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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 1:17 pm
  Generations back, long before anyone knew the name Beteonne, a man as vain as they came married a woman simply because she was beautiful. They were hailed as the most gorgeous couple and produced equally attractive children. Each generation was raised with the knowledge that power and beauty got you everywhere in the world. And they were not wrong for the family's wealth grew and grew until the name was renowned and respected as well as envied. One could not go anywhere without whispers of the supernaturally beautiful family.
A servant girl, like so many before her, fell in love with one of them Beteonne men and he, momentarily, felt something for her though she was plain and not at all what his family's requirements asked of a bride. But when the chips were down he choked and rejected her before the whole family and the higher society. Heartbroken and angry she revealed herself to be a witch of the most powerful line and laid a curse on the entire bloodline.
”Beauty may you keep, but it will only be skin deep. Happiness you'll never know when your gene pool is so shallow. Should one of your own accept a love of less than perfection, and love in turn accepted with as much affection, only then shall you be free.”
No one took it seriously but the man married a dull yet stunning woman whose empty headedness bored him in to the depths of depression where he withered away. Similar fates met all soon after, same with their offspring. They married simply for looks and never for love, for they could neither feel it within themselves or from others.
The curse would continue on so long as the Beteonnes were foolish enough to procreate.
Or would it?
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Adam slouched in the chair, listening to his sister prattle on about the party she'd been to the night before and oh how many lovely girls had been there and oh Adam you should have come why didn't you Vivian was soooo yesterday... and so forth.
Finally having enough of his dear sister he tossed a throw pillow in her direction, which caught her on the arm. “Honestly!” She huffed, frowning prettily. “You would think you'd be over her by now. After all, you left her. It wasn't like she left you, and why would she? She was mad for you.”
”She was mad for my face,” came the gruff reply.
“And who wouldn't be, Adam? You're positively breath-taking.” A pause. “As am I.”
”Honestly Abigaile, can't I have something more in common with a girl than the conversation about how chiseled my jaw is or how soft my hair is?”
Abigaile screwed up her face, which still was pretty. “You're not making sense, Brother. You used to eat up compliments, now you're spitting them out.”
Adam sighed, getting up to cross the room to the nearest window. Outside it was a clear day, bright and sunny without a cloud to be seen but it might as well have been the middle of winter with a storm on the way for all he felt inside about it.
“Tell you what,” continued his sister, “why don't I find someone for you? You know I love to play match-maker!”
”Please don't...”
“Pish-posh. I'm going to anyway, so there.” The woman flounced out of the room with a high-pitched giggle, determined to set her brother right. He wanted more, right? So bring him an ugly troll of a girl who would be as dull if not moreso than any of the others he'd dated and he'd see just how fortunate he was.
Back in his room Adam slumped away from the window to his bed, throwing himself down face-first on the plush mattress and silk sheets. He had a distinct feeling his sister was going to ruin his life with this crazy idea of hers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:05 pm
Tiffany Heartin  ------------------------------------------------------------ It's been many years since that day. Since the day Tiffany's world fell halfway apart. The icy memory bites at Tiffany's mind. A fire had broken loose in her home. Tiffany ran towards her father crying. "Daddy! Daddy, what'll happen to us? What'll happen to mommy?" Tiffany screamed. He didn't answer. He wouldn't either. The fire department was called as well as the police. The police discovered that the fire was no accident, but they were not able to confirm who caused the fire. After this incident, Tiffany and her father were transported to the hospital in the E.R. To the Father's relief, his daughter was okay, but the father would not be able to continue his job as a rogue. Several months later, the father found out, that it was because of his job, the house burned down. But, he never told Tiffany. In Tiffany's mind, she had to become a rogue like her father. Her father pleaded, but Tiffany wouldn't buy it. But, only Tiffany would know this as well as her father. But that's it. To everyone else, she was just another "normal" girl who dressed funny, and loved music. -------------------------- Tiffany walked through a city with absolute stubbornness. Her father told her not to deliver the message to the council. He said that she should go bowling with her friends, or go sing karaoke, and if lucky, to snag a date. Pff! A date! Every boy who knows Tiffany thinks she's a weirdo. Besides, it's not like most can stand her. She shouldn't get her hopes up. Tiffany marched through the city holding the message tightly in her hands re-running her mission in her head. What was she to do again? She was to deliver the letter then to go to the council. The only pain thing about this, is that the person she was to deliver the letter to, she didn't personally know them. Oops. Well, there's her social reputation down the drain. Tiffany continued to walk through the city her mind in check. Now who was this mail to? Ahh...some young lady named Abigaile? Hmm...Tiffany knew no one named Abigaile. Then again, her socialism down the drain. Tiffany, not watching where she stepped, tripped over a loose stone. Tiffany fell to the ground with a "thud", and got up. Tiffany brushed herself off. 'Stupid stairs.' Tiffany's breath was taken away when she encountered the other part of the city. It was gorgeous. Bleeding Art Sorry for the late reply! This is more than I usually post!
