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| Corrupted | August 21, 2010, 5:44 am Post #1 |
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It was obvious. I could only wait in horror as I stare out into the ocean, something I have never done until this day. The day I would forecfuply bond with a male of my kind and be linked together by holy satromony. I was inconseedebly fed up. I grunted as my diamond-shaped earrings jingled and my guitar played a few strings. I was not ready for what was to come. I think, Im going to hate my parents for life. The cool sand spread through my toes like soft ice cream on a hot day, and it felt good as I enjoyed the ocean breeze. A seagull squawked at me, but at that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy it. I was the first one here, and that made me happy for I would have to talk to no one. But : BONUS it was peaceful. But sadly not for long as I sadly thought about it glumly. One wave came up really high and almost made me soaking wet, but my fast reflexes made me jump back just in time. However, I tripped on a rock and fell, my guitar screaming in protest. "Damn it..." I muttered rubbing my back, for I had fallen on rocks, thank god my guitar fell off my back, and stood up. I stretched all my limbs and such just to make sure I didn't break anything, and except for some soreness, I was fine. Maybe just a couple of black bruises is all. I sat down and took the little peice of paper out of my shirt pocket. My soon to be husbands name was scribbled on top of a reciept from a pub. My eyes lowered and I grunted. I hoped it wasn't a sign that he got drunk, but now that I think about it, who cares? I'm just going to ignore him anyway. I stuffed the paper back in my pocket and waited for people to show up. Edited by Corrupted, August 26, 2010, 7:11 am.
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| CinquantaSei | August 26, 2010, 7:55 am Post #2 |
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Nick Gatz Punctual to a fault, Nick was standing on the side of the road that bordered the beach. His usual lab coat was swapped for the tailor-made suit jacket, firmly buttoned and complete with tie. His neatly cut hair was just as neatly combed backwards, and for once he had even cleaned the black stains from his fingertips. Unfortunately, nothing he tried could remove the scent of chemicals, but it wasn't a terrible smell. Nick Gatz had made sure that everything would be perfect. He was dressed perfectly, clean, his thin-rimmed glasses perfectly balanced on his face. He had been fussing practically all week about this meeting, and now that he was here, the prospect of actually meeting a woman was scaring the daylights out of him. Though, there was no shortage of daylight out here. The harsh sun beat down and burnt at Nick's pale hands, and he had to cover his sensitive eyes with his hand as though he was stuck permanently saluting the ocean. There was no way he'd go out onto the sand and risk getting his clothes dirty. Not when this Mary Rose Renoldi was supposed to be here any moment. His hand clutched the small business card, his own immaculate hand-writing proudly displaying her name. As he looked about, he was quite nearly on the verge of leaving out of fear. Fortunately, he had always been well disciplined, and would see this through to the end. --- Alex Fremont Alex had arrived not too long after Nick. She was determined to get this over with and hadn't even bothered dressing up for the occasion. The immaculate red dress that her father had left in her room was still sitting folded in the box it came in at the bottom of her cupboard. She was wearing a thin, slightly baggy white cotton shirt along with a rather boyish pair of grey shorts. Her powerful muscular structure was clear for all to see, and it was certain that this girl did not exactly buy in to the idea of a 'proper woman'. With her hands on her hips, Alex stood right where the meeting place had been placed. On the centre of the beach, right in the middle. It seemed that Alex was quite simply ready to glare down whoever came her way. Alex could only hope that this Chayce guy hated the idea of them being married just as much as she did, so they could agree to never see each other again and get on with their lives. Alex had the strangest feeling this would not happen as smoothly as she wished it would. For all she knew, the name written on this scrap of notebook paper could be the name of a total loner that would cling to her like gum to your shoe. |
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| Evangelion Bot | August 26, 2010, 6:08 pm Post #3 |
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Alexander Alles gave an irritated sigh as he reluctantly stepped onto the sand of the beach. He hated sand, the way it crept into his shoes no matter how he walked. And he hated the sun, which was way too hot, way too bright, beating down on his skin. And he hated the reason he was here. Clearly, Alex was by no means an optimist. A pair of slim sunglasses shielded his eyes from the blazing heat of the sun, and he was wearing a black suit that was well fit to his slim but strong build. His black hair hung straight down to his shoulders, and behind his sunglasses, his narrow, keen, cold black eyes scanned over the beach, waiting for this Roxanne. Even just thinking of the name made Alex irritated all over again. Whatever his parents wanted, Alex did not want to get married--and especially not to some girl he didn't even know. And it was probably as much for his sake as it was for the girl's sake. I just hope the girl shares my viewpoint, or this is going to really suck. He thought to himself. |
