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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 5:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:10 pm
1. Dreaming Thought's Posts
2. Contents
3. The Rules
4. About Vincent
5. The House
6. Powers
7. Photo Album
8. Possessions
9. Dreams
10. Memories
11. Vincent's Room
12. Events
13. History
14. Friends & Foes
15. Family
16. Journal Starts
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:11 pm
1. Owners of Simu and Guardians may post here.
2. Please be kind and friendly.
3. No flaming.
4. Keep OOC posts to a minimum.
5. Have fun!
6. Other rules will be added as needed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:19 pm
   Name: Vincent
Nicknames: Maestro
Full Name: Vincent Laroche
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Favourite food: Apple and Raspberry Compote
Favourite colour: Purple and Black
Birthday: July 9th
Languages: French and English
Family: Drea Lutrell (Mother), Tomoe Yashida (Sister), Minion (Sister), Pata (Aunt)
Likes: Opera, Music, Art, Seculsion, Fire
Dislikes: Conflict, Meaningless talk
Worst foods: Seafood
Hobbies: Drawing, Painting portraits, Attending operas
Past Relationships: -None-
Unique Powers/Talents: Manipulation, Violin
Romance status: -None-
Family in the past: -Unknown-
Weapon of Choice: His mind
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Blood Type: -Unknown-
Strengths: Level headed, Allure, Manipulation
Weaknesses: Shy, Insecure, Quiet
Favorite Animal: Crow
Favorite Style: French Aristocrat
Personality: Secluded and quiet, Vincent enjoys watching others from a distance. He takes great pride in gathering information and using it to help others along with himself. This, of course, can backfire on him, and does so more often then not.
He enjoys art in all forms, but what he enjoys the most is the theater. Opera, musical, drama, they all amaze him and come alive before his eyes on the stage. He delights in portraits, taking great care to copy down at least an impression of nearly everyone he meets.
Vincent is a very withdrawn sort of person, that is perhaps what is most alluring about him, if not the fact that he's very sly when it comes to getting what he wants from others.
If anything Vincent has a strange fascination with fire. He could spend hours staring into the flames of a fireplace or candle. He also is not afraid to touch it, another odd things for one based off a movie about vampires. A bad habit he has come into is the fact that, when confronted with a situation that is too much for him to handle, he will clam up. He will ignore the person speaking to him or simply leave that person with no one to talk to in general
Currently: At the mall getting some new clothes.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:22 pm
Basement
The basement is one of the most mysterious areas of the chateau.
The others that live within the walls of the house have mentioned
hearing strange noises and also flashing lights from deep within the
darkness that the basement offers. It is true that even Messiah
herself doesn't care to venture down into the depths of this room,
but will do so only with another, and only with a flashlight for
backup. She has yet to find anything strange there, but there have
been a few select bottles of wine moved in the wine cellar.
First Floor
The first floor is the main living area. This is where all life happens in
the chateau. The living room and dining hall are the main
attractions for this floor, housing some of the most splendid furniture
and accessories that money can buy. The dinning hall itself is
crowned with a chandelier made of polished crystal, that hangs
above the center of a large wooden dinner table.
The living room houses many pieces of old refurnished, victorian
style pieces of furniture as well as old, antique rugs and paintings. It
is obvious that there is a theme running throughout the house; both
Drea and her family members are quite fond of the Vistorian era and
the art and lifestyle that time period produced.
Second Floor
The second floor is home to the sleeping quarters. There are
basically three sections to this floor. Section one, to the left of the
stairs, leads to Vincent's room. the second section, straight down the
hall from the stairs, leads to Tomoe's room, and to the right of the
hall leads to Messiah's chambers. Each section is decorated in a
theme picked out by the respective owner of the section, yet, despite
their differences, they all mesh perfectly at the staircase.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:26 pm
 Manipulation
Vincent possesses the ability to twist one's words and his own into
a form that can manipulate a person to do his will without them truely
knowing they are doing so. This skill is subtle and he truely does not
have to use it that often. His good looks and soft, deep voice help add
to the allure and mystery, and only aid him in his tasks of gathering
information on the others around him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:30 pm
  Vincent's Necklace: This is the necklace that Vincent came from.