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:31 pm
Abigaile Beteonne looked as though she'd stepped from a magazine. Her raven hair was the perfect shade without ever having touched a bottle of hair dye and it curled in just the right way to accent her heart-shaped face and long neck that led down to perfect breasts and an hourglass figure. The clothes she chose helped show off her perfection but more than five minutes with her and you'd swear she was rotten to the core. Even her care for her younger brother was only for herself, ultimately.
The woman bounced out of the large estate and down the drive on to the sidewalk and saw a peculiarly dressed young woman gawking in her direction. It wasn't anything new but she sized up the girl and grinned mischievously. Wiping the grin away she walked over, holding out her lace glove-covered hand.
"Hiiii there," she greeted. "You look a little lost, sugar." Before her hand could be taken she saw the envelope and plucked it away. "Ooh, this is for me, whaddya know? You must've been the errand girl they were sending."
An arm slid around Tiffany's shoulders and the bubbly woman started walking them along.
"Say, how much would it cost me to doll you up and sit you down in front of my brother for dinner? He doesn't bite, I swear. It's just," she sighed heavily, "he's so down and I think a, um, cute girl," her head turned away and she choked back a gag, "like yourself would cheer him up. Totally one night, just dinner. What's your price, sugar?"
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Adam sat up and went to the window again which looked out on the front of the estate and he could see Abigaile talking to someone, though he couldn't make out much more than that. Was she picking someone else up again? How many times a day was she going to require the help to change her sheets?
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"Oh, oh! Yes, look. That window there, second on the right; third floor. That's my brother right there. Isn't he a babe? C'mon, whaddya say? I'll pay anything, name your price."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 3:01 pm
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ [[OCC; Also thank you for understanding! At that moment I didn't have too much to work with! gonk no, it's perfectly fine~! I'm used to it ;3 I kinda expected something similar to happen! XD]] Sugar? That was a little odd. Even more so when Tiffany realized that the woman took the letter from her. Just the way. Heck, Tiffany was really shocked from this girl even looking at her. The way some of Tiffany's locks were black, the way some of Tiffany's face was burned...and the way Tiffany's eyes were violet too. Tiffany...wasn't exactly charming...no, but a tad frightening. Tiffany took the woman's hand and nodded in appreciation. Tiffany realized that they were walking. And it also shocked her that this strange lady had called her "cute". Tiffany knew she was lying. Who would call her cute? Well, maybe in a few years her face would recover, but even so, something about this woman scared her. Maybe it was the confident smirk, or maybe the way she acted. Either way, Abigaile scared Tiffany a tad. Tiffany just looked up at Adam. Ooh...that poor boy. He may have to deal with such an uncute looking girl. And yet, why would this man's sister do this to him anyways?! Tiffany, is slightly oblivious. But...he was kinda cute in her eyes. She looked back at Abigaile. "Just a trench coat for my dad I suppose. He gets cold easily." Tiffany replied. Tiffany was a little more concerned for her dad. Wait until he heard this one. "The name's Tiffany. And yours?" Tiffany asked holding her hand out for a shake. Tiffany had a feeling, this was a trap, but she refused to say a word.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 3:27 pm
Anyone could tell these two women should not be walking together, much less conversing and touching, but Abigaile was determined to show her brother what he had was not so bad when compared with, well, her.
