories and explained himself, "I was the rather adventurous type when I was younger. I took a backpacking trip all across Europe, Asia and Africa for three years, studying all sorts of fascinating things. My parents were quite disappointed when I refused to attend school any longer. I pleaded with them for such a long time before they gave up on me as a..what did they call me? A 'lost cause'...They wouldn't give me any funds for the trip, so I made my own. I started as a paper boy, and I saved until I had enough to leave this wretched-- Do forgive me once again, getting carried away," He collected himself and continued "Being the only child, they had no choice but to give me the inheritance. They rather disliked the rest of the family you see, and they were never very charitable people."
Road looked at Vincent with softened eyes for a moment, she realized that she loved him, but knew almost nothing about him...if anything at all.....
Sherrill caught the look she was giving him and snapped her out of it with an offering of more sugar for her tea, "It's quite alright, I did ask. My....that sounds like an interesting life story my boy....." No doubt to raise the pity factor "And your parents seem like they were real....pleasant people.....I hope that the characteristics aren't inherited from parent to child as easily as the fortune...though you do seem pleasant enough....I would be wary of future generations....." He stared at Vincent for a moment as he took a sip of his tea. "I don't have to worry about that with Road here.....she's a wonderful girl, who will most hopefully lead a life away from such things...." He said patting her hand.
Road smiled at her father and then looked down at her tea, taking a long sip from the teacup.
"I take great pride in being everything my parents weren't," He said seriously, looking at Sherrill. "To be honest, they were indeed selfish, uncaring, and cruel. I must say I am not at all proud of the people they were. They besmirched the family name with their ways...but I forgive them..," He took a small sip of tea, continuing in a different direction.
"As of late, I've found myself taking more interest in settling down. I've seen all there is to see an more. I wish for nothing more than to be able to please the lady I love for the rest of her days, be it through painting, buying for her anything she desires...If she wished me dead, then I would not hesitate to oblige."
He was getting carried away now, letting his emotions get the better of him as he set his eyes on Road softly. He was finding it difficult to keep his cool under Sherrill's watchful eye, so he took a few calming breaths before continuing. Calm down, Vincent...you're doing well.
"Would you like to retire to the lounge for a cigar and brandy?" Vincent asked pleasantly.
"Dearest Road, I'm sure you'd like to take a lovely stroll around the garden while your father and I chat? Lovely Millicent will escort you."
At her name, the maid came in dutifully and helped Road from her chair. "This way, Miss Kamelot." She bowed a little to Road.
Sherrill watched her go and nodded to the young man, I do not smoke, but I could sure go for some brandy."
This was all getting to be too much for him, the young man spoke of settling down with his daughter, making her happy and being there for her. That was his job, his job as her father, her guardian, Sherrill's heart broke as he remembered the looks they gave eachother. Was he not needed in his little girl's life anymore? Had she found someone that could make her happier than the rest of the family could. Sure they weren't blood, but Sherrill couldn't have wanted a closer family feeling than the one he had with the Noahs...and if this young man stole away his daughter, all would fall apart. The family and his world that revolved around her, there wouldn't be much to live for anymore.
He stared at the young man's back as he led him through the halls and into the lounge. Is my little girl really going to leave me for this man....?
((last post...I gotta go to bed XD))
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:53 pm
Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo @Catalyn: How's the paper thinga ma bob going..? =o Paper children..? I have 2 done, but it's hard taking pictures. >3<; It's stuff like this xD paper child
anywho...gotta go to bed now...nighty night! heart
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:54 pm
oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Catalyn Elliot Layne oORoadOo Yeah that..XD;;; How's it turning out...? =o I have 2 done, but it's hard taking pictures. >3<; It's stuff like this xD paper child
anywho...gotta go to bed now...nighty night! heart Night! I'm gonna make the third stage of my innocence and leave too...
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:58 pm
so...tired....poof...nao....*DIES*
Night Sayu and Road heart
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:01 am
Night liv.
I'm gonna go too... Nite!~
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:31 am
Cold... *Shiver.*
G'morning anyone in here, if anyone is in here... x~x
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:58 am
*Shakes the morning.* Why must you be so boring? D':
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