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Post by lamberdini on Dec 21, 2011 19:58:30 GMT -5
Braid looked in awe at the splendor of the Whitestag Christmas event. It was breathtaking. Braid had never seen anything so extravagant, but then again this was Whitestag we were talking about they did tend to beautify things. Her eyes were almost bursting out of her head. Sighing she followed Lillian.
Lillian looked very lovely in her dress she almost made Braid regret not choosing to wear a gown, but Braid wouldn't have felt comfortable so she opted for her maroon velvet top with gold buttons and her nicest trousers that clearly defined the muscles in her legs. She thought she looked grand considering she was only hired help.
She shook her head slightly as she realized Lillian asked her if she recognized someone. She looked over to where she was pointing, "Yes, I do recall that boy does look vaguely familiar." Her eyes were now narrowed and she couldn't pinpoint exactly where she remembered seeing him. That would drive her mad all night.
Another voice came in her direction and Braid noticed another lady and recognized her as one of the uppers in Whitestag, "Good evening, my lady." Braid was uncomfortable around other nobles, but decided she would have to get over it, this was important to Lillian.
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 2, 2012 13:58:22 GMT -5
"Good to see you Lillian. How have you been?"
The greeting had it's own unmistakable lilt. Lillian knew before she turned around that Kaira Drake was gliding towards her with unusual, cat-like grace.
"Kaira," crooned Lillian, her falsetto assigned for such meet-and-greets. "I'm well, and you?" she turned to face the coming woman, noting her dress. Though she didn't want to admit it, Kaira certainly knew how to dress with elegance. Stupid Whitestag nobles, with their innate sense for class....
Lillian never allowed her perfect smile to leave her face, and she complemented the other woman on her dress. Yet her eye slid to the table that the other woman had come from. "You have....interesting company, this evening, I see," Lillian laughed the words softly, with just a dash of incredulity to cover any interest she may have in the boy she knew she recognized.
The waiter returned with a drink for Lillian. Elegantly, she ignored the waiter for a scant second, before suddenly taking note of him and, with a pretty smile, taking the drink. She glanced down at it, and frowned.
"Champaigne? No, no, I don 't prefer this drink. It's hardly to my taste if it's not veuve clicquot rose," and she handed the flute to Braid pleasantly. "Please, bring me something more tasteful."
Never mind that it was a lie, as Lillian unintentionally had a habit of doing. She just didn't like how the man had ignored Braid and not brought her a drink as well. So she would be the spoiled one, if only so that Braid could enjoy herself, too.
"Ah, now where were we?" Lillian bat her lashes at her guest. "That's right, your curious companion."
As she spoke, she thought she saw the red tablecloth shift.
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Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Jan 7, 2012 2:16:38 GMT -5
ALPHRED ★FINN ★ JONES [/size] When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "son , when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?"
do or die You'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try; you'll never break me We want it all, we want to play this part we'll carry on H e c o u l d h a v e b e e n t h e u l t i m a t e p i r a t e but he j us t liked the wrong hat
[/center] Optional Flashback... You don't have to read it“OI! Thief! That kid’s a thief!”
Sprinting through the crowded, mud-caked streets of the central sector, two young orphans fled as fast as their little, weary legs could take them. The surface underneath their feet and ached and stung, sharp pebbles and shards of glass ripped through the younger’s fragile skin. Creating tiny cuts and blisters in his dirty soles, red liquid began to seep slowly through. The older one had already been used to the experience with scars and scratches as battle scars to prove it, but the same couldn’t be said for his brother Matthew.
With the angry salesman trudging close by behind them, they had neither any time to lose nor any time to stop. Nearer and nearer he came, wider and wider Matthew’s eyes grew. If they were caught, what would happen? Would they be put in prison? Would they be brought to jail? Would they be stoned or imprisoned?
“ Here,” an unknown voice said quickly before dragging Alphred into the dark alleyway, “ In here.” Taken aback by the suddenness of the statement and the disappearance of his sibling, Matthew froze. How was he supposed to react? Was it a good move to follow? Wasn’t it a bad idea to follow and listen to strangers? Most especially in dark and isolated areas? Sadly, there wasn’t really much time to think, and his pause led to him falling painfully on his knees when a familiar hand sharply grabbed his.