"A trenchcoat, that's it?" She smiled. "Well tell you what, sugar, you let me dress you and do your makeup and hair and I'll throw in another just for your daddy." Not that she gave a damn about Tiffany's father but she was well-versed in lying to get what she wanted and right now she wanted Tiffany pomped up and looking as unsightly as possible to parade in front of her brother.
Abigaile looked to the extended hand, biting back her revulsion as she took it and gave one solid shake before letting go. "What a cute name." She coughed. "I'm Abigaile Beteonne. That handsome Galahad at the window is my brother Adam."
They walked in to the large estate and Abigaile screamed for some maids, who all came running as though Hell's hounds were at their heels. She barked for them to wash up their guest and start on dinner, Master Adam would be dining alone with his guest tonight.
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He heard his sister come in the house and begin screaming orders left and right and, listening in, he realized she had brought in a young woman who was to be dining with him. Adam cringed at this news. She had really gone and done it. Now he was going to have to sit awkwardly with some girl who probably didn't have an original thought in her head and listen to her describe him as though he had no mirror to look in for himself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 4:01 pm
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ [[OCC; I understand that! To tell you the truth, I've been here pretty much in the middle of November of this year, so I completely understand. Before, I was just LARPing before this. It's pretty hard for me as well; I'm more of a writer. Deck my posts with tons of edits! Fa,la,la,la,la, la,la,la,la! XD I feel your pain!]] Tiffany all the sudden, didn't want to accept the deal. This woman, was disgusted. But, Tiffany was also giving this girl a taste of her own medicine. Tiffany, was more than meets the eye. Tiffany plastered a fake smile on her face trying to make sure she looked like a little girl in a candy store. She would have to act all excited about such, bite back the torture, and seem oblivious. "Are you sure? Thank you Abigaile~! I look forward to meeting your brother!" She forced out trying to be cheerful and enthusiastic. Tiffany remembered what Adam had looked like. Poor boy, had to deal with a half-burned up girl. Tiffany sighed eternally. This, was a royal pain. And Tiffany didn't like the way this girl treated the other servants either.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 4:21 pm
Finally after roughly two hours of being subjected to every imaginable beauty regimen torture, Abigail declared Tiffany finished and led the girl to a floor length mirror.
"What do you think, sugar? Wonders what a little eyeliner can do, mm?"
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Adam took his time getting ready, dreading the dinner date more with every passing minute. Though he had to admit, he did look fetching in his dark collared shirt and slacks with his ink-black hair pulled back away from his face. The sullen look in his eyes soured what was otherwise a devastatingly handsome face, but that couldn't be helped.
This girl would be like all the others. Like Marianne, Jessica, Shauna, and even Vivian, his last girlfriend. Pleasing to the eye but they were as plastic as credit cards. Puppets more than real women, they did whatever you told them; nothing more, nothing less. They never deviated from what they were told was acceptable.
Checking his reflection one last time, Adam left his room and walked down the winding staircase to enter the dining room where he supposed his date of sorts would be waiting, if Abigaile had let her survive whatever shenanigans she decided to put the poor girl through.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:53 pm
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ Tiffany had a feeling that this girl was a little too oblivious. Tiffany peered a little bit with her deep violet eyes. Then when such was done, Abigaile led her to a mirror, and Tiff's jaw dropped. She looked better than she ever really has. Tiffany looked at Abigaile upon her nickname, "Sugar". Tiffany didn't exactly knew what eyeliner was. "E...eyeliner?" She stammered asking. Well, she shook her head pushing the wondering moment aside. "Again...thank you Abigaile..." Tiffany replied. Tiffany looked up into Abigaile's eyes with her violet eyes. Tiffany was truly shocked. Maybe it was the make-up, maybe it was the powder, maybe it was the two hours. But Tiffany, was amazed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:19 pm
"Let's get you down to the dining room now." She was practically shaking with excitement. She had a camera ready to record the whole thing in her back pocket. Social media was going to love this.