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| Wicked | August 26, 2010, 6:41 pm Post #4 |
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There were many things that displeased her, though the beach did not suffer from her glare today. Before all of the turmoil that had occured in France, Roxanne always believed that the beach was a soothing place and was often found staring out at the waves as they rushed onto the sand. The sun had kept her skin glowing while the breeze had kept her calm. However, after everything she'd gone through, Roxanne never touched a beach except for today. Today, Roxanne needed to gaze out at the ocean to remind herself that her bitterness wasn't the saltiest thing out there. Yet, it all reminded her so much of her strolls on the beach with him during her time in France. It reminded her of drowning. Oh god, she wished she was drowning right now as Roxanne looked down at the name that irritated her soul: Alexander Alles. Who were her parents to decide her future? Her plan was to live in solitude and they'd gone and set up a marriage! Whatever happened to freedom? Roxanne scowled at the paper and crumpled it up in her hand as she sat down on a washed up log. Roxanne tossed the crumpled name into the sand and stomped at it with her heel. She refused to look for this man, to walk right up to her decided fate and accept it. Roxanne sat there, much like a stubborn child, cemented in place and staring out at the ocean longingly. She wanted to dive in and become a fish; a fish that could swim away from this place and never come back. It was always one thing or the other. Love was a horror show and she shuddered at the thought of being involved in any such act. |
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| MissMaryMurder | August 26, 2010, 11:59 pm Post #5 |
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RJ Rj slid out of the limo his father had paid for and stood by the door waiting for his sister. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand again. He had been ranting the whole ride to the beach about her name. "What kind of name is Wolf? Who names their child Wolf? She doesn't even have a last name!" He glared at the ground as his sister stepped "You look pale, are you okay?" He walked down to the end of the ramp, leading to the beach when he spotted a thin boy in a suit standing at the edge of the sand. He seemed to be waiting for someone, maybe he was supposed to meet Mary. Rj had no idea how many people were really meeting here. Mary Mary slid out of the car after her brother. "Stop complaining, and I'm fine." She took his arm and closed the door. She watched the limo drive off before walking towards the ramp. She looked down at her slip of paper for the millionth time. She wasn't looking forward to marrying anyone, but she was curious as to what Nick would be like. She looked at the ground as they walked. She looked up when she noticed a pair of shoes out of the corner of her eyes. She saw a pale boy with combed back hair and in a nice suit. She detected a slight chemical sent. "Do you know anyone named..." She looked down at the paper again "Nick Gatz?" |
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| Corrupted | August 27, 2010, 1:37 am Post #6 |
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People started showing up faster than I imagined. I had just started to relax and start stringing songs on my guitar when the first person showed up. He looked like an evil scientist, like the ones you see in movies. But, he seemed to be trying to be formal, and that was sort of sad. The smell of chemicals made me scrunch my nose, for the scent drifted through the wind to me. I always have had delicate senses. And right now, I wish I didn't for the smell was utterly revolting. I surely hoped I wouldn't get him. Ugh. I turned around irritated, and started strumming again when I heard ANOTHER person. "AHH!" I screamed hitting the sand on the beach. Why was I the only one on here anyway? It of course, was another guy, in another suit. What was up with suits? She was wearing her normal skirt, a bikini top and open school uniform shirt she haden't used since she moved a couple years ago. She was not planning to be formal ever, and if she had to wear a flowy white dress for the wedding, she called sneakers for shoes. He didn't look thrilled, but it was most likely no one was. Let me guess, all our parents are somewhat the worst in the world, rich, ignore us or whatever, and think we need to get settled down because we have some kind of problem. I glared at him before strumming again, before I saw out of the corner of my eye another person. At least it was girl. Surprisingly however, she looked more sad and scared than timid and irritated. She must have just gotten over something horrible, which I could sympathize with, but I really didn't feel like it. However, the girl inside me called out to comfort this girl, and I growled at it making it shy away again. I hated being weak, being taken advantage of. I always ended up beaten up, called a wimp. But now, it was all different. I smacked my fists together making an echoing sound that made me smile. A sister and a brother came out of a limo, and immidiatley, the way he was screaming Wolf so loud my ears burned, he was my "husband." Oh great a hot head for a husband. "What a beautiful couple we'll be." I muttered glumly, standing