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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:09 pm
Normally I would go all out for these, but excessive effort just doesn't seem to be necessary, so I'm K.I.S.Sing for you <3
I'm not going to put anything personal about myself, that's for you to find out for yourself on your own time, we are talking business; Role play business.
I am not going to label myself as semi/lit/adv. literate, it's purely a matter of personal preferences, and in return I will not ask you to label yourself. I am looking for anyone that can write, it is simple. Sure it can go a little deeper than that, but all in all, that's what I want.
Now, by being capable of writing I do mean that you can make proper, understandable, thought out sentences that:
1) I can read without having to turn my head sideways or stop to decode it by some complex means.
2) Has proper spelling, I can understand here and there some mistakes, but every other word is ridiculous (if not every word). Spell check was made for your use, use it or google/proofread/whatever if you are uncertain--- hell, even ask me, I may know. This also includes "r" for are and whatnot, that will NOT be tolerated.
3)Has proper usage of you're/your, their/there/they're, our/are, to/too/two, etc. Again, occasional misuse is understandable, but don't abuse my patience. I am fairly lenient on "to" and "too" since it is one letter-- so do I rarely say a lick about it...."Woman" and "Women" is another one I tolerate as I may not realize what I put at the time, though there is a point where you know it but keys just seem a little too close for comfort, or you simply neglect the meanings. Again, if you are uncertain, just ask. Don't be ashamed if you really have no idea; it is better to be a fool for a moment than a fool for an eternity.
4) If I happen to think of a four, I will put it here in time.
If anyone wants a sample or two, I will provide them upon request.
~NOW THE GENERAL ROLE PLAYING JUNK~
I am well versed in most genres and will play any part given; male or female. I will not pointlessly fight over a role, but if I want a part then I will clearly state it with a strong standing. 『↭ This IS romance!
↭ This is in the ROMANCE section
↭ Little kids stay out
↭ Nasty stuff gets skipped or worded to the point that it is unrecognizable (it is possible)
↭ If you are not capable of such wording, then it is immediate skip
↭ LOVE conflict/drama
↭ Immediate love is a no go
↭ Crave conflict』 『↭Canon kills (or whatever it is called, whatever it is, I don't like it.)
↭ Excessive, out-of-place, drama/melodramatic behavior is annoying
↭Characters will not be super young
↭Nor super old
↭Like description, dislike pictures
↭Profiles? Who needs them!
↭Forums, no PMs, too much clutter. No exceptions, we use this thread right here, gotta problem? Then I ain't the partner for you.』 ≧ Don't be afraid to ask questions or share your creativity! ≦ Anything you have to say/state/type/whatever go ahead and post in this thread (quote me pretty please) or (if you are a more private person) go right on ahead and PM me.I don't bite hard.Just follow the yellow brick road arrow for plot details! ⇩
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:33 pm
P L O T D E T A I L S
Any details are subject to change upon suggestion from potential session partners.
Any and all suggestions are welcome.
Not all suggestions will become official.
Any grammatical errors I miss I will appreciate some notice to. A man, as any other, falls in love with the girl of his "dreams". The girl is the daughter of a priest, the picture of perfection, a spectacle to behold; however, the man was anything but holy. Vowing to change his ways, he plays the part of a church goer, but the priest is not impressed as he sees right through his act; refusing to give his blessings. In dismay the man sinks lower than he had been before. His hopes at a loss, his hatred for himself at its peak, the man plans his "escape" at a place he once knew so well, but is met by another woman that gives him an offer he could never refuse. The woman, with his agreement, helps the desperate man. Is the angel the one he really wants though? Was the dark really so bad?
Now, the genders can be flipped or changed for any pairings.