It really is a lovely item, just like him. Mysterious thing this necklace
Teen Vincent: This is how Vincent first appeared, he was abit of a shock
to find, sitting there watching tv like a child with Saturday morning
cartoons, only this one was alot more grotesque.
Commissioned Fan Arts
These are pieces of art done by others either as gifts, or
as comissions. I want to say thanks to each and every one.
Elemental_Angel_Kari
[X]
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:41 pm
  Antique Violin: This is Vincent's most prized possession. It was
thought to be lost, but Messiah found it hidden among
a few old items in the shop. She recalls begging and pleading
to keep it for him. Vincent often says that music is an extension
of the soul, perhaps this violin is part of his. Torn Vampire Plush: It seems this poor little toy was torn when
Vincent found it. It really is a shame, but he loves it more then
anything else. I wonder why that is? He most often seen holding
this toy, or it is resting on his bed. He makes certain it is in a safe
place at all times.
 Wolf Chalice: Another antique in Vincent's collection. This one was
given to him by Messiah. She noted how much he liked the darkness,
and the like, and this simply seemed fitting. It rests on a shelf in the
corner of his room, sometimes the eyes even seem to glow.
 Silver Cross: Found in a rather expensive shop, Messiah brought
this home and placed it on her mantle. Vincent found it soon after,
taking it to his room, and hiding it away. Why would he do such a
thing? And for such a tiny little pin.
 Pendant: This a gift from and anonomous 'friend'.
Vincent still does not know who left it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:46 pm
 Tea With Sim "Mother, please tell me you are not going to be wearing that once my guest arrives," Sim groaned, "Please have some amount of mercy for your son..."
"Oh don't be silly, I look fine," the woman rolled her eyes, "If there's anyone who needs to look in the mirror it would be you," she muttered beneath her breath.
Sim had invited Vincent over for tea, which was the best equivalent for Huni's merienda that Sim could think off. He had managed to convince his sister to make some scrumptious cookies and pastries, and the velveteen did not fail. For situated in the living room was a plate of finger sandwiches, and cookies. Though not an avid lover of tea, Sim went for a peppermint blend, while keeping a packet of Earl Gray just in case it wasn't to his guest's liking.
it had been hell on Earth on Messiah to try and get Vincent out of bed in time for his engagment. She couldn't believe how this boy had taken to sleeping through the day. It was an amazement. Of course, even after he was out of bed and prepared, hat was still not a guarentee that he would go.
"Mother...honestly. Do you truely think that I want to spend my time having tea with that boy?" He rolled his eyes as Messiah adjusted what seemed to be some sort of tie around his neck. "He is a strange one...though...surely on worth studying...I don't think I can be much more then that to him..." He tugged on the tie to loosen it. "You are trying to strangle me..."
"Vincent, stop your whining...I am sure this...Sim, as you call him, is a wonderful person. If you do not go to this tea, I will make certain that your room is remodeled by the next full moon."
The look on Vincent's face was one os sheer horror. He had spent months on his room, it was how he liked it. "I would soon sell my soul to the devil then let you touch my things..." He grumbled under his breath, but in the end he gathere what things he figured he would need (His violin, and afew other choice items), and left the house.
He was lucky to know the way to this one's home. It was not like he ventured out often. It took him quite some time to arrive, but he waited there, on the doorstep, fighting with himself over if he should indeed ring the bell. 'Our first meeting was a disaster, wat good could come from digging up such a rotten thing yet again?'
It took him only a moment to answer his question "why for the fun dear boy...and for the torment.." He laughed and haistily rang the bell.
At the sound of the doorbell, Sim jumped to his feet and rallied everyone together.