up and stretching, the wind making my hat fall off my head. I stared at it as it fell on to the sand, and ruffled in the wind. My short almost bleach blonde hair played along with it. I bent down to pick up my hat and continued walking to this.. RJ. I walked up to him, and tapped his shoulder, a look of a bit curiousity and irritation on my face. My lips were in a straight line. My blue eye as clear as the sky, my green eye as green as the everglades. I didn't even try to smile, for it wouldn't be worth it. I opened my mouth to speak, my voice a soothing sweet voice, unlike my personality. "Your RJ aren't you big guy?" Actually I was 5'9, but that really didn't matter at this point. " You don't like my name? " I cocked an eyebrow, crossing my arms. Hating the position I sighed and took my guitar strumming strings and making it in tune. |
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| CinquantaSei | August 27, 2010, 1:49 am Post #7 |
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Nick practically jumped a mile at the sound of the voice. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. There was no way a woman would be searching for Nick Gatz unless she was the one that he was to be wed. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and were he any less of a man he might have even fainted. Turning around, he did his best to smile and not seem nervous. The attempt failed, and Nick looked almost like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. "Th-Th-That's me! Heh.." Nick stammered out, waving tentatively at Mary. "Y-Y-You must be... M-Mary?" She sure was a pretty girl, prettier than any Nick had seen (which was pretty much a given, as his experience with women was limited to those old ladies who usually visited his house with their husbands), which made Nick all the more nervous. |
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| Evangelion Bot | August 27, 2010, 2:11 am Post #8 |
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Alex was rather shocked by the sudden sound of a girl nearby him suddenly screaming and falling over. He glared down at her in response to her glare, as if trying to make it all the more clear he was not here to listen to some girl scream and fall over. No, he was not here for any reason other than to get this entire ordeal over with. He mulled it over in his head--how he would greet the girl. "Evening, I'm Alexander, the guy you're supposed to get married to. The only problem being, no, I'm not going to get married to you." Meh. That didn't sound quite right. He noticed one girl sitting looking out to the ocean, and decided that this was probably Roxanne--if only because everyone else seemed to have found their 'partners'. He made his way over to her tentatively, and muttered, "You don't happen to be Roxanne, do you?" |
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| Luna | August 27, 2010, 2:30 am Post #9 |
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Alexandria sighed softly her eyes closed. Not that her eyelids made much differance. In the distance she heard the sounds of the beach so she assumed she was in the right place. She sighed as she stepped onto the sand, her ballet flats silent in the sand. She felt the full length thick, black, velvet dress brushing over the sand. Her bare shoulders and arms shaded by the sun parasol. Alex stopped when she felt a good distance onto the sand. The heat of couse was starting to get to her so her corset felt about two sizes smaller. Breathing was starting to feel like it had drawn a blade in her chest. She could hear the ocean crashing on the sand. From what she could tell it was only about 3 meters away. She gulls and footsteps told her that it wasn't going to be long before the games began. Alexandria opened her eyes. Nothing. She shook her head. She was so childish it was pathetic. Since she was young she felt that one day she'd open her eyes and find this was all a dream. That she could see and she didn't need. . . Alex took the flask from her hip. she popped th top quickly and let the liquid run down her throat. A few, crimson, drops trickled over her lip. Blood. She smiled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand licking it off softly. She chuckled. If anyone were watching they'd instantly peg her as a freak and avoid her. Honestly if anyone was watching she hoped it was this Flamma Prognotus. With a small smirk she reclosed her flask before rehooking it to her hip. She then pulling out a small hand fan flipping it open as she fanned herself softly. |
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| Wicked | August 27, 2010, 2:42 am Post #10 |
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Roxanne was utterly peeved by the amount of people showing up. How many other families decided that using their children as pawns in their game of chess were out there? It made her stomach clench at the thought of all these people having their futures decided by others, even if they were their parents. She did not want this fate on them or herself. For heavens sake, she didn't want marriage to befall anyone, ever. It was a disgusting legal mess that practically gave the woman to a man. Who has the right to own a woman, especially Roxanne? No one. Roxanne scowled as the sun was blocked by a shadow and turned to face the owner. A man. How disappointing. "Depends on who's asking," she said with a raised eyebrow. She knew it was pointless to lie about her name but she didn't want to just give in. Roxanne would give this man a taste of what he was up against and hopefully, he would flee. Oh, she could only hope for so much! With lips pursed, Roxanne rose from the log and brushed off her clothes before looking back at the man before her, taking in his formal attire. Hah! It was as if he were on a luxurious trip! If he was planning on impressing, he failed miserably. "You must be Alexander," she said promptly, sticking out her hand stiffly for a formal hand shake; the only type of physical contact Roxanne could bear to partake in. |