A sharp sensation of pain shot through his body as the injured Matthew winced. Legs wobbly from the strain of the chase, the boy weakly tried to get back onto his feet. They couldn’t stop so close to the entrance….! They’d be caught like rats! As teared up eyes began to dry and his vision began to grow clear, a splash of red caught his peripheral vision. Catching sight of a ghastly scrape on his leg, the child’s body tensed up suddenly. Crusty and peeling at its sides, the graze had revealed a pale, almost film-like layer underneath. Tiny red, orange-ish, and brown dots surrounded the large wound; a pinkish ‘ring’ traced around the injured area. Covering the child’s mouth, the stranger attempted to silence the little squeak emitted from the young boy’s throat. Shh,” he heard whispered into his ear, “ Don’t make a sound or we’ll all be caught.”
Frozen like a statue, wide eyes flashed with a look of extreme desperation. Holding his breath, Matthew bit back the urge to scream.
Was that the end?
Seconds trickled to minutes as quickly as the sweat dripped down from his face; the boy was released just speedily as the turmoil outside died down. When the last remaining footsteps faded away, the figure turned to the two children. Noting the look of confusion and fear on their faces, the stranger removed the hood masking his….her….its(?) face.
The effort would be useless if the two fainted or had heart attacks, now wouldn’t it? “ You two should know better,” the woman reprimanded, albeit a bit teasingly, “ than to go out all on your own. What would have happened if I hadn’t been passing by?” Regaining his composure (or trying to, if we want to be more specific), Alphred frowned.
“ Uhhh…” he replied defensively, “ I could have….err…. Done something…. After all, heroes can solve anything!
Now who are ya’? We have to know who helped us to thank ya.”
“ Mmm…” the woman mumbled, scanning through her bag with a faint smile, “ No person of importance. But instead of asking me question, shouldn’t you be supporting your… sibling? He does not seem very well. Besides, that wound appears to be a tad grotesque, non? ”
Turning to his brother, the boy chuckled uneasily. “ Ah… Right.” he laughed, “ I knew that. And yeah… I guess he ain’t used to the rough life much? He did protest a lot before I dragged him along with me.”
“I shall leave you to it then, “ the woman said, pulling the hood over her head, “ I pray you two know where you are going?” Seeing the older boy’s quick nod, the woman smiled.
“Good. Now I believe you may find this of assistance,” she added, handing Alphred a small piece of tattered white and gold cloth, “ There is no need to return it, seeing as it is no longer in use. Now go on.”
“ Wait! Miss! Why’re ya’ helping a bunch of orphans anyway?”
“ Ah…” she smiled, “ I have my own reasons.
After all, two children should not perish in the alleyways of a street. That’s rather an… unhonorable death.
Besides, it would be a shame to see you both die here.”
Turning away from the two children, the woman went off just as quickly as she had come.
After the woman departed, the two were pretty much left alone. The one chasing them had left and they were free to do what they wanted. “ Huh,” the boy shrugged nonchalantly, “ What was that supposed to mean? Eh…. Anyway.” Tying the cloth around the petrified boy’s knee, Alphred laughed at his shocked brother’s expression.
He seemed to get over the danger….fast?
“ That’ll stop the bleedin’ for now’ “ he grinned, “ Can’t have your leg fallin’ off, now can we? And lighten up, Matt, ya’ know I was kiddin’.”
“ I guess….” his brother sighed, “ A-Anyway… did you get the bread?”
“ No~ I got somethin’ better!”
Holding out a flier, the boy grinned. “ We’re goin’ to that Winter Ball thing tonight!”
------------- “ H-hey… Al?” “Huh? What’s up?” “ What is…. that?”
Standing a few feet away from the outer border of the city square, Alphred squinted. Blurred colour and lights seemed to sparkle in the distance, reflecting off the glass to form a whimsical mash of hues.