"Alright, he's here, and you all know what that pertains to~" he sang, "Everyone is to remain scarce. And that goes especially for you." The teen narrowed his eyes at his infant brother, Quilt.
Quilt just glared at Sim with his bi-colored eyes and stuck his tongue out. This big lug had no right to order him around, he'd crawl wherever and whenever he wanted.
When he shooed everyone away, the red head opened the door, and a bright smile was once again on his lips.
"Why hello, Maestro, do come in," he greeted, ushering his guest into the living room. Sim had dressed differently because they were having a guest, instead of his usual bright clashing clothes, Sim was sporting a white tapered shirt beneath a pin stripe vest, similar to the one Huni wore save it was black and white. His pants were a solid hue of black where his suede loafers peeked out from beneath the pant cuffs.
The hush in the house was welcoming. He was amazed that a man so loud could live in a place so quiet. Not that he was really complaining. He glanced about from room to room as Sim lead him to the living room. He had not missed the fact that Sim had changed clothes 'Quite fitting...at least more so then his former attire'
He smiled weakly and spoke in a hushed tone as they walked along. "I am to thank you for having me here..." He did not let any form of excitment show in his voice. "Your home is stunning to say the least. Much more then I had expected." He chuckled and waited to be offered a seat. He clutched his violin's case to his chest, hugging it as though it were a child.
"You find this drab little shack stunning? You're the first person besides mother who has said so, perhaps the old dear wasn't drunk and blindfolded when she designed the decor," Sim chuckled, "Oh no need to be so formal, have a seat, have any seat you wish, and do put that down before I become too curious and demand you show me what is in it."
Sim had been wondering about the violin case, and whether it did contain the said musical instrument rather than a concealed weapon. Too many movies, and random memories of things hidden beneath layers of fabric can do that to a person, especially one as weird as Sim.
The dark-haired boy simply shrugged his shoulders and moved to take a seat in one of the chairs, about the room. He really didn't know what to make of Sim's actions. The red head was quite confusing, but so what. It really didn't matter.
He placed his violin down next to him, not more then an inch from his side. He never let it get out of his sight, so why would this time be any different? "MY mother raised me to be proper and polite...Forgive me if I don't conduct myself as a swine."
He placed his hands down on his lap, watching Sim, wondering if perhaps this one would ever be in the least be entertaining.
Sim cocked his head slightly but continued to smile pleasantly at the dark haired teen.
"Mother tries her best to correct me whenever I make mistakes, pity she doesn't quite know the difference when I am and when I'm not making one," he shrugged, "Oh but nevermind that, I did invite you over for a reason. You see, a few weeks ago, I and some of the others were on a most dreadful cruise. We nearly died, if it wasn't drowning it was starvation, or it was pneumonia, or worse boredom!
"I'm certain things have been happening back here in civilization and because my mother went off galavanting after me, I have no one to ask about the ongoings. Surely you would know some interesting tidbit about what has been happening as of late."
Ah, so this is where all the others were. He had recalled waking up in the antique shop. He really couldn't remember much before that, but the tv had been on, a vampire movie. He thought for awhile and then shook his head.
"There is little I can help you with. You see...When I first arrived here...there was no one, not a soul around. I spent days watching the same movie over and over again." He sighed and lowered his head. "Other then that...when I was found, my mother took me in...she told me I should go and meet others, but tell me dear Sim, what others were there for me to meet? I can tell you of the happenings in my world...but I doubt the fantasies and the like that my room can muster would entertain you much..."
He crossed his thin legs infront of him. The gesture was very feminine, the boy's hair falling loose of it's bonds and framing his face with blackness
Sim didn't let his disappointment show, instead he extended a a cookie-laden tray to his guest.
"Care for some peppermint tea? Or perhaps you prefer Earl gray?" he offered, "So you truly have no clue whether or not Ari is real or what has Riri been up to? Oh bother, I did so hope to know. Ari has lovely hair, the hue of cornsilk and as luxurious as Laccie's. Though I do wonder whether or not she exists as I met her in a dream, although it felt quite real," he adds.