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| Evangelion Bot | August 27, 2010, 2:52 am Post #11 |
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Alexander almost smiled at Roxanne's mannerisms: yes, he was quite sure she shared her viewpoint on the entire marriage ordeal. He stuck out his hand to shake hers, glad that he would be spared the awkwardness that would have reigned over the two if Roxanne had actually wanted to marry him--why on Earth anyone would want to marry a self-admitted asshole like Alexander, he wouldn't know. So instead, the awkward situation was that two people, neither of whom wanted anything to do with the other, were being told to marry each other. Like hell. "Well, I'll have you know that I don't want to marry you any more than you want to marry me," Alex replied. "And yeah, I'm Alexander Alles." |
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| Lock Wolf | August 27, 2010, 3:52 am Post #12 |
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The man sighed heavily. He was sitting in the back of a sleek black car, windows down so the fresh sea air could come in, and so he could feel on his face. He hated air conditioning. The scene before him was surprisingly pleasant, beach, clean blue water, a peer off in the distance was a nice touch. Kinda reminded him of home. That's when his eyes focused, people, the men were easy to spot, dressed up in their suits. Some of the women were easy to spot as well from their over done dresses. God he hated that puffy ass shit, made a good woman look like a cotton ball. he preferred it when they just wore something that fell straight down, or nothing at all, depending on his appetite. "Heh." he chuckled a bit. "Hm? What is it brother?" The woman beside him had turned her head and taken interest in him, not because of what was going to happen, but because he had chuckled. That was normally a bad sign. "Wha? Oh, tch, nothin'. Just looking at how stuck up and smug these rich ass holes look." "Dear Brother, don't forget that we are rich as well." "No. Your rich, I work for a living." "You ran away from home, and joined the milita. But you are still family, and one of us." "Tch, what ever. Cabby, we're here! Pull this hunk of junk over and let me out!" A few seconds later the driver had found a good spot to pull over, not wanting to get stuck in sand, or block the roads. Red opened the door, and started to walk around to the trunk, it was already unlocked for him when he got there, and pulled a single bag out. Maybe his new home be stocked, but, he doubted it be what he liked, so he'd probably burn it later today, or tomorrow in the fireplace. He cracked his neck, his sister had stepped out as well, the driver helping her out before she walked over to him and straightened his shirt up a bit. He was in basic army wear, a dark blue jacket that ran down to his mid-thigh, white creamish white pants under, and a white belt around his waist, holding the jacket tight when he stood straight backed. His shoulders were decorated with a bit of gold trim, and he should have had a hat, but he left that in the car. He hated wearing hats. He hated most things, in actuality.... "It does look good on. Although, fathers hair clashes terribly with it. Hm, well, there's no changing you I take it." "Got that right." With that Red reached a arm around the woman and bear hugged her best he could before kissing her on the cheek and giving her a small smile, "Take care of that kid of your alright? And if that husband starts shit, let me know and I'll fix it right quick, fast, and in a hurry." The woman smiled and nodded before telling him goodbye and walking back to sit in the car. She have a small sigh before the door was closed for her. Red turned at that point, and started off for the small group forming. He hated people, but, if was going to be forced to live with them, he might as well greet them probably. he could bite their heads off and bury them after they officialy pissed him off. |
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| Kitten | August 27, 2010, 5:46 am Post #13 |
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Folding and unfolding the piece of paper with a name scrawled delicately on it, Chayce Lee Williams stared out the back window of a pearly white limo. He'd never really been too fond of traveling around in something so delicate, but he supposed it fit who he was and why he was here. Chayce isn't the most...manly person in the world. He never went around parading what he thought a man should be...nor did he ever react the way a male should. If anything, he tended to react to situations like a shy child. Some people might call him feminine, but a child is more suited for him. He doesn't squeal like a girl, nor does he prance a round like a little school girl. He'll be shy, withdrawn and a little distracted at times. Times such as these. Unfolding the piece of paper once more, Chayce looked down at the name scrawled out in his mother's very elegant hand writing. She'd written the name down before