Homosexual pairings do not bother me
I can play either male or female
We each get two characters
I will be fair, just work with me, tell me what YOU want
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:46 pm
Credits C a s t
Capricious Dreams as the Unholy Man (Gareth Frael) & Priest (Corbin/Father Thames)
Sagittariis Munashii as the Priest's Daughter (Sade Thames) & Mysterious Other (Leila Ashdown)
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:21 pm
The dark. The dark is mysterious, hiding away all truths , or does it hide the lies? Frightening, everyone is always so frightened of it, terrified by what it hides, but does it really hide anything? Perhaps it opens up a whole new world, one not many are brave enough to venture through and reveal the deep secrets that simply sit in wait, maybe as frightened as those of the light. The dimness has a horrific reputation and is used metaphorically for all the bad that stirs the world."That man." A distant voice spoke softly. "That one?" Another whispered. It hurt, it always did, to have those around murmuring tales. They always thought they were quiet, sneaky in their words, but that was hardly ever the case. Acting upon such hurtful words? No, never, at least not anymore, it only stirred in new tales and contorted the already twisted image created. "Yes, yes! That one. Oh, what was his name? I always forget it..." Everyone does. He wanted to chime in, the curiosity for what the stranger had to say being the only thread to sew his lips shut. "Gabrielle, Gary, G-G...I know it starts with a 'G', bless it!" The Woman in the distance swore to herself, swiping a hand past to brush away a stray red curl that hung heavy in her line of sight. "'G', 'G', Gerr...Gareth! That was it!" It was obvious from the start who the conversation was circled around, but the sudden bringing of his name made his gaze avert to the two, making them go ridged. "Gareth? Oh my, I have heard of him, my husband spoke of him." Their gazes elsewhere, the red-head nodded, their tones even quieter than before. "You have to watch out for him. There are a lot of strange people here, but that guy is just dark, simply dark." The man flinched, hiding his agony behind a veil of scraggly jet black hair. That word.
Pushing past to make his awareness known to the two, he pinched the brim of his livid felt top hat to pull it down slightly, hiding his face further. Dark, they called him, wasn't the rest of the town dark and dingy? It couldn't have just been him, or was it...Gareth groaned, tugging at the cravat that was securely tucked beneath his vest. He hated dressing so proper and with how muggy it was out, he was starting to get anxious. The town was always surrounded by the most dreadful weather, humid daily and fog commonly clouded the paths. What kind of a life was that anyway? Walking blind with sweat soaking through each layer of any proper man's clothing, that was what put him in the foulest of moods. A few drinks would cure that though. "No." The man rejected with a slight shake of his head, stopping in the shade of an abandoned alley. "I will follow through with this." It was difficult to go against his 'nature' and it only got harder with the week approaching its end. It had been a few days since he had his last drink, the taste still teasing his tongue as he recollected the day. "A proper lady wants a proper man and that I will become." Coming around the corner, in the distance he could see the church, his chest tightening as he drifted into a muse. "For her, I will be proper. I will revert to faith, just to see her."
There were many men in town like him, a common drunk, but he was known to be the most dreadful of the bunch. Gareth thought he was pleasant when he was drunk, more pleasant than he was sober, but that proved to not be the case. Drunk, he was cold and cruel, a true sadist. He never cared what they said anyway, that was until he caught his sights of the priest's daughter in town. She was like an angel, one touch seeming to have the power to shatter her frail frame. After that day, he came to a realization that he was lonely and that he needed a woman's company. Drunk, he knew he could not attract a woman of any kind or even a man; if he was so desperate for company.Without faith, there was no hope for being with the priest's daughter. Gareth detested religion, he had no belief in what the church stood for or was willing to bend an ear to what was preached, he just wanted to get closer to the girl and perhaps gain her trust.
The Priest knew of the man, Gareth, and did not play into the man's game as he had never been so willing to give up his lowly life until recently when his daughter had spoken of a man that kept a mindful stare on her in town; making both uneasy. His loathing was not a secret either, having spoken to the man after spotting him in the church one day. It wasn't too long ago, now that he thought of it. Certainly the boy would not be so foolish as to show his face again after the stern talking he gave him. He wasn't going to let his daughter near such scum.