"Would you prefer to confirm the doubts you have about me involving your fantasies?" Sim coyly asked, his tone bordering on flirtation.
"I can tell you naught of either I'm afraid. As for my fantasies, sir. I could share with you tales of music spinning wonders inside one's soul. I can speak of glorious darkness and losing one's self to it. Other then that I dare not speak more, after all, one cannot learn everything about a person in one sitting" He chuckled. This conversation was becoming quite the entertainment.
He fiddled with the collar around his neck, not really caring for the attire his mother had chosen. He noted the offer of tea and nodded once. "Please..." He took one cookie in his hand glancing at it before taking a small bite. "C'est bon" He nodded and placed it on a plate nearby him.
Though he spoke English wonderfully, his true language was French. He did so love that tongue, the way the words rolled. "Pardon moi, but who are these two you spoke of before? You mentioned Ari, but who is this Riri?" One dark brow raised in question.
Sim had never heard French before, it was quite different from the almost brusque Tagalog Huni sometimes used when she was quite pissed. The teen found the softness of the language a little weak, having gotten used to the hard syllables of Huni's other vernacular.
But he chose not to verbalize his thoughts, rather he continued to smile at Vincent as he poured the other teen a cup of tea. "Your fantasies sound quite stimulating, they would certainly be far more interesting to others than mine would," he chuckled.
"You've met Ari, then? Or at least you've heard of her?" Sim blinked, his heart fluttering at the thought that she was real. "As for Riri, well you'll recognize him quite easily, odd marking on his arms, a laurel wreathe in his hair and his clothing style is similar to a tree. Mostly composed of greens and browns, quite drab since I think a deep blue would suit him better."
"I have only heard of this Ari because you speak of her, I know nothing of her personally." He sighed and listened to his description of this Riri. He certainly sounded like an interesting sort, for the fact that Sim didn't care for his clothing, if nothing more.
"If you say my fantasies would be more entertaining then yours, I certainly am interested to discover what it is you compaire my pointless hobbies to." He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair. "enlighten me perhaps??"
"I see, that is of no grave consequence, I'm certain once you meet Ari, you'll find her quite charming," Sim giggled in a manner akin to a school girl. "And as for my fantasies, Maestro, I believe I had asked you first."
Sim could play this game all day, it was no bother for the teen to keep on talking, he had observed Huni gabbing away a great deal. It was easy enough to get into a rhythm, but Sim felt like learning about his guest.
Vincent was all good humor as he chuckled at the boy, his eyes seemed to shimmer like pent up gold. "You'd think my fantasies were something...explict...the way you seem to go on." A bit of dark hair fell over his face as he leaned in.
"I picture a room full of night, the cold, biting whisper if the wind blowing through the emptiness..." His eyes closed, his mind lost to it for now. "The smell of the earth in the air, and the sound of music in my heart, filling me with life and passion." As he sat there, Sim would be able to see the boys fingers run over his violin's case, caressing it, loving it.
He sat further forward, his eyes focusing on Sim fully, though half lidded. "can you not picture such a thing...? To sleep with darkness, to dance with the wind, to be one with music?" Every word made his golden eyes seem to grow more and more intense.
Sim was not fond of music, not that it meant he hated music, but he was not as enthusiastic about it as Vincent. Still, he nodded to his guest, mouth parted in a toothy grin. While he did not completely share Vincent's sentiments, the red haired teen was not about to ruin the moment.
"I haven't been able to experience that," his tone was low and sultry, eyes resting upon Vincent's fingers as they stroked the violin case. "Perhaps I shall have the opportunity, soon?" he teased, a finger tapping against his cheek thoughtfully.
As Sim spoke, Vincent seemed to be pulled from his fantasy. His eyes lost that heated passion and faded again to the cool, less firey amber. He stared at his host as if not really seeing him for a moment before blinking and nodding his head. "Forgive me for that..." He sighed. "Perhaps, sometime in the future I will play for you...see if I can make you feel as I feel about my music."