sending him off here, and told him not to open the paper until he got in the limo. He had opened it the second he slipped into the cold leather seats and has been reading and re-reading the name the entire trip here. Good thing it was only an hour drive. Alex Fremont Alex Fremont Alex...Fremont. The name was now implated into his brain. He could never forget the name...Or at least he hoped. As the limo rolled along the highway, Chayce wondered what sort of woman was behind the name Alex Fremont. Seeing as the name was spelled out Alex rather than Alexandra, or Alexis...or whatever Alex was short for, it was obvious she wasn't the typical high class sophisticated woman who wanted everything about her to be gold and not even a speck of silver. The name sounded more down to earth than the women he was used to being set up on failed dates with. Before too long, as Chayce pondered the woman behind the name, the Limo slowed to a halt and Chayce realized they were at the designated location. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Chayce put the wrinkled and worn piece of paper into his pocket and stepped out of the car. He really hated having the driver waste his time to come around to the door and let him out, so normally he was up and out before the man could even open his own door. Of course, the carrying of personal items was a little different, and Chayce was more than welcome to allowing the male grab his things out of the trunk and put them where they belong. Stretching now, Chayce looked around the area to see if there was anything of interest. It was then that he saw a few groups of people his age. Stopping mid stretch, much like a deer caught in the middle of the road, frozen in place by head-lights, Chayce looked at the group of people. Would one of them be Alex Fremont? Lowering his arms that had been reached out into the sky much like a cat yawned on a lazy summer day, Chayce turned towards the driver smiled and grabbed his bags. Well...this was it. He'd be off to find his Alex Fremont. |
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| CinquantaSei | August 27, 2010, 6:35 am Post #14 |
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Alex was getting bored of waiting. From the looks of things, other people were already meeting up with others. This had been an arrangement between a number of families, it seemed. There was the nerdy looking guy over there, already talking to a girl. The angry looking woman with the guitar talking to another guy. A very violent looking man had just stepped out of a car, while a well-dressed woman drank from a flask. That only left the effeminate man stepping out of the pearly looking car. Alex shrugged, staring over at him. It was either talk to him, or that angry looking man over there. She walked over with a sort of walk that implied she really had better things to do and looked straight at the man. "You Chayce?" Alex asked directly. She wasn't one to mince words. Overall, she wasn't really one to say words unless she was with someone she enjoyed the company of. Who knows, maybe this Chayce guy could impress her. Not that she was all that interested in the opposite sex. |
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| Kitten | August 27, 2010, 7:52 am Post #15 |
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Not long after the pearly white limo disappeared into the distance, was Chayce greeted by a woman. Looking at the woman, she didn't look much like a typical girl to him. She wasn't wearing a dress, and in fact she was wearing boy-like clothes. If it weren't for her girly features and obvious breast, he would have assumed she was just a feminine looking male. She then asked if he was Chayce and his eyes widened. Instantly gullible, he asked "H-How did you know my name?" it hadn't occurred to the naive boy that she might have been asking everyone if they happened to have that name, and that it was merely that she finally found the owner of the name. NO, he'd assumed instantly that she knew who he was and that she was some sort of stalker or something. A few seconds after his question, however, Chayce cleared his voice and said "I...I mean Yes. I'm Chayce..." His words were smoother now. More gentle-manly and less choked. "And who, may i ask, am I speaking too?" |
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| CinquantaSei | August 27, 2010, 8:25 am Post #16 |
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Alex held up the scrap of paper with his name on it as an answer to his initial question. "I'm Alex. I'm here to get married to you, apparently." she spoke with displeasure. It was fairly obvious she had no interest in him, though she had acknowledged that he was a fairly attractive man. Maybe if he wasn't a complete loser, they could get this whole 'marriage' business out of the way and just be friends. "Look, I don't really want to get married, especially not to some guy... some guy I don't even know." Alex added the last part on in case he got the wrong idea. It was the right idea, but she didn't exactly want to go screaming it from the rooftops. |
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| Wicked | August 27, 2010, 6:43 pm Post #17 |