The older man tended to the flowers grown around the church, his daughter was to assist him, but where she was at the time he could not tell. Perhaps she was still getting herself ready, he hoped that was the case, but then again she could have forgotten about him and the plants to go off into town. Tired eyes closed as the man wiped the sweat from his forehead, "always so humid." Standing from his once crouched position, the priest opened his eyes to look around the church yard. Something caught his eye, but not a kind one. "What is he doing around here?"The words slipping past him in a bitter hiss as his stare lay steady on the man that walked the street, seeming to be carefully pacing himself toward the church. Maybe it was a good thing his daughter wasn't around at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:56 pm
Long, pale fingers attached to slender hands firmly gripped a small clay pot, holding in it soil and a small sprouting plant. She had spent the winter months inside, nurturing it and loving it. Making it grow, that had been her pastime as the outside world turned into a whirling vortex of white snowflakes. Finally, the cold months had disappeared, giving way to spring and finally to the next warm and humid season. The little sproutling was just poking its green head out of the soil now, taking in the world like a little plant does. She had planned to plant it with the rest of the colorful flowers that rested around her father's church, giving it company.
Sade Thames' melodic voice rang out into the muggy air as she stepped outside, singing under her breath an old church hymn her mother had taught her long ago before she had passed on. Her movements graceful, Sade practically danced to her father's side before setting the small pot down, barely noticing the man who was making his way toward them. She didn't even take note of the disgusted look her father had plastered on his elderly face, only keeping her attention on the lively little plant and lightly dragging her fingers along its smooth, green surface. Finally, she lifted her gaze, which turned into a slightly inquisitive expression as she finally laid eyes on the man.
"Father, do you know him?" she asked quietly, standing up and pulling her warm red hair behind her shoulders and out of her eyes to reveal a pale face dotted with light freckles. Her vibrant green eyes were alight with her curiosity as the regarded the... what was a good word to describe this man? Dark, she decided as the word immediately came to mind. She glanced down at her father, still kneeling by the flowers who suddenly seemed more droopy, their colors dulling. She decided to not dwell on it, however, as the two of them seemed to have a visitor, the approaching man. "Father...?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:28 pm
The church was a sore sight, drab in the eyes of the unholy man. He always questioned others as they seemed to find such high hope and new found energy from this building of worship, he, himself, not once finding such joy as them and certainly not finding forgiveness; the priest seemed to make sure of that. Wasn't a priest supposed to be accepting of lost souls in their time of need? Wasn't he the one that was supposed to guide him down a new, brighter, path? Gareth could only laugh at the thought. Corbin, or Father Thames as many were inclined to call him, always seemed so unnaturally bitter, it seemed only towards him though. What had he done? He hadn't wronged the elderly man, just himself, leading a rat's life for...Oh dear, what was it now, nine years? It had been nine years, or at least from his poor count it was, since his parents went overseas and his cousin left him in care of her home in her absence. It seemed he had spiraled downward from there and at this point, he wasn't doing so well picking himself up.
The first confrontation made him aware that it wasn't the priest that found his presence unsightly, but the father that he was. There was no denying it though, he had no interest in the church's fraudulence, just the girl it held captive. Just the thought of her entangled his spine with an awful chill, webbing his body with a subtle tremor, making his body sway. How the old man could have created such a beautiful creature still baffled him, perhaps being a holy man had its perks. Of course, there was no ruling out that the senile priest was once a dashing gentleman in his time, or that his deceased wife was not just as perfect in appearance as the girl she birthed. All bets were set on the later of the two.
Gareth began to feel his breaths shorten, not breathing at certain points he realized, as he drew nearer to the building of loathing. Gareth wasn't sure if it was the dark auburn daggers piercing his very core or the realization that the girl, the very reason he was even at such a horrid place, was along side the vexatious priest, that caused his body to react in such a way. Overall, he appeared to be composed, his body unwavering under the pressure he was placed under. The idea was an awful one, coming back when the priest was there, he was a watch dog though; no avoiding him. There was a silence shared between the trio, Gareth keeping some distance to keep out of the man's reach. Finally the lanky man smiled, not to Father Thames, but to the girl that stared quizzically in his direction. His thoughtful hazel gaze meeting her's, their hue reminding him of a lively lush forest. His smile had a tenderness to it, but it looked unnatural and rather misplaced for such a demented looking man, playing off as mischievous; whether, or not, it was meant to be. Tipping his hat, he meant to give his respectful greetings to the two, but was interrupted before he could even part his lips."Was I not clear in my meaning?" Corbin sternly inquired.