He moved to take a sip off his tea. there was abit of unease around him now, the fact that he had gone so deeply into that fantasy infront of a stranger bothered him. Perhaps...perhaps now would be a good time to leave. his mind spun around ideas for escape, each one allittle more desperate, yet he did not act on them.
"Think nothing of it!" Sim declared brightly, "And that is a lovely idea, Maestro," he smiled coyly, though the red haired teen felt disappointed that Vincent did not seem all that interested in Sim's fantasies. Then again, there were very few who shared his passion, and he has yet to meet one.
"Are you alright there, Maestro? Do you need to visit the powder room?" Sim noted, quirking a brow at his guest.
Vincent did not do well with cheek. He flashed a glare at Sim for a moment before turning his eyes away. "I'm fine...thank you." He collected himself for a moment and then looked back to Sim. "now. I do believe I asked you second, Sim." He tried hard to keep his irritation out of his voice, but it was far harder then it seemed.
"That is, if you wish to share them. after all, I can expect that fantasies from you must be of an...interesting nature." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, a smirk covering his emotions for the time being. "Enlighten me..."
Sim marvelously suppressed a grin at Vincent's reaction, and instead presented a look of bewilderment at the irritation. "Well, if you insist, I must warn you though, I have a tendency to ramble on. Oh wait, I seem to be doing it right now," he trilled, "My fantasies always involve a small room, lit only with candlelight, the windows have been shut, sealing the confines from the outside world. I am always in the very center of the dimly lit quarters, dressed only in the barest of essentials. My sight is darkened at this point, so I can better feel the soft carpet beneath the soles of my feet. Something drapes over my shoulders, it is cool and smooth like silk. From one solid mass it disperses into a multitude of strands, thin and ticklish like lace. The gossamer sensation of chiffon wraps itself around my arms, and course, roughness of burlap winds around my legs.
"The myriad of textures dance across my bare flesh and I surrender myself to the fabrics' embrace."
Sim pauses to let out a dreamy sigh, "It is the ultimate suit, is it not?"
Vincent listened intently, his expression never changing. However, inwardly he looked on Sim with a look that bordered on confusion. He could understand his own fantasies about music, seduced by darkness was far more sensual then being attacked by clothing. "Certainly a...'unique' fantasy." he coughed once into his hand, trying to clear his throat.
"It is needless to say we are both...very..unique in our thinking. It's a shame that there are no others to share our loves with." He chuckled and pulled his violin case into his lap. This visit was going better then it had started, Vincent was rather surprised by that, perhaps Sim was not as...arrogant...as he had first thought.
"Yes, it is quite the shame, but sometimes I'm relieved that I am the sole person who has these fantasies. It's an almost possessive sort of thing, really," Sim chuckled, "Oooo, you are going to play? Marvelous!" he squealed as he clapped, his hands held close to his chest in delight. It was always interesting to learn about other people's talents, it reassured Sim on the uniqueness of his own abilities.
Vincent hadn't planned on playing, rather he had pulled it close in an almost possessive manner. But, now that it seemed that Sim expected it, what harm would it do? After all, when he played he was no longer in the room, but in his world, his fantasy.
He nodded and unclicked the locks on his case. Lifting the top, his took great care not to juggle the fragile instrument inside it. He pulled the polished violin fro mthe case, placing it under his chin as he smiled at Sim. "Do you have any requests? Or should I simply pick something I think you might like?"
"I'm not particular about the song, so long as it's you who is playing, I'll be happy with anything," Sim smiled sweetly. He didn't dare tell his guest he knew very few songs, it might be off-putting and embarrassing.
Vincent nodded once. Closing his eyes he let the bow move slowly over the strings of the violin. Gradually the song gained pace, and 'Hall of the Mountain King' flowed freely, letting it somber tune ring through the room. It was true the song sounded incomplete with only the one violin, but he played it the best he couldm feeling every note as it ran down his spine, taking him over, fueling him onward.