“ This looks interesting.” “Y-Yeah… I guess…”
It had taken a lot of effort to get his brother to go… more effort than he wanted to remember. When they had arrived back in the orphanage after their little ‘adventure’, Matthew had automatically hid himself under the covers. And anyone who knew Matt meant that meant one thing.
The boy wasn’t going anywhere. At least, that was normally the case.
With the right amount of begging ( and forcing), Alphred had convinced him to go. It had taken a week’s worth of his pudding, but it was worth it. Because although he didn’t want to admit it, Al was getting a bit worried about his brother. He always spent his time indoor and all alone… He never went out into the sun unless he was forced and would spend all his time with his teddy bear.
Was that healthy? Al didn’t know.
But he did know that he didn’t like it. Nope, not one bit.
So whether Matt wanted to do so or not, he would bring his brother along with him to the Winter ball. They would prepare, make themselves look cool like the adults did and everything!
And after a few hours of bickering, they had finally made it.
With washed faces and bright eyes, the two stood outside the entrance of the Whitestag Winter ball. “ It’s so….” Matthew mumbled in awe, “ big…”
With a nod, Al replied. “ Yeah… I know right? It’s like the size of the orphanage times two… or more!” Pulling his brother inside, the boy grinned. Pointing out all sorts of foods and drinks, Al’s eyes glittered with delight. There were so much sweets and cakes! He didn’t know where to start! Would he even finish all of them? That didn’t matter! He’d get his fill and more! “ Matt,” the boy whispered cheerfully, “ I think I’m goin’ to be pukin’ out cake for weeks to come.”
“Al… that’s disgusting….”
Watching his brother run off to stalk the waiters, the boy sighed. A whole night sitting alone and being socially inept. Lovely. Now this would be an uneventful night.
At least, he desperately hoped so. Of course with Al, it was never meant to be.
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“ Matt. I lost Hero.” “ What…?” “ I lost Hero. “ “ I heard you the first time.... A-And how?”
“ Well,” the boy frowned in thought, “ I was chasin’ after the waiter and then I got thirsty. So, I set im’ on the floor while I went off to get some drinks. Did ya know’ they have nothin’ else here but that weird yellow drink thing? The one that smells like apples and flowers but looks like pee?
So I tried askin' for some water but nobody had any. Well, it was either that or nobody wanted to give me any. Or the person wasn't a waiter.
Ya' know, I can't tell. Everyone is wearing that weird suit thingy that people wear to funerals, weddings and stuff.
Anyway, so I went back and Hero was gone. I think he might have crawled underneath the tables, so I'm gonna go look for him."
" Al.... You're going to crawl underneath all the tables until you find your....rabbit?"
" Pretty much."
With an annoyed sigh, Matthew turned back to face the tablepiece in front of him. " I'm...not going to help you with that." he muttered, " People will think you're weird."
"But Matt!" Al frowned, " I have to find Hero! Think how lonely and lost he is underneath the table! What if he gets stepped on? Or....Or....OhgodWhatifsomethingeatshim?
Matt, we have to find him!"
--------------- And that, dear friends, is how poor Matthew found himself searching underneath the tables for a rabbit for what seemed to be the rest of the night.
At least, that's what he thought would happen. -----------------
As Al made his way underneath the flowy folds of the draped table cloth, he caught sight of a certain moving table. Now unless tables had suddenly began coming alive like in a weird horror story, there was no doubt that there was something underneath it! So slipping in to look at what was hiding, the boy's little presence was more or less disguised by the noisy adult's chattering.
Making out something squirmy in the darkness and strange, he lightly tugged at one of the two long thingies sticking out from underneath the big circular thingy.
Was that a leg? Huh... It was too long to be his rabbit's leg. But why would someone hide underneath the table?
Was it for hide and seek?
And as he began to prod around in the darkness, the child made a groundbreaking discovery.
" You're not a rabbit."