In the time it took for Gareth to get to the church, the priest had muttered to himself a soft prayer for the man to simply leave them be, but as he only grew nearer with each soft plead, it seemed to be of no use. He heard his daughter's questioning, but could not find in him to explain the situation to her. He hoped that the man would leave so neither of them would have to explain in some manner.
The cold tone only left the 'gentleman' with a sigh. Gareth placed a palm atop of the hat, sagging his body to one side lazily. It was rather clear, actually. I simply chose not to listen. I do believe I at least deserve the liberty to introduce myself, does that not seem right, Father Thames? The retort was equally as cold, but he tried to keep it light for the young girl's ears as to not frighten her. The priest didn't seem to be impressed with his sudden gentlemanly act, pressing on with his side"I will not tolerate your antics, Gareth. My daughter will have nothing of you, I will ask you to leave her be once more and that will be your last." Oddly enough, Gareth smugly smirked to the mild threat, seeming to have brushed it off to give his attention to the victim of bearing harsh tones."Have nothing of me? But, she has my name, that is something, is it not?" The hand placed on his hat gripped it so that he could bring the object to his chest, bowing his head slightly to the girl."If I would have to leave so soon, I would at least like the pleasure of having the young lady's name...? Having his eyes on the girl for some time, he still could not put a name to the face. It was troublesome.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:04 pm
When he smiled, it was most charming to Sade, white teeth blazing like the sun that flew above the gloomy clouds overhead. When her father snapped in reply to Gareth's words, she winced slightly, although that had gone unnoticed by her father since she stood behind him.
Gareth... When she first heard his name uttered by her father, she could already imagine the syllables rolling off of her tongue into the warm air. The name was... drawing her in. The sound of it made chills shoot down her spine and the feel of it on her lips brought goosebumps to her arms. Before she realized it, she was subconsciously mouthing the man's name. It suddenly hit her that she was being spoken to --- she was so out of it! "My name---! Erm.. Sade... Sade... Thames." she stammered before shaking her head as if to clear it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:42 pm
The older man protested any word that was to be spoken from her, but he could not find a harshness towards his own daughter and still she complied to Gareth's request. It had taken a while, seeming she had lost herself in a muse, but when she finally did find her voice, the reactions she received where diverse. The priest's more out of grief and Gareth's...His was pure victory. He was triumphant over the stubborn priest, though it was small, it was thrilling all the same. The girl's lips played with every inch of his name, testing it out for herself, and only drew upon his features a smile. She was interested, he could tell, a curious little mouse being slowly drawn into the cat's trap. Unlike a cat, he had no intentions of hurting her however. It didn't seem like it would take much though, one strong battered lash and she seemed capable of breaking. Most women seemed that way though, so fragile, but this one was sheltered, a porcelain piece. It was no wonder that the priest was so protective of her.
Gareth just wanted to reach out to the girl, place a soft palm on her parchment pale skin and entangle his fingers in the fire that framed her face like a portrait hung in a grand gallery. He was barred from such pleasures though, her father placing a barrier between them. Sighing at the hand that waved him away dismissively."You are lucky to have gotten that much, boy, an introduction seems fair enough and that was what you got. Now be on your way. We have no interest in your presence. Shoo. The faint smile washed away with disappointment, leave? So soon? He did say that the least he wanted was to introduce himself and be introduced in return, but that was not satisfactory, not anymore. He wanted to know her more, he wanted to hear her sweet honeysuckle voice more, but certainly that would be a challenge. He enjoyed challenges."With all due respect, Father, Sade is to decide that for herself." Her name slid of his tongue like silk, still it seemed so strange; so foreign. That simply could not due. Replacing his grey felt top hat back on his head, Gareth tilted his head ever so slightly at the girl, quizzing her."Correct me if I am wrong, but you seem to be rather interested. " A grin teased his lips as he awaited a response. "Am I right?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:52 pm
Sade shot her father a rather murderous look as he urged Gareth to leave. Although the girl had wanted nothing more than to please her father, she also wanted to make her own decisions in life, and that included finding herself a man. During the few times before when she had caught a glimpse of the seemingly elusive Gareth, she had really only seen a ... she couldn't truly seem to find the right word to describe him. Reclusive? Mysterious? Her father, of course, had warned her to stay away from him, that he was ... tainted. But the priest's daughter's maxim was that anyone could be redeemable. She held faith in the man, even though she barely knew him.
