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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:22 pm
*Elle enters the room and notices that there are other vampires in the chapel, but pays no attention to them and keeps walking towards the candelabra, picking up a burning candle. She lights an unused candle and closes her eyes getting lost again in memories but she instinctively closes her mind for that the other vampires don't get to see anything. She places the candle down and goes towards a window and looks outside. The time was getting closer for her to feed, but she needed her trapped soul to linger in this sacred place for just a little while.*
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:41 pm
*Elle turns around and walks away from the window, walking towards the door, she opens it and leaves the chapel.*
(Exit)
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 9:24 pm
Armands posture did not change until he heard her hinted offer. he stood taller and stepped so he was facing her almost completely sideways, not an intimate contact stance, but his face was devious upon her, his gaze falling about her trippy littel grin.
"A prize indeed... but not a trophy... trophies hang on walls and get old and cracked... but the concept of having a prize... well." Armand smiledhe knew she was fickle... but he could be too, wether she turned away right now and walked out, or stayed and chatted for a moment longer before dissapearing was the question. he decided then and there that he would follow this french prize over eternity... this new age needed a taste of old world, highclass hospitality.
"THe question is not would i have you around... it is would you permit me to have you." HE said, bowing again deeply and offering her his hand, leaning over to put it on her level.
"Miss Cosette... My Dark Rose." he finished, his suave mannerisms and old speechpatterns returning as if they had never left. he breahted in slow and deep, savoring her perfume.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 10:48 pm
Cosette knew the instant that Armand had insisted she was his dark rose, She'd won. The poor Spaniard had sealed his fate. He may have stood there so composed, so tall, and all too excited by the thought of am adorable French prize; but even as small as she was, She was quite the the fierce little thing in comparison. Terribly dreadful with all sorts of heinous plans in store for the man that bowed to her level.
“Oh, Of course I would have you. What a fool I would be to not.” She purred, so proud of herself. Giddy and trilled over her accomplishments, nearly busting at the seems with pride; And yet even so, The ever well practiced actress remained perfectly in act. An infatuated girl, All smile and class.
Fortunately for the Spanish, It was also during her triumphant streak that Cosette simply decided to change her mind. It was all just too damn good to spoil so soon. She had this 500 year old Vampire eating out of her hand like some poor lost puppy! Luther would just have to understand, Because Cosette was having too much fun. There is no way he would expect her resist this, She had every opportunity to wind Armand around her greedy little finger, whisper perfect lies and weave bliss and then at the perfect moment, She could and very well would, Smash it all. Armand would never see his own death coming.
“However, Dear Spanish; I fear I have some prior obligations I must see too before the night is out, so if you would please excuse me.” She paused, merely long enough to allow for a graceful curtsy that was straight from strict etiquette lessons as a child. She topped it off with a playful wink. “But we must spend some more time together, I imagine we could have a...wonderful time.” Cosette flashed another one of those enchanting smiles that held all sorts of promise and then without another word, She turned on her heel and left with that lovely presume hanging in the air.
-[ Exit to....I don't know know where yet.]-
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:43 pm
"poor thing." He sia dturning to the cross hanging on the wall behind him and makign its sign before turning back around to leave the chapel.
"I pity and covet her, lord... keep me strong that i may not fall too deeply into her... and pray that she falls into my arms regardless." He smiled knowingly.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:55 pm
The smile that was on ARmands face faded in an instant as he slapped himself hard ont he side of the face.
"idiot!" HE thought silently. "Love?...really, ARmand... LOVE? this is a fools endeavor, she is not that type of woman, YOU ARE NOT THAT TYPE OF MAN!...are you...NO!" His thoughts jumbled as he looked oncemore at he cross.
"Forgive me lord...but tonight the streets run red." HE said aloud, exiting to the city. he was going to drain a score of humans tomight.. maybe more, whatever it took to steady his shaking hands. or maybe he woudl just go and kill a few people for the fun of it. blood.. that ear smell fo blood that drove him mad, that drove him all the way from Spain to new york.
9exit to city somewhere.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 8:21 am
The night was cool and a slight breeze had decongested Armands Emotions. he walked down and into the chapel from his rather foggy environment of a room. he looked at the cross before him and sighed.
"I have done it lord." He siad with his deep spanish accent. "I have finally finished my research...the Angel hammer si possible. i can build it. i can save us. and it is through your glory that i shall do so. i need helo though lord... send me your grace into my offerings, and your people into my arms. and i shall embrace them both with an open mind."
He sat down quietly and ticked off prayers on his celtic rosary, ia gift from his first neice when he visited ireland.
"LUther is up to something...and i do not like his aura...i have no magic, lord.... only that which age has given me." He said after he finished, the rosary lifting above his hand, held fast to teh air about him with a purple haze. it daned and twirled and the figure on the crucifix squirmed and the sounds of cavalry emitted from it.
"i beg you lord.... let it be so that you have not abandoned me because of what someone else did to me... this bloodlust is my ponly sin now..." He looked almost in tears up at he cross before him.
"scelestus interfectors en finem." HE whispered. "Wickedslayers for eternity.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 1:22 pm
Hello is someone in here? Spectra said as he noticed a few vampires here and there.
Well it sure is late in the evening to be confessing your sins my brothers and sisters. Spectra said with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 5:18 pm
"Confession is a private matter, my brother." ARmand said, turnign aorund and standing up, all 7 feet of his tall slim figure almsot unreal it the room as he walked forward, the cross behind him to the man infront of him.
"and raising your voice rather rude." HE added, pocketing the old rosary.
he looked down at him with an unentertained expression, but not coldly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:17 am
Kensington wanderd past the chapel, stopped and then walked through the door.
He looked with contempt at the interior, 'Catholics' he spat.
He remembered the riots and bloodshed which occured in Ireland at the turn of the century, and the further bloodshed in Ulster throughout.
He was a fervent Protestant, a methodist and this display of catholic ideology was decedent to the point of heresy.
But all that didn't matter anymore, his soul was damned.
He turned and quietly walked off.
((just thought I'd add a different perspective, no offence intended))
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:35 am
It had been years since Terri had entered a chapel. From a young age, her mother has always told her to do her Rosary every night before bed and when in church. She had only just remembered that Rosary, the little glass beads with the Virgin Mary dangling from it with the cross beneath it. Being Brought up as an Irish Catholic had taken its toll, since Terri was still in the habit of lowering her head and doing the sign of the cross as she passed any Holy area.
The other vampires in the room turned as she entered. "I have come to pay my respects."
She was never one for confessing her sins, and since she had become a vampire she had seen no point to it. Who would forgive her now? But she believed in paying her respects to the fallen. She had lived through war, seen many close friends die in cold blood. Generations wiped out in one day, this is what she went to church for, these people, so they would always be remembered, even if it was just by her.
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