[/size] -------------- {Ⓞut Ⓞf Ⓒandy...} We're going down, down in an earlier round. And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it[/color]
[Italics (in current event)--Matthew Bold-- Alphred
I'll make a layout for Matt soon xD]
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Post by Jocelyn on Jan 8, 2012 20:35:22 GMT -5
Why didn’t his Pop-Pop understand? It wasn’t just that he was an antisocial geek with less than stellar social skills but the fact that he was a scientist jeopardized his safety. Unlike Whitestag Silverhollow wasn’t very preoccupied with their public image, and that lead to numerous experiments that were unpopular with the public. If people knew that he’d…
“Ah!”
What the heck was that? A tug? There couldn’t be a person under the table could there—and if there was for what purpose where they there? Immediately catastrophizing in his mind on who or what the mystery person could be Moki broke out in a nervous sweat and grabbed the gun from the holster near his hip. Clicking the safety off Moki took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face…a young boy?
"You're not a rabbit."
Blinking in surprise Moki let out a small scoff at the child and clicked the safety back on his gun before returning it to its resting place. Apparently his paranoia had been unneeded, as it usually was.
“Well no young man I am not a rabbit. As you can see I’m a human man as are a great many people at this soiree. Are you lost?” He asked. There weren’t a lot of children at the party (on account of children needing bedtimes) so this child was one of two things: a lost child of a noble or an urchin that had wandered in from the street.
Most likely it was the latter object as the boy wasn’t dressed perfectly for the party. Blonde verging on sunset curly hair, short (though he wasn’t one to talk), and with indigo eyes the boy didn’t give off the vibe of a street urchin but…he wasn’t exactly a noble or even a middie child.
“What’s your name and why are you crawling beneath tables?”
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OCC: Catastrophizing, a word?
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 18, 2012 12:03:27 GMT -5
---------------- Lillian couldn't contain her curiousity. That table-cloth was shifting avidly now, and even a waiter had paused to give it a suspicious glance. So, she did the only lady-like thing she could to curb her curiousity and still maintain her image. "Shall we sit?" she asked Kaira indirectly, already moving towards said table. "Do come, Braidy," and Lillian lifted her skirts to go settle down at the exact table she was so interested in. Once there, she talked casually for a moment, then feigned dropping her fork to the floor. "Oh, honestly! How clumsy of me!" sighed the young woman. She was about to ask Braid to get it for her, when...
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Post by Rivershadow on Jan 19, 2012 7:15:25 GMT -5
Thoroughly thwarted in her attempts to protect Moki -- really he wasn't making it easy -- Ryelle decided that whatever this mess was, she wouldn't get involved.
"Shall we sit?
Kaira nodded and sank gracefully into her former chair. She was just about to kick Moki in warning when suddenly she inhaled ever so slightly, and realized something quite strange. Moki was not the only one under the table. There was another scent with him. This night just got more and more interesting. And she desperately wanted to know what was going on.
Patience, Ryelle, patience, she thought to herself. There will be time...
Then Lillian "dropped" her fork. "Oh, honestly! How clumsy of me!"
It could be that Ryelle would find out sooner, rather than later. She opened her mouth to say something, and that's when it happened...
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Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Jan 19, 2012 11:36:53 GMT -5
ALPHRED ★FINN ★ JONES [/size] When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "son , when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?"
do or die You'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try; you'll never break me We want it all, we want to play this part we'll carry on H e c o u l d h a v e b e e n t h e u l t i m a t e p i r a t e but he j us t liked the wrong hat
[/center] Extending his hand out warmly to the stranger, he smiled. “ I’m Alphred Finn Jones, but you can call me Al! And nope, I ain’t misplaced or anythin’! A hero nev’r gets lost!
After all, it ain’t in-character (or however those people call it) to not know where you’re goin! Ya gotta know where ya’ came from if ya’ wanna’ get somewhere, right? ” he chirped cheerily, “ But on the lil’ subject about being lost and why I’m here, my rabbit is! Because he’s not a hero like me, he’s just a rabbit! But his name is Hero though, so maybe he’d be another kind of hero. Though maybe it won’t count coz’ I named him and stuff~”
“You see…” he began, blue eyes twinkling cheerfully underneath unkempt blonde hair, “ I also heard that lots of people were coming to this…err…. Swa-Swa-Swary(Soiree) you were talking about, which is why I came here.