Leading her down, Abigaile descended the winding staircase that sat at the center of the large home and walked Tiffany down one hall that was lined with expensive art and portraits of several generations of family. If anyone looked close enough at the expressions of the subjects, none ever smiled. Whoever had painted each one seemed to capture their unhappiness just so but even then it was beautiful. To say the very least the attractiveness of this bloodline was positively unnatural.
The dining room was behind two sliding oak doors and the servants poised at each one readily slid them apart to reveal a large room with crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and cherrywood table and matching chairs done in an Art Nouveau style set with pristine lace runners, silver, and glass goblets. It was set for only two.
At the furthest end of the table stood a man roughly 6'2" with a toned body hidden beneath dark clothes that matched his equally dark hair, his pale complexion and blue eyes standing out like a sore thumb. His brow wrinkled in confusion upon seeing Tiffany and he looked to his sister.
"Adam, this is Tiffany. She'll be your date tonight." She nudged Tiffany lightly. "Say hi, sugar."
"You're pulling my leg." He frowned.
"Oh shut up and be grateful to your big sister."
Giving his sister a hard stare, Adam came around the table and, like a true gentleman, pulled the nearby chair away from the table and gestured to Tiffany to sit. He wouldn't look her in the eye.
[[OOC: Happy New Year's Eve to you too! :3 ]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 10:02 am
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ Let's just say, Abigaile was getting too excited for her own good, and Tiffany, had a feeling that this was too good to be true. She noted the camera, and told herself that she'd have to be careful. Tiffany looked up at Abigaile a little nervously as they had walked through the halls remembering that, the servants were hard working, and that none of them looked too happy. But neither did the royals in these pictures. This was not quite a funhouse. Tiffany's violet eyes turned darker as they continued. She felt bad for these people. Tiffany knew that rich people weren't always happy being rich, and that sometimes they are bored and sad deep inside, yet they smile on the outside, or they try to be cheerful, but the expression says otherwise. Tiffany felt bad. What kind of a place was this?! Tiffany looked at the man. Her violet eyes were bearing down. Well, her shyness was a downside to never going on a date. She jumped a little when Abigaile nudged her. She looked at Abigaile nervously. She then looked at Adam her violet eyes darting. "H-hi." Tiffany greeted shyly. She then looked at Abigaile and noted her comment. It was a little harsh. And this man, seemed to not appreciate this little date as she expected. 'Oh dear.' Tiffany thought. She then heard the chair move. She then smiled nervously and gratefully at Adam. "T-thank you..." She thanked a little quietly. She then sat down in the chair. Tiffany's eyes looked around.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 10:44 am
That done, he walked gracefully to his own seat and sat down, sitting back in the high-back chair and lacing his fingers together, quietly observing the young woman sitting across the table from him.
The servants in the room moved seamlessly, pouring both water and wine in the appropriate glasses before bringing the starter course of a simple soup.
"So what did my darling sister bribe you with to get you in here?" He asked suspiciously. "Bragging rights? Your 15 minutes of fame on social media or television?" It was obvious he was trying to sound intimidating but instead he just sounded tired. Finally looking at her, his brow furrowed ever so slightly in minor confusion. "You have unusual eyes." It wasn't a compliment, but it wasn't derogatory either. It was simply a statement; a fact.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:23 pm
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ Tiffany peered at him with her innocent violet eyes feeling jumpy. Something about him made her uneasy, and why, Tiffany had naught a clue. She shook her head at all his answers. Tiffany may have been spacing out a bit, and lasping into reality and being pushed somewhere else. Tiffany trembled. "No...she offered, but I'm worried about my Papi who can't walk, and you see, he gets cold easily...and uh...were a tad poor, so I asked your...intimidating sister to give my father a trench coat." Tiffany replied patient. Tiffany stared down at her shoes feeling panicked. She felt socially awkward due to only having her friends who were with her in her private high school, and normally, she was with her father because of his disability to not being able to walk. Tiffany felt quite bewildered at the sudden change of events. She looked up at him and smiled shakely and quivered. She noticed he saw her eyes. Tiffany felt socially awkward, yet again. "U...ummm...I was born with them, and t-they give me a ton of unnatural problems." She told him. Oh crap. Did she just mess up?! Okay, calm down Tiffany! It's not like the end of the world. Just focus, and chill.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 2:08 am
He didn't know what bothered him more, that his sister had done this or that she had just happened to pick up some poor girl who only asked for a coat for her father in return. The Beteonnes were renowned for their wealth, she could have asked for anything. Hell, he'd known girls who, on first dates, asked for emerald necklaces. Well, if it's what she wanted and only that he would oblige.