Sade had smiled slightly as she heard her name pass again between the lips of the man, smooth and rich. The sound was could have been music to her ears. She raised her eyes to meet the the gaze of Gareth as he spoke, then slowly replied with her own words. "I..." she began, but her expression hardened as she felt the old eyes of the priest boring into her, almost feeling as if he was forcing her to speak a lie. The faint glimmer of a smile that had tugged at her lips disappeared and she set her jaw as she replied with a stone-cold voice "Of course not." However, a slightly pained expression accompanied by a tiny voice in the back of her mind seemed to say otherwise...
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 7:47 pm
Gareth had caught a glimpse of the elder man's pained expression, being only a flash, but just long enough to provide a clear visual of the discomfort he felt under the young girl's stare. He assumed the priest's daughter rarely would go against his word, but she was of age, she could think for herself; whether the man liked it or not. Perhaps, with a stroke of lady luck's delicate fingers, the angel before him would break the parental chains that bound her. It was a high hope, one he tried so desperately to cling to; however, it was a thin thread, tearing into his very being with each passing breath that weighed him heavily. The old man, too, became uneasy in the time it took Sade to think her words over, urging her with a stern stare to speak the words that would go against the dark man and perhaps make him realize that there was no more hope in the matter. Both sides were a great burden on the girl, Gareth attempted to ease up, giving the girl room to decide...Give him an accepting appeal. Immediately, he regretted his decision.
The smile she wore was just a tease, her own alluring trap, bearing down on him with such a force that he felt he would collapse. Keeping composure, his eyes closed to take in her words, keeping himself from boiling. It was that damned priest, he knew it was. If he had caught the girl in town away from the old coot, there would have been some consideration for him, perhaps no hesitation to at least speak to him. Corbin would never let up on the girl though, there was no doubt about it, he was set on keeping a firm grasp on the young girl. Hope? What hope did he have with an angel, such a picture of perfection? He, the bottom of the barrel, a malicious demon that lurked the darkest reaches of the town. A new grip tightened around the cravat at his neck, as though it had tightened in his wait."I see." He replied simply, lids lifting to settle his doleful eyes on the damsel. She seemed afflicted herself, but it could only be a hint of pity she felt for him; nothing more."Perhaps not the answer I was hoping for, but an answer nonetheless. I will respect your wish..." The words balled in his throat, forcibly pressed out into the muggy air. "G-good day to you both." He verbally gave note to both of the beings before him, but his eyes did not pry from the girl. Gareth didn't want to even blink, one fraction of a second being too much of a risk to him, as he tipped his hat in a farewell; creeping back from them.
A rough breath came from the priest, seeming to have held it nearly the whole conversation...If he could even consider it one.There was no returned 'good day' to Gareth as he slowly took his leave, finding he was not deserving of one, leaving him with a sour expression."Do not fret my dear daughter." Corbin finally spoke, placing a reassuring grip on the girl's shoulder."To brush him off was the right decision.He would only cause you great pain and sorrow." There was always the sliver of hope for all people, but he was not going to risk his own daughter to figure out whether Gareth was truly willing to change his disgusting ways or not."I do not want that man around you, nor you around him. Is that clear?" The warning was becoming regrettably routine; however, there was always the badgering need to repeat it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 9:01 pm
Sade watched Gareth depart solemnly, her gaze somber, until he left her vision. Immediately, she whirled on her father, pulling away from his gnarled hand and giving him the most spiteful look she could muster. How dare he, order her around as if he was her master! Albeit, he was her father, Sade felt so caged. She felt like she was suffocating under his ancient hands. She needed a break.