(Though I could have sworn it was a party!)
Then I lost my rabbit coz’ he somehow got underneath the tables. Have you seen a one anywhere? I’m worried someone might feed him to the foxes or even eat him themselves!
But…Hey, mister! Was it meant to be a private celebration? Because it looks like it’s filled with borin’ ol’ grownups who do nothin’ but drink the word juice-thing and talk about adult-stuff. Ya’ see, I didn’t know that it was no ‘swa-ry’; I didn’t! On that note, what’s that supposed to be anyway? A gatherin’ for old guys and girls? “
Frowning slightly, the boy continued. “ If I had known it was gonna be filled with people just sittin’ and talkin’, then I would’ve brought something else to play with. No one seems to be doin’ anythin’ at all. But do you like goin’ to these kinda things, mister? I won’t mind if ya’ do.
It’s just coz’ to me it seems a bit uniterestin’; and I’ll never actually understand why it’s so appealin’ to everyone and their brother!”
Pausing to take a short breather from his little rabble, the boy took a glance at the metallic object the other man drawn out only a few seconds before. “ Oh!” the child cried aloud,” that’s the thing those policemen and guards carry around!
Ya’ have one too? Sooo….does that mean that you’re one of those policeman fellows?”
In all his adventuring, the young boy had seen quite a lot of interesting stuff. (Or at least…they were interesting in his opinion.)
Ya’ see, Little Alphred didn’t have such an exciting youth. And before ya’ comment or say that it was already a hella’ lot more action-packed than most, let me just tell ya’ that it could’a been a lot more so! Aside from havin’ no memory of how they had come to the orphanage or any life before that, life was pree~tty dull.
Where were the explosions? Where were the damsels in distress (Matt didn’t count.)? He was already ten and still he hadn’t partaken in any chase scenes or duels to the death. (At least, not any real ones. ) C’mon! If he didn’t go through one by then, when was he meant to?
By the time he hit eighteen or twenty, he’d probably be as old an’ cranky as ev’ryone other sorry adult he had met! And he couldn’t have that, no siree! The kid had to squeeze all the juice out of every lil’ situation or adventure he could grasp his hands on. Now ”why so?” might be something that you may be askin’ yourself at the thought of that point of view. There was still a lot of time!
Why bother with imaginin’ and plannin’ out how adulthood would be? It’d come on it’s own without a single, encouragin’ push on his side. And for all he knew, his brother and he might not even be able to hit the 12-year-mark! So what was the point of thinkin’ otherwise. Wasn’t it a tad bit unrealistic?
Well, someone had to be able to tell something fun to his kid’s kid’s kids when they were all old and wrinky. And if it wasn’t him, then who would it be?
‘Sides, when’d he ever let thing like bein’ “realistic” get to him either? That was just another oppor-tu-nity for killjoys to be worry-warts and panic like there would be no tomorrow (and in their heads, there probably wasn’t going to be)!
Cocking his head to the side at the sight of the metallic gun, the young boy gave a small, appreciative whistle. Underneath the faint light that shone from the outside, a glimmer reflected from its silver and cold-looking surface. Based on what the boy could imagine, the weapon looked like it was frigid and chilling to touch--just like the very ice that froze over great lakes, wide and deep, and the solemn, dangerous winters that could turn someone’s ears and hands blue with the simplest of pokes. He could imagine that in the soft flesh of a small hand’s palm, it would send a rush of emotions both frightening and awe-inspiring. The metal weapon probably emanated with power, holding within it the strength to defend or defeat anyone you set your eye onto. It could be used for so many things, made into either a weapon of justice or a means to get what was desired. Either way, it was the wielder choice. And nobody, nobody at all, could stop him if he had already set his mind to it.
Like a mirror or glass made of clear crystal, light bounced off of the gun’s body gently, creating a mysteriously subtle but somewhat dazzling glow to add to its overall breathtaking quality (to someone who had only gotten glimpses of those sorts of things in the past). Of course, the material and craftsmanship were pretty amasing too! Sight firmly locked onto the strange object, the boy’s eyes glittered with childish glee and enthusiasm. How he wanted to try holding it for a few seconds…. but the other man would probably say no. Older people never let kids do anything fun!