Sim let the music wash over him as he took a silent sip of his tea. It wasn't the upbeat sort of melody that Huni often blasted over the radio, neither was it the catchy OPM that he tapped his foot in time. Still, it was pleasant to listen to, almost soothing even. However, the teen was more engross with Vincent's expression. He rather liked the look of intensity the other teen had and found it vaguely familiar. At this thought a shiver ran down his spine, though he could not think of any reason for this.
Vincent's body continued to sway with each new stroke of the bow over the strings. his eyes opened slightly, looking at Sim, as if the music had indicated to him that the other was indeed watching him. Vincent's eyes were intense, the power of the dark song showing through with all its wonderful glory in those amber orbs.
As they closed again, the song moved faster, his body moving with the need to keep up with the speed his hand was moving the bow. His dark hair moving over his shoulder like a black veil. He could feel Sim's eyes on him, and pondered as he played, what exactly it was that the other was thinking.
Sim continued to listen to the music, and his eyes were still focused on Vincent. No words passed through his lips, no thoughts formed in his mind, it seemed all Sim could do was listen and watch and feel. There was a tightness in his chest as an odd, unidentified sensation was swelling within him. He was growing uncomfortable, but there was no visible evidence of this. Instead, the corner of his lips curved into a smile, and his eyes tapered into jovial slits.
The dark haired boy, gracefully brought he song to a close. His hand slowly dragging the bow to a halt on the strings before lowering the bow to his lap, the violin remaining firmly beneath his chin.
His eyes opened and starred at Sim for a long time before he smiled and nodded his head to the other boy, his hand lowering the instrument back into it's case. He lowered his eyes, not saying a word, he simply covered the case, locking those small silver claps before setting it down once more to his side.
He would wait for the other to speak, the ebony haired boy still riding the feelings his own music raised inside him.
Normally, this was the perfect opportunity for Sim to try button pushing. But the music had an effect on him, and Sim was not in the mood for his usual antics. He was unusually relaxed, though not entirely comfortable about his current situation.
"That was a splendid performance, Maestro." Sim nodded in praise. "I am unfamiliar with melodies, apart from the pop songs mother blasts at full volume in her room. Was that an original piece?" he asked, chin resting on the back of his hand.
The tightness had begun to subside and Sim could feel more like himself little by little.
Vincent's eyes shined as he was complimented and then asked questions. He enjoyed explaining the songs, perhaps more then he really should have. "Unfortunatly no...It is a masterpiece by Edvard Grieg. I do rather enjoy the song." He chuckled and watched Sim closely.
"Songs, dark songs, have a speciall place in my heart. But, do not get me wrong, I can play lighter pieces as well." He tipped his head from side to side, cracking his neck. "I am also working on afew of my own original pieces, they however, are far from done." He sighed.
Dark songs weren't Sim's favorite, they make him feel things that he has no clue why he is feeling them. It's as if he remembers something that will forever loom just beyond his understanding but never far enough to ignore. Light songs were better for him, it was easier to play the fool with light songs lifting his mood. But that wasn't for Vincent to know.
"You make playing a song seem so effortless, but it's a craft is it not? How, well, that is to say, how did you come to learn these songs?"
"It is not hard to learn songs...Simple practice is all it takes." He stretched out his arms infront of him, working out the cramps that had formed in them from playing. "But yes..it does take a talent, most important is the talent to play. If you have not an instrument to play, then music becomes something that is quite difficult for you. true...you can sing..." He sighed and shook his head. "but I do not think that those that sing truely feel the music as those that let it run from their bodies."
"I can neither play an instrument nor sing," Sim moaned dramatically, "All I am capable of if dispensing advice on one's wardrobe. It must be lovely to have some skill that people respect. My talents are being unappreciated in this drab household."