"Father, these is no need to be so rude to the gentleman!" she spat angrily before spinning on her heel and stalking away without a second glance. The plant she had set down on the ground earlier seemed forlorn and wilted as she left her father's presence. She didn't care anymore. Her anger bubbled inside of her, threatening to spill over and burn the world around her. Her little outburst was simple the sloshing of the bucket... should it spill... Sade did not even want to ponder the thought of going off on her father.
When the girl made it to the door of the church, she broke into a run and made a beeline for one of the side rooms of the church --- the prayer room, her sanctuary. She could already feel tears pricking her eyes, threatening to spill over and stream down her pale cheeks. Finally, just barely holding back her tears now, she found the door to the room and slipped inside. After silently closing the door behind her, she fell to her knees at the altar that was set up in her sanctuary. Warm, thick tears began to flow in rivulets down her face, dripping onto her clothes and the ground. Sobs choked her and she simply cried for a bit, until she was left sniffling and wiping the remnants of tears away. Sade clasped her hands together, her eyelids sliding shut. Her lips began to move silently in prayer, mouthing the words she spoke from her heart, "Lord..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:36 pm
He dawdled in his steps, taking in the figure that became but a silhouette in the minuscule glimmers of light that escaped through the canopy of clouds. Turning swiftly on his heel, he clutched at the top of his hat and tossed it to the side without a second thought about it. There was no use in it anymore, Sade didn't want him around, not even giving him a chance. It was frustrating, but what were his chances in the first place?"Foolish. Such child's play."The man bellowed, chastising himself for his actions."Playing dress up for some girl." A troubling chortling shook him as his pace hastened, eyes prying to the shoulder that left them cold. A part of Gareth assured him that there would be other days, another chance to win the girl over, but the more surfaced side of him, the hopeless lost soul that corrupted his thoughts, told him to give up, run, there was nothing left for him...And that's exactly what he did; run.
Shouldn't all his problems be gone now? The nuisance that her daughter somehow called a gentleman was now out of sight and they could now go about their lives without such a burden upon them; however, Sade did not see it quite the same. The look she wore made his hand recoil. He had never seen her so upset, not at him, not like this..."Rude?" He inquired, baffled by her outburst."That paltry is no gentleman! He deserved every bit of abhorrence that was thrown at him! No, he deserved more, far more." Why couldn't Sade see the man he did? What could she have possibly seen in him that he didn't? He already explained the man to her, telling her all of what he knew of him, not a lick of it being acceptable in anyway."He won't change! Not for you, not for anyone! H-- Sade? Sade?!" It was hopeless, the arm that reached out for her dropping to acknowledge that. She was gone."I was only trying to protect you...Morosely he whispered to the breeze.
Run. Run where? Where was there to run anymore? He could return to his old ways, drown away his self-suffering in alcohol, but what good would that be...It would only be temporary. By the next coming day he would be in pain again, even more so than he was now, and who knew what he would do if he were to become drunk at this point. He wasn't going to risk it, not when there were other options. The pub was out of the question. He could go home, lounge about for a few hours, but idle hands were the devil's workshop and that was something that simply would not due.