It was always “My way or the Highway” for those cranky, snarky and crabby grownups! And they were always hording all the fun stuff for themselves to play with! How rude, right? Wasn’t sharing supposed to be important?
Apparently, firearms weren’t exactly counted there.
“ Did’ja make that thing?” he asked, pointing at the weapon sitting peacefully in its little holder, “ it looks really cool! I can’t even build a good snowman!”
“I mean, I tried. But it’s hard to do without glo--”
Pausing suddenly, the boy froze. What on earth? Lips shut and eyes wandering, he began to take notice of a new chill that had taken over the room. All of a sudden, it seemed that the area was a bit more quiet…which was highly unusual for any party (whether it be extremely entertaining or as fun as watching paint crack from the wind after drying). Tugging at the man’s shirt, the boy’s eyes grew larger. “Shh….” he whispered, “ We need to be quiet, Mister-I-didn’t-get-your-name, or we’ll be caught.” Motioning for him to crawl a bit further back, the boy’s expression grew determined.
“ Crawl back a bit so you won’t be seen!” he added, “ I’ll take a peek at what’s happenin’! But be careful your butt doesn’t poke out! If it does, it’ll be exposed and at risk…!”
Now, onto business.
Something was going on outside! And it was running everyone’s good time! So what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t help solve the problem?
Taking a quick peek from under the drapes of the tablecloth, the boy began to assume the role of self-proclaimed protagonist to the ‘needy’ (said needy being unspecified and unknown).
And then… That’s when the night began to become more interesting than he had ever expected it to be.
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Post by lamberdini on Jan 22, 2012 14:39:25 GMT -5
Braid gracefully took the drink Lillian handed her and downed it in one gulp. to say she was nervous was an understatement, but she didn't mind if she was a wallflower and was ignored she wasn't here to be social she was here for Lillian and so she would be.
She trailed Lillian towards a table and waited for Lillian take her seat before Braid did. She knew why they were going to this particular table. Lillian was curious and well if Braid wasn't ever bit as curious as well. There was definitely something wrong with the table. Braid had one of her daggers hidden next to her wrists. she was always ready at a moments notice. If the table decided to be unfriendly well she would have to protect Lillian.
She heard the fork drop 'accidently' and thought that was a well played manuever by Lillian and she smirked.
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Post by cerasri on Jan 25, 2012 9:35:21 GMT -5
Fiddling with the high neck of the shirt that was threatening to strangle him, Gold gulped, feeling oddly naked without the frilled tunic he usually wore. Of course, that is not to say he was nude- oh no, the cobra hybrid was very much clothed. Just…not in his usual attire.
Instead, the hybrid was clothed in a pristine white tunic, accented with green edges and a rather unique pair of antlers fastened via a head band to his head. In other words, like the rest of the pets in the Whitestag household that were attending this little gala, he was a walking advertisement.
And he was awfully uncomfortable.
Fidgeting in place with his free hand balancing a tray as well he could while fiddling his clothes.
He’d only seen brief glances of Master Nicholas, and hadn’t been able to glue himself to the boy’s side like he usually was. Rather, the Cobra had found himself somehow playing waiter, standing in the corner and giving rather strained smiles to whoever came over.
Really, if he got one more ‘what a cute little boy’ he’d scream.
After the event of course.
Away from Master Nicholas.
And preferably in the laundry chute.
Worrying at his lip and blinking a human came to take something off his tray with barely a word, Gold flinched, almost dropping his burden with his surprise before he noted with some annoyance that his tray was now empty.
The blasted woman had taken the last five pieces, the glutton.
Narrowing his eyes at the woman, and noting with some ill will that she was dressed in Goldsbloom finery-really, what could you expect from that house-Gold sighed and removed himself from his current station, glancing around the many tables and people only to wince as he noticed the kitchen holding the supplies and refreshments was on the other side, far away from where he was now.