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And so, Roxanne would deal with this man. He didn't seem too much of a challenge and maybe, somehow, she could squeeze her way out of the situation. Ah! He seemed willing enough! The irony of them two being paired was most definitely not lost on her. This whole situation was appauling and humorous all at the same time. Her face gave away nothing as she let go of his hand and eyed him. "Well, that is all well and good but it seems we're stuck together for now. Unless you have a plan of getting this engagement put off, I highly doubt this predicament will go away. I, myself, have nothing at the moment to propose," Roxanne stated plainly, everything a calculation- a math problem- and detached. Almost immediately, Roxanne turned slightly to head down to the ocean, dismissing Alexander's presence. Those other girls were such fools for wearing such heavy clothing, always being the slave to skirts. She wore a lighter dress that cut off slightly lower of the knee and made of polyester. Roxanne was practical about it. The beach called for light clothing that didn't drag and collect sand or absorb the water to make it heavier. Roxanne "tsk"ed at her heels, the one thing her parents forced her to wear to the outing. At least they weren't too steep and easy to slip out of. Roxanne did exactly that, taking off her shoes one after the other and holding them in her hands as she walked on the divide between land and water. There was already sand in the shoes! What a bother... |
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| Evangelion Bot | August 27, 2010, 8:20 pm Post #18 |
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Alex smirked, not at all annoyed by Roxanne's dismissal. However, rather than continue to stand there foolishly, he instead walked with her, saying nothing for a moment. Then, he said, "A plan of getting this engagement put off? Well, it's simple--just refuse to do it. It's not that difficult, unless you're really intent on pleasing your parents." Alex himself had no intention of pleasing his parents at the cost of his own wellbeing--his parents, who hardly even knew their own son. If Alex didn't want to marry this Roxanne--and under no circumstances did he want to--then he simply wouldn't. That was all. |
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| Wicked | August 27, 2010, 10:31 pm Post #19 |
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Roxanne continued, uninterrupted but slightly bothered, as Alexander joined her. Get in your car and hurry off, for god's sake, she yearned to snap, though he hadn't exactly earned her sharp tongue just yet. Then again, his words were a slap on her face. It would be a man who speaks so freely and be able to do it. She stopped suddenly and turned to look Alexander in the eyes, her gaze sharp and her tongue like a dagger. "You, as a man, would not understand a woman's predicament. I rely heavily on my parents because of how suppressed women are. I have no means of income except from them and if I don't do as they wish, they'll write me off and I will be left completely without any means of survival. Until this country accepts women and lets us work as we should be able to, I am forced to comply with my parents' wishes and unfortunately that means being engaged to the likes of you," Roxanne said with a huff, finally getting off all the stress that had been rolling over and over her in waves since she was brought news of her engagement. Her parents had no right and yet, they had all the rights in the world. It made her blood boil how a man could easily shrug off anything since they would always have something to rely on. Roxanne had nothing if not her parents and this was their final warning. She had to marry or their strings would be detached and it was not something Roxanne was anywhere near ready for. After a moment to have a breather, Roxanne seemed to calm down. "If that is your wish, then I suggest you tell your parents and my parents that. Maybe they won't be too harsh on me then," she muttered, finally continuing her walk. |
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| Evangelion Bot | August 27, 2010, 10:45 pm Post #20 |
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Alex's smirk did not seem to decrease at all after Roxanne's furious tirade: it remained, at once mocking and amused. "I'm hurt by your words," he said with the slightest note of sarcasm. "The likes of me? How insulted I feel." He allowed the words to sink in, fully aware that they would probably only work to feed her anger further, before he continued. "I'm so sorry about your problems with how this country accepts women, but that isn't my lookout, so don't complain about it to me. And for the record, your parents are your parents," he emphasized your, as if explaining a rather simple concept to someone who simply wouldn't understand it. "So you'll excuse me if I don't feel the need to explain to them why I'm not about to marry you...though I would think that would have been evident anyway." Yeah, he was a selfish asshole: he wasn't about to deny it. |
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| Lock Wolf | August 28, 2010, 2:23 am Post #21 |