The fog had begun to settle around him, thick, but not impossible to see through. It was close, his once sought haven.Sure, it was rusty and cold, but the feeling he got from the view it provided was like no other. Gareth's chest rose, then fell, his body leaned over the side to get a better look at the river below. It was no good anyway, fog only becoming thicker the further down he stared. The bridge he stood on now was rather high, one miscalculation having the ability to take a life as the unfortunate soul would plummet into the unmerciful raging waters below."Sade." The name teased his lips again, wondering if chanting her name would draw her to him, or...At least take the pain away. The man shook his head in his hands, recalling her words and the tone that sharpened them."Of course not." Gareth, again, laughed."Of course you wouldn't consider a drunkard like me. Of course you wouldn't go against your father. Of course not. Of course not. Why would anything good happen to drunk, bitter, deleterious...Dark, Gareth Frael. Gareth doesn't deserve a chance, he doesn't deserve love. Of course not." For a moment he did not breathe, finding the feeling too agonizing. His hands took a firm grip of his messy, black, thick hair. The river beckoning with a phantom tune playing through his head. Was he so desperate for relief?
Father Thames did not wish to pursue his daughter, he knew she needed space, and that was the least he could provide her with at the moment, but concern drew him from the garden and back into the church. Taking a deep breath, the man settled himself in a pew, clasping his hands tightly together on the back of the bench in front of him; head lowered onto them. He knew it would take time for Sade to forgive him for his sudden behavior, so at the moment he looked for another form to suffice till then, as awful as it sounded to even him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:30 pm
She seemed to be surrounded by a cloak of mist, her long dark hair cascading down around her shoulders in a veil of black. She was walking, her long strides slow and calm. Her footsteps were as silent as a cat's. The emptiness, the loneliness, this was her home. She reveled in the cool kiss of the fog, the way it made everything seem so silent and serene. Her willowy form was a ghost in the mist, hidden, silent, unseen. She had many names... but the one she went by most, was Leila Ashdown.
"What is that?" murmured Leila, peering into the fog and squinting. She could make out a male form in the distance, hidden partly by the swirling mists. As she neared, she realized that she could hear the man muttering to himself, his low voice full of anguish and despair. She was able to catch the last part of his clipped sentence when she seemed to materialize a few feet behind him. "... doesn't deserve love. Of course not."
Should the man turn around, he would come across the tall, graceful frame of Leila Ashdown. She was different from others, and she had decided to make it known. He would see a woman... wearing a long black dress which came low on her bosom with black lace tipping the edge, hinting at the tantalizing pleasure that would await a man with coin. She wore a silver chain around her neck, although its meaning, no one seemed to know.
She pursed her full lips, studying him. His fingers were threaded through his inky black hair. His stance almost seemed to be radiating a feeling of internal agony. Leila found herself easily sympathizing with him, yet she kept her guard up. The darkness was a dangerous place. Leila drew breath slowly then spoke softly, her seductive voice smooth like a stream passing over pebbles, "A man only speaks like this is he is feeling self-sorrow. You must have recently felt the sting of the whip of rejection."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:40 am
Falling, that was the feeling he always got. Even as a kid when he would visit the bridge alone, he would look over and feel like he was falling. Of course, if that were the case, he would not be feeling such a sensation for long, but still it lingered in his body; the trick his mind played.Jump. His body told him. Jump, it will be fine. Pain. Suffering.Truths.Lies. All of it, all that it brought, would be gone. All it would take was one brave, perhaps idiotic, movement. The simplicity of it made him tense.Coward. He growled at himself. Was it really cowardice though, or was it that he still had some, even the most minute, lust to live.
The mixture of heat and fog plastered black fibers to the skin of his face and neck. It was a disgusting feeling, one that made him cringe, and was the temporary distraction he had created to take his mind off of any grotesque thoughts that passed him. Gareth's grip loosened to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck and thread away the strays that clung to his cheeks.It didn't help him any to be wearing the layers he was, again dragging a finger along the inner lining of his cravat. He was already missing his hat, now realizing he could have used it as a fan, but there was no use in dwelling on it now. He would just get a new one later. Yes, he decided, there would be a later for him.