And that he’d have to cross the room.
Frozen in place for the briefest of moments, the cobra bit his lip before he gave a defeated sigh. He’d have to crawl through the crowd.
Joy upon joy.
Dodging patrons and other hybrids alike, Gold allowed himself a small smile of victory as he made it half way into the room, only to pause as a commotion caught his attention. Stopping midstep to blink at a rather large group of people compared to the small spattering of couples that dominated the majority of the area, Gold’s eyes widened as he watched one man crawl under a table.
Those clothes and hair- Silverhollow?
Frowning as he stared at the group, he watched as a girl in Goldsbloom colors dropped her fork, and with a confused tilt of his head, the hybrid shrugged before he began to move forwards again.
Too bad he didn’t see the waiter moving his way.
“Stupid animal! Get out the way!”
Yelping as he collided with the black suited man, Gold crashed to the ground alongside the waiter with a clatter of cutlery and food, wincing as a rather large pastry landed atop his head to ooze blue berry filling down his hair and clothes.
Flinching as the human scowled at him and picked up his tray- though the man didn’t make another move besides a muffled curse (this was a Whitestag event, though Gold had no doubts he’d be getting his dues later), Gold blinked, wincing as he noticed the clamor had called quite a bit of attention.
“Stupid snake!”
“Really- why do they let those things serve? I get that they’re Whitestag but really…”
“He would have been better to stand in the corner…”
Head bowed, Gold flushed, standing up with a stutter and what he hoped was a disarming smile, ignoring the whispers ringing around the room.
“Er….carry….carry on?”
ooc:Hurp a derp. :'D Well, Pendragon, you said you wanted a commotion so here's one-enjoy clumsy Gold :'D. Couldn't think of another way to cause a commotion.[/s
Also, because I think its getting a bit confusing with all the people- here is the posting order (or at least what I think it is- feel free to let me know if its different. XD)
Jocelyn Pendragon River Lovi Lamberdini Cerasri
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 25, 2012 9:58:08 GMT -5
Lillian's eye widened as she saw a child dressed in antlers clatter to the floor after bumping into a waiter. Instantly, she clenched the hem of her expensive gown, determined to keep her lady-like posture despite the urge to fly across the room to the poor little boy.
My goodness, he was so adorably cute! How she'd love to make him some other costumes!
No, no, the child was messy now, and others were starting to yell at him and cause a scene.
She shyed back. No, she didn't like being the center of attention. She couldn't go up to the child to help him out now. Lillian turned to face Braid as professionally as she could.
"Braidy, would you go help the poor dear over there?" cooed Lillian, feighning disinterest though she was worried. She turned a pretty, pasted smile to Ryelle.
"Isn't it so wretched of Whitestag to be callous to children? Bad for the image, no?"
Then, as if an afterthought, she faced Braid again. "Oh, and Braidy? Do punch that waiter, please."
Quite suddenly, Lillian felt something against her ankle.
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Post by Rivershadow on Jan 25, 2012 22:46:00 GMT -5
"Isn't it so wretched of Whitestag to be callous to children? Bad for the image, no?"
Ryelle, as a "member of Whitestag", was supposed to be offended by this. She mimicked Lillian's pasted smile, her grey eyes hardening so slightly it was barely noticeable. These people communicated in body language. Their words were all lies and polite niceties. Body language was everything.
"In case you hadn't noticed, most everyone is being callous toward that boy."
Her tone held the light, disinterested, polite tone that was appropriate for a lady of her stature. The kind of tone that kept up appearances, even if everyone in the conversation knew exactly what was under it.
It was that body language thing again. Words and tone meant nothing. It was the very control in her tone, the lack of smile in her eyes, that communicated the offendedness she supposedly felt as a Whitestag. Nothing about her manner betrayed the fact that she really didn't give a crap who insulted whom.
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Post by lamberdini on Jan 28, 2012 21:21:52 GMT -5
Braid stood up stiffly and bowed her head slightly, "As you wish Lil." She then strutted over to the waiter and made sure that he was no possible threat once she punched him. Her metal fingers clanked against each other as she made a fist and then she swung back with great force and then her fist came swinging forward.