"I'm certain there must be some that appreciates advice." He tugged on one of the buttons sleaves of his shirt. "After all, I know for a fact hat everyone is NOT a master of fashion." He stared in disgust at the suit his mother had put him in. "my mother included I must say." He smiled around his hand as he tugged on the tie at his throat.
Sim gazed critically at Vincent's clothing, his finger tapping against his chin thoughtfully.
"I'm inclined to agree with you, Maestro. That little number doesn't flatter you very well. If you prefer to seem paler, I do recommend dark colors, rich ones, nothing washed out or faded. If you wish to draw attention from your complexion, then colors are certainly the way to go!" Sim declared brightly, taking out his bright orange kerchief and tying around his neck in an ascot fashion.
"Well I'm glad we agree on something.." He laughed and tugged more on his outfit, pulling the tie free. "I prefer purple actually...it accents my eyes." He chuckled and shook his head, abit of dark hair falling into his eyes. "However...this is abit too...stiffling..I feel as though I'm being hidden for some reason."
Sim was about to give his reponse when a crash coming from upstairs sounded. The teen eyed the path leading to the stairs nervously, what could they be doing up there?! More crashes and worried yelling shortly followed.
"It seems, Maestro, that my family is being its usual inane self." he groaned in embarrassment. "I hope you do not think yourself insulted but we must cut this tea short." he sighed in dismay. "I do apologize for their atrocious behavior."
"I take no insult in this...You have a life as much as I. Thank you for your hospitality." He nodded to Sim, rising from his seat giving him a light bow. "I trust we will meet again. Till then...Enjoy your family..." He chuckled and winked at him, nodding to the noise from upstairs. "Good luck..." A Day At The Mall Vincent: A new day a new affair. Things were looking far too ambitious for the likes of the dark haired boy. his 'mother' had decided it best that they spead a day out at the mall, how lovely.
Vincent now stood in the presense of many a large rack of clothing, his mother holding some of the more attrocious pieces up against him for inspection. The look on the youth's face was nothing short of disgust.
"Mother...please...something with taste if you please." He reached for a plain white silk shirt, the fabric running through his hands and he smiled. "Like this..." He pulled it fro mthe rack and handed it to her, a light in his eyes that was rare.
The woman chuckled and looked at the plain thing. She shook her head. "Vincent, my love, I was thinking of somthing for play rather than a party...something, LESS formal perhaps."
The boy seemed to cringe at the idea, why not dress finely if you could? He watched in dimay as she replaced the shirt on the rack, recommensing holding a vast array of T-Shirts and other such common ware to his chest. His anber eyes grew heavy with fatigue, they had to have been at this for hours, they were obvioudly not getting anywhere anytime soon.
Kami: Kami was at the mall as well, her mother allowed her to out alone as Kami could defend herself. The pinkish red colored Simu had spent most of her time in the flower shop, and wondering if perhaps she should get a job there, gazing longingly at the beautiful flowers and that she got from Pata. She had bought two roses for some reason, she didn't know the reason why just yet.
Walking through the mall, she looked at all the beautiful adults as she walked by them. She wondered if she was going to stay this way forever, never catch up to 'Rora no matter how hard she tried. 'Rora allways remained a step infront of her with everything, looks, age and even guys. Why did they all flock around her for? What made her so special?
Hearing a familiar voice coming from a clothing store the pinkish red haired Simu was going to pass by, she halted in her steps but slipped on something and began to fall backwards. She let out a eek in surprise but mostly in panic but not because she was falling, but the roses that came out of her hand and were falling too.
Vincent: Out the corner of his eye the dark haired boy noticed the passing form of...pink? He blinked and turned his head, that fact causing his mother to scream at him to pay attention.
"Mother...excuse me...please.." He pulled away from the latest fashion victim and moved to the door of the shop. By the time he had reached it the girl was on the ground. He blinked and ran his finger's through his hair, not really wanting her to see him, but it would be concidered ungentlemanly to leave her sitting there.