Gareth's muscles loosened to a soft sigh as he positioned himself on crossed forearms, head draped over the side of the bridge lazily so that his entangled hair fell over his face. He liked to close his eyes and just listen to the world around him; for the better or for the worst. Few traveled upon the bridge in the thickets of the fog, so it was no surprise to Gareth that the bridge was fairly silent with the occasional steps of a passerby. It was nice though, to be left with his thoughts, even in his grief there was a sense of peace the river brought and a timelessness that the fog carried. His brows furrowed, however, something striking him as strange. A presence, he could feel it, catching the only evidence he needed to prove his suspicions; a breath, soft, but in such silence it was audible. Calmly he drew his head up, shaking away the hair that stuck to him and brushing strays back against his head. He was a sorry sight, he knew that much, but with some subtle effort he made himself presentable enough.What caught him off guard was the voice that followed; bewitching, he noted. A woman. The man refrained prying his gaze from the river's further reaches, where it seemed to meet no end, disgusted with the creatures they called; female. "A whip? Nay, I dare say not. A cattle's brand more like, searing into my very being a mark unacknowledged by anyone but myself." Slowly he turned himself to lean on the railing with his elbows now, facing the stranger with a lurid grin that worked as a mask for the misery that tainted his features."Have you approached to speak ill of the notorious drunkard Gareth?" Upon examination, he realized that the woman was nearly eye level with him, not having to crane his neck to see her or for her to have to do so herself to see him. Well, that was, if he were to stand straight, being leaned back slightly on the railing left him a smidgen shorter than her, craning only slightly to see her eye to eye. It was shocking as many women he had experience with were considerably shorter than he, himself. The dress she wore only complimenting the balanced figure she displayed with what seemed like little shame. Her collarbones, he brought his attention to, were accompanied by a chain. It was a silly thing, he thought, just a simple silver piece that lay comfortably upon her upper chest region. Catching his own stare on her, he returned to her gaze."You must be brave, or an idiot, to say anything to my face. Most like to make me aware of what they think of me through soft spoken words to another."Gareth's words were dripped with an airy tease, though his eyes and tone spoke warily.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:00 pm
Leila thought it rather humorous as the man realized her height. Of course, not many were as tall as her. It was one of the many differences that made Leila the person she was. She considered herself unique. The woman cocked her head slightly, inquisitively, as the man compared his pain not to a whip, but to a brand. His words brought a dull ache to her heart, but she swiftly snuffed out the pain before it could register on her expression. His recent past seemed to be not unlike her own past, although that was years before now. She has moved on now, and she planned to keep it that way. "Of course not. I have no quarrel with you --- I barely know you." she murmured in reply to his question, which seemed rhetorical to her. She had answered anyway.
"Brave. Idiotic. I am most likely both." Leila gave a disarming smile, revealing near-perfect teeth. Her deep, dark eyes wandered past Gareth, over to the dark river that passed under the bridge like a shadowy whisper. "Were you contemplating jumping to a watery death?" she clicked her tongue, shaking her head slowly, "That is not an honorable way to go, Gareth the Drunkard, although the way you go about living is not even close to 'honorable.'" She shot Gareth an 'innocent' grin, although her use of the mock title seemed to have just been a tease.
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Sade jerked violently awake, caught in the throes of a terrible nightmare. She had dozed off during prayer! For a moment, she was caught in a silent state of bliss as she slowly came to, before everything came rushing back to her. She choked back a sob and forced herself to her feet, trying to forget and shifting her gaze to the altar. A single candle was still lit, illuminating the room in its warm, soft glow. How long had she been asleep? She glanced out the small window, which was dark and cold. Fog swirled in the darkness outside, giving an ominous look. It was late in the evening. Slowly, she moved to the door and cracked it open, bringing in a sweet breeze of air, which she inhaled with pleasure. The prayer room had become stuffy, with the sealed window and the shut door.
She turned back to blow out the candle, leaving her in darkness, and slipped out the door into the main church area. The place was empty, the pews desolate except for one; her father. Sade winced as the earlier events came rushing back to her. She still had no wish to deal with her father. As silently as she could, she slowly made her way towards the doors to the outside world, silently wishing her father would keep still and not take notice of her. Hopefully, he had dozed off as well. All Sade wanted was to go home without confrontation and fall into her bed -- her little nap had done nothing to ward off the tiredness. And so towards the church doors she went.
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