Her fist stopped mid-way towards its intended target before she realized they were human and her punch could put them in a coma. Her fist slowed and then she just made sure to knock out the little waiter. He fell flat on his back and Braid side-stepped him made her way towards the boy covered in blue berry filling.
Walking forwards she tried to muster up a facial expression that didn't look so contrite and tried to force a smile upon her face. Her lips were strained with the effort not used to being in such a fashion. She leaned down towards the boy and was about to extend her hand when she looked down upon him and recognized him for what he was. He was a hybrid, that didn't effect her, what did was the fact that he was one of her worst fears, yes a snake. She jumped back about ten feet while simultaneously letting out a girlish shriek...
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Post by cerasri on Feb 7, 2012 14:48:54 GMT -5
Still slightly shell shocked as the blue berry filling continued to slide down his face, the cobra was completely caught unawares as the metal-man body guard who had somehow come into his line of vision, suddenly let out a girlish shriek, that was similarly echoed by the cobra as he spluttered back a few feet, arms flailing in the air as he fought to regain his balance only to fall to the floor with a muffled thud.
Blinking sluggishly, and taking note of the way the fearsome looking metal-woman had miraculously hopped the span of ten feet in a matter of seconds, staring at him with an expression that could only be considered supreme terror. Feeling tears well up unbidden against his will, the cobra hybrid scuttled as far back as he dared, his eyes wide from the shock of it, though, much to his credit, no tears spilled down his cheeks.
He might have been slightly androgynous, but Gold was well, a boy. As such, well, it wouldn’t really do for him to be crying, now would it? Teary eyes were fine. Full blown out sobs? Not so much.
Not to mention he was fourteen-almost old enough to be put into a breeding program. He had some sort of decorum to uphold, right? And then there was being Master Nicholas’s pet…
Lip trembling as he took in a deep breath to steady himself, Gold screwed his eyes shut for the briefest of moments before he opened them once more, making an attempt to remove the blueberry filling still dripping down his hair in a mucky blue goop. When it became quickly apparent that any attempt to remove the residual bits of filling would end in failure and sticky hands, Gold gave up and turned to direct the frightened looking metal-man bodyguard a weak smile, taking care to keep his lips shut. No doubt any sight of his teeth or tongue would send the woman into hysterics.
“….are….are you…okay?” Speaking slowly as he tried to enunciate his words clearly, and inwardly glad that the basic ways of asking about another’s welfare didn’t need any complicated words, Gold pushed himself up the ground, making sure to keep far enough from the woman as he could-it wouldn’t do to frighten her further. Despite the worried expression on his face, inwardly Gold was a bit pleased that the woman was afraid of him. If he could terrify a woman that large and frightening, that meant he was scary enough to deter any attempting to harm Master Nicholas, right?
Stepping delicately over a few spilled items as he shot glances around the room- many had already turned their attention away from the small spectacle- Gold did his best to clean up his dirty tray, also taking care to pick up the waiter’s tray as well. While the man seemed to have escaped not long after the metal-man body guard had punched him, having regained consciousness the moment the large woman had screamed like a little girl.
It was almost amusing, the way the man had scuttled off like a frightened rabbit, and Gold gave a quiet snicker beneath his breath, trying his best to ignore the way the blueberry filling slid down his neck uncomfortably. He’d be able to wash up in the kitchen but well…it would be best if he could at least get some of it off.
Glancing up with a worried expression, Gold paused before he grimaced, eying the table the frightened metal-woman seemed to have come from.
It…it never did hurt to ask. Still picking up the scattered silverware and random bits of appetizers and snacks alike, Gold raised his voice a bit higher, making sure to keep his gaze to the floor. “Ex…excusssse me…perhaps….I could borrow a handkerchief…or a napkin? My…my master will surely pay you back. If…if not…” Gold trailed off slowly, teeth worrying at his already rather bruised lip before he shrugged, still taking care to enunciate his words even if it did make him sound like a rather dull child. “….Sss…that is okay.”
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