Her next answer had him smirking just the least bit.
"I do believe I can relate to that problem." Was his reply. Adam sat up in his chair and ran his long fingers through his ebony hair. "So tell me exactly why you're acting like a rabbit cornered by a fox. If you think something medieval like a beheading will come your way if you say the wrong thing then I'm afraid you've heard the wrong rumors. No matter the outcome of what is happening right now you'll receive what you asked for and walk away unscathed."
Why wouldn't she look at him? Why was she so nervous? These were things he wanted to know. Not even the servants, who had seen him at his worst, acted this afraid. The other thing was, why did he care so much? Perhaps it was because he was used to being fawned over and verbally petted. Tiffany was doing the exact opposite.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 3:14 pm
Tiffany Heartin ------------------------------------------------------------ Tiffany prayed silently in her head that he wouldn't learn everything; and/or what was really going on in her head. Because she used to visit a house similar to this; the one that was burnt down. The one that took her mother, and wounded her and her father. She prayed, that it wouldn't burn down. But even if it didn't, Tiffany, would be worried about it later, and if it would burn down. Tiffany looked down then back up at Adam. Tiffany held her breath, and managed to steady herself as he asked questions. Why? Why did she accept the offer? And now he knew her little...low self-esteem current state; she was vulnerable; she was an open book. Well, if she messed up now...she messed up big time. "Hmm? O...oh. It's nothing. None of you...would harm me." She simply replied. Tiffany looked up into his eyes. The correct answer would be, "Whatever your sister put me through, I won't sign up for again." but that'd seemed rude. Tiffany, just wanted to question this family. Why had Abigale gotten a camera? Why did she even agreed to this? And why was Adam overly curious about a simple rogue such as her? And did he even know what was underneath the make-up? No? Well, she would've bet you a buck 50 that it was due to his sister. 'At least...this can't be the worse right?' She thought bitterly. Plus, she noted that Adam's suspicion rise, along with curiosity. Just...why?! Why would he be curious? And doesn't he know, that she was...ugly? It may be hard to see with the make-up, and with the hood she had on previously before, but even his sister, thought she was ugly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 3:43 pm
The main course consisted of some beef dish cooked with greens, presented artfully with a delicately applied sauce and herbs that made it look like it had more right being in a museum than for human consumption.
When at last the servants had exited, Adam decided to speak again. "Harm you?" He repeated her probably poorly chosen words. "Are you so used to being harmed that you come to expect it from everyone, or are we still on the subject of rumors?"
Without warning he stood and walked halfway alongside the table where the small centerpiece was, fingers moving to play with the small flames of the lit candles there. If it hurt, he didn't show it.
His eyes trailed over her face, noticing a slight imperfection in what looked like a caked on amount of foundation. Normally that would bother him but for some reason he found it interesting. Had his sister tried hiding something? Even with the makeup he could tell Tiffany was no great beauty but why go through the trouble of fixing her up if her goal was obviously to bother him?
"God, this silence is dreadful." He snapped his fingers and the servant who had removed the soups returned. "Put on a record, would you? Anything will do. If I have to hear myself think this loudly any longer I'll break something." The servant nodded and disappeared. Moments later from what seemed like hidden speakers in various parts of the room, music filtered through loud enough to be heard but soft enough to continue to allow conversation if it was desired.
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