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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:58 pm
A girl sat within the dark black carridge as it pulled her along into town, she was very silent along the way. She watched through the slightly shaded window as a few people passed by. It always seemed to missing something to her. Such a sad town her family had built. Although she would never even think of defying a single rule that the town had made, she knew it would bring shame to her family. He skin was almost as white as the snow, as though all blood had been drained from her body and left in the darkness. Although it was because she was so pale, people knew that she was seated in the right place.
Her eyes a very light gray that often turned to dark when she was troubled matched her very pale skin. Her hands were covered with long white gloves that were stopped at the elbows with a nice silver trimming on it. Her dress althought it made it hard to breath, was an apropriate dress, the collar covered her neck, and flowed simply down to her feet, underneith she wore black shoes, they were never any help with the cold winter snow nipping at her. Her hair was long and black with ringlets of curls spiraling down. That was the best thing about hair, there was no rule of how to wear it, she would push back the side of her hair win a silver pin.
Her name was none other than Adaline Ginning, Edward R. Ginning Jr.'s daughter. So much stress was upon her this year, she was only sixteen, but her seventeenth birthdate was creeping up so fast, like the fears of a child. She feared the comming of such a day when she was to be asked to be wed. Although she knew that she was to pick the "best".. Soon the carriage was stopped and she began to gracfully leave the carriage.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:11 am
[.:. I have a quick question before I post....can my character be a wanderer than came across the town by accident? ^-^ .:.]
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:04 pm
umm what is the main plot here and what are you trying to make out of this? As right now I only see santa rebels....
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:16 am
((Izusu: Yeah that would work. ^^
Makko: I guess it's really up to the rper's how they want the plot to go.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:22 am
A slight breeze blew through the town, people conversed as they usually did. Woman were escorted by men, only allowed to wear plain colored dresses, such as black and grey as they acted like house maids.
Men treated woman like servants more than equals in this town, so it seemed. Things would soon change though as a young stranger wandered into the town by mistake. A strange town, truly it is one of a kind.
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A young stranger about the age of 19 stepped into the outskirts of the strange town. This wanderer stood about the height of 5'6 which wore faded jeans with a black shirt and studded belt.
The cold, peircing grey eyes belonged to the woman stranger that brushed a stray strand of her black hair from her face. She wore her hair short like a boy's and it was longer, shaggier that had whisps of blonde in her hair.
Aireth had tan skin though her face was covered by a black veil-like mask that covered her face. She wore it for many reasons, one was for the scar on her right cheek in the shape of an X, and she doesn't really care. She wore a tattered scarf around her neck as well.
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She stepped into the town and gazed around with her cool grey eyes. Her large sword rested on her shoulder as she watched people stare. A faint smirk apeared beneath her mask which only showed from the eyes up. From the looks of it, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:44 am
Goosebumps had risen on the flesh of Briant Moroes as he walked through the streets of Mildria. In his capable arms were logs of firewood, cut the previous winter for easier burning. Small splinters of wood and decayed moss were sticking to his shirt as if in rebellion to the dull black colours he was forced to wear. He didn't mind it, though. His whole appearance screamed rebellion, or at least one attribute of it. His fiery red hair, which hastily singled him out from the rest of the town which was mostly coloured in shades of grey. Although his eyes were grey and skin was pale, his hair gave tribute to the fact that there was something more lively out in the world. Something he and fellow friends were determined to bring to this dreary town.
"Like someone's died. Always in mourning," the nineteen year old male muttered to himself. Briant had reached adult hood, but had retained his boyish antics that had continuously brought him grief and trouble in years past. But as stubborn and defiant as he was, reprimands did little to sway his opinion on the towns present disposition. If anything, it had made him smarter, more obedient, more devious, more defiant. Once reaching sixteen, Briant had become a model, undergoing a complete one-eighty in attitude.
As he walked, his foot hit a rock under a layer of snow, rendering the unsuspecting male completely helpless against the force of gravity as he tripped to the ground. He let the wood fall from his arms as he tried to brace himself for impact. But the logs fell onto the back of his hands, causing a grunt of pain to escape his lips as he finished his fall, the edges of the triangular pieces of firewood pressing painfully against his chest. The heavy clothe of his work clothing did little to blunt the damage, and Briant breathed heavily for air.
"Christ," he muttered, rolling over onto his back. His hands were bleeding from the wood scraping against the skin, and he knew there would be a bruise on his chest when he checked later that night. The fall had been completely unsuspected. The fact that there was even a stone out of place in this city was cause for surprise. The main lay there a minute before groaning as he sat up, filling his lungs with oxygen to stretch out his chest and work out the pain.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 12:28 pm
What was wrong with this acursed town? she thought to herself as she walked through the dull streets. The towns folk wore dull, plain black colors and greys. The woman seemed to only be seen with a man accompaning her, how disgusting, they wore long dresses that covered their ankles and grey aprons. This town was strand and she didn't like it one bit.
They seemed to stare at her strangly as she entered the bar. It sort of grew silent as she entered, it figured, a bar full of men. Great she thought to herself as she took a seat.
The bartender, as well as the other townsmen seemed to be giving her strange looks. Did she smell or something? With that thought in mind, she sniffed her shoulder, nope, she smelled fine. Was it her clothes? She glanced down at her clothes and let out a sigh. That was probally it, her clothes and her appearance.
"What in heaven's name are you doing in here, and with out your male escort to add. And your clothes! Women shouldn't dress like that, it isn't proper, don't forget your hair. My lord it is hidious!" the bartender pointed at her.
She frowned underneath her mask and stood up. "Alright." she growled under her breath. "Mind telling me what the rules are? I'm just a wanderer, all I want is a glass of rum." she held up her hands defensivly and fidigeted with the strapfor a moment that tied her gaint sword to her back.(wrapped up of course)
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 5:11 pm
(OOC: Might I suggest an occ thread? It would help us discuss things before posting and help with new characters. I'd like to join, I just need to think of family characters, unless a Kina wouldn't mind having a younger sister?)
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 5:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 11:44 am
((Sorry if I end up slow. ><; I kinda get busy on the weekends and slow durring the week
As for a OOC thread, I guess we'd have to ask Adi if that's allowed.))
Adaline in her grace was met by many people's eyes falling down on her. She was rather used to the sound of people whispering about her, or the various amount of eyes on her, as she walked through the town. Many of the women were found with their husbands, most of the time it was really by choice that they hung so close to them. Of course it might have looked like a rule to many, as it was most proper to do. But this young woman had not a husband to tie herself to. Today was her first time out alone without her parents, it was decided she would make herself "known" for whom she was today. Whatever that meant.
She glanced at the bar, there was a slight uproar of noise, that of course was a troubling place for the town, that was why not many women entered, it was more of a mans domain. She gave a proper smile as she passed by the women and men of the town. She wasn't sure of how she felt at the moment, but she was always taught to make the people at ease if you seem confident that everything was okay. Her dull eyes followed the sidewalk as she walked on slightly aimlessly, but she also gave the air of knowing where she was going.
Soon she slowed to a almost stop, she glanced around, for a moment she wasn't sure where she was at, but of course it clicked into her mind that some how she'd wandered into one of the many rows of houses. She looked down the rows of houses, each was the same as the one next to it, with only slight changes to each. She turned only slowly to make an attempt to return home.
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