After a moment of fighting with his solitary mind, he moved fro mthe shop, stopping before the girl, his version of concern on his face. He bowed his body down, offering her a hand to help her up. "Pardon me...if you would..?" His eyes flashed in the lighting, looking almost like liquid gold.
Kami: She let out a cry of pain as she fell onto her butt, spine hurting as she sat there, rubbing her back, whimpering in pain. "Owie that hurt.." he rubbed her back some more, roses laying on the ground in front of her. Kami didn't know that the boy she'd met in the simu store, the one that had impressed the teen with his violin skills, was the one who came out of the store and stood in front of her.
She wiped away the tears that had come from getting hurt and then looked into the other teen who looked vaguely familiar to Kami as he put his hand out to help her up. She looked confused for a while as she sat there for a moment, not taking his hand. Then she recognized him and smiled up at him, taking his hand finally.
"It's you, the violin boy from the shop! Sorry for the nickname, I never got your name." the redish pink haired simu apoligized. She let him help her up, dusting off her long blue dress that she insisted on wearing and then gasped as she remembered the roses and bent down to pick them up from the floor.
Smiling once more, she offered him one of the roses, smile still on the teen's pretty face as she looked into the other's brownish ones that almost ghosted hers. "My name's Kami. Thanks for helping me up."
Vincent: Once she was standing, the dark haired boy turned to go. He couldn't leave his mother waiting for long after all. Then she spoke, he stopped, and turned to face her. "Kami?" He blinked at the simple name, it was far too simple for her, really, but it fit all the same.
"You are welcome, it was the least I could do." He glanced at the rose and carefully held it in his hand. He held it to his nose and sighed. "Vincent...." He smirked around the rose. "Call me Vincent..." He then started to walk off towards his mother again. She was watching him, perhaps too closely. He couldn't get away.
He ran his fingers through that long black hair, the strands falling down his back as he walked away from the girl. 'Kami...her name is Kami' He smiled at that. "Truly and angel sent from Heaven, if there is such a location.'
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:49 pm
  Vincent's room is what some would call a cross between
Victorian Gothic, and Condemed, but Vincent prefers to look at it as 'homey'.
Of to the side, in the middle of the room rest a large four poster bed. There
had once been a canopy, but that now lays in tatters haging from each of
the four posts.
The dresser, bedside tables and other such furniture, are all done over in
dark woods, many of them baring scratches and other such wounds. Of
course, one cannot be certain as to what caused these marks, but Drea
does not recall them being there before having Vincent move in.
Old tattered drapes line the windows in this room, as well as border the
walls all the way around it. Drea has, for a long time, tried to get Vincent
to change this room, but he will have none of it, so, this is how it stays.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 7:58 pm
 Monday, June 06, 2005: I recieved the journal for my gaurdian.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005: Journal is all set up and ready to go.
Sunday, July 09, 2005: Vincent matterializes from his necklace.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005: Vincent meets Sim for the first time.
Sunday, December 25, 2005: Vincent's first Christmas.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 8:09 pm
Name: Kami
Nicknames: -None Yet-
Status: Aquaintance
First Impression: This one simply came up to Vincent
at the Anniversary Party. She seemed interested enough in
his violin playing, even spoke to him about it. She seems
to be a good conversational companion, if nothing else.
Further Impressions: -None Yet-
Name: Lord Sammuelson Irum Me'arl
Nicknames: -None Yet-
Status: Aquaintance
First Impression: Sim is a strange sort, certainly not one Vincent
would like to associate himself with on a regular basis. He seems
to be infatuated with confusing others, if nothing else. He also
seems to be quite sure of himself, though Vincent is not quite
sure why.
Further Impressions: -None Yet-
Name: Ronin
Nicknames: -None Yet-
Status: Aquaintance
First Impression: He seems to be the nervous sort, most of this
gathered from having watched him around Kami. Vincent has yet
to actually speak to him.
Further Impressions: -None Yet-
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 8:10 pm
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