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Red cleaned his teeth with his tongue, watching his sister driven off before turning back tot he group of people. Already mixing and meshing huh? God, why in hell did this have to happen to him of all people. It was bad enough that they forced his sister into it. Then Again, she swore she was happy with it. Must have gotten lucky, that, or his parents went all out on match making. Ether-way, it was a pain in his ass... With a grumpy, and heavy sigh, Red started off down the sand, his boots handling it rather well. He couldn't understand how anyone could dress like they did, well, except one girl he could make out. She seemed somewhat normal. Everyone else was in fine dress. In other words, hot, humid, hard to move in, sandy, and itchy. Why In Hell Would Any One In Their Right Mind Wear Anything Even Remotely Like That?!!! The words echoed in his head. It was pissing him off already. Stupid, inbred, stuck up.... the list went on as his eyes scanned about. he had been told the girl he was to betrove, Alexandria Love, would have a sun umbrella. Back at base, a lot of the girls had them to stop from having a tan, others just let themselves darken with the men. He had expected it to be a useless hint, but, as it turned out. Only one girl had a umbrella. Go figure? The slight surprize over, Red puffed up his chest and started over to meet his wife. He could already tell she had real pale skin. Never worked a day in her life, hell, she didn't look like she played a day in her life. Not a drop of sun had ever touched her. It was odd, yet, nice in a way. He guessed. When he came up to her though, what really caught his attention, was the drop of red at her lips. To thick to be wine.... and that smell.... blood? "Bloody lip? Didn't think you be so damn nerves to meet as to bite your self. Tch, well bloody fucking hell, I got the pampered nerviness ridden princess. Can it get better?!" He was pissed off already. His hands had moved out, gesturing as if to look around, before he leaned in, wanting to get a better look at what he'd be sleeping with every night from now on, his hand coming back down, one somewhat to his side, the other close to his chin as if thinking. |
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| Wicked | August 28, 2010, 2:40 am Post #22 |
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Roxanne glared at the sky, asking the heavens with her face what on god's green earth she could have possibly done to deserve being stuck around the male specimen. Every word that came from his mouth was spit on her face. Why couldn't he just... disappear or fall into the ocean? If only she were so lucky. "Well then, I will do that promptly seeing as one more minute in your presence might contaminate my well-being," she muttered as she slid on her shoes and started away from the ocean-line. Then again, where was she going to go? Roxanne had only been to Miami once before and didn't have many connections. Well, at least she had a hotel she could go to and from there, she would figure out everything that needed to be done. Roxanne made her way through the sand, practically steaming. The nerve of that man! The nerve of men all-together was astounding. As she looked around, it seemed everyone else who had been wandering about had been paired off. Well, good luck to them! This whole arranged marriage situation was just not her cup of tea. |
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| Luna | August 28, 2010, 2:43 am Post #23 |
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Alexandria sighed deeply. She heard another person stepping closer to her. Well she couldn't avoid it forever. Excuse me? 'Pampered, nerviness ridden princess.' He didn't even know her and he was already calling her names? Not in this life time. Alex turned to him and grabbed her flask from her hip poping it open. She let the smell of blood waft through the air a moment. "You're right. Can it get any better? The answer is..." She poured the entire flask right on his shiny shoes. "When you grow up!" Alex smirked still staring straight ahead which means she was probably looking right at his chest. "Now I'm not sure who you think you are, but I'm not one who is going to take your crap. Now as for me being pampered, you, our parents, and my parents are the only people in the entire world that know I exist. I have a condition beyond the obvious that has limited my entire life. Now you being the man here are the only one who have any right to look at our parents and tell them no. Now you can either quit whining and get over this or tell off all of them and I can go back and be locked away once again in my beautiful Veniece. Tell me now so I don't waste your time which seems to be or so important you majesty." she said practacly spitting the last two words courtsying, keeping herself shaded the whole time. |
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For My Love Because ten billion years' time is so fragile, so ephemeral... it arouses such a bittersweet, almost heartbreaking fondness. | |
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| Lock Wolf | August 28, 2010, 3:02 am Post #24 |
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Reds face went blank, and deadly. His eyes furious. he would have liked it if she had just stood up to him, laugh maybe even. But, she called him the child, then poured.... blood? On his boots? Oh, no, fuck that shit. He was stopping that right now. His fist tightened up. She was babbling about something. He caught some of it, but, she would never be able to finish it. His right boot, nice and bloody, came up and slammed into her stomach. It was a smooth action, obviously trained, and well used. It would knock the wind out of her, and make her double over at the least, knocking her down, and back a few yards was also a good possibility. He didn't care ether way, "Burn in Hell, you little rotten, blood sucking, slut. No one insults me like that. I don't care if your a man or a woman. I ain't taken that shit." Red had a violet temper, murderous even. He could be kind, he could be polite, and he could be calm and nice. he was even raised to be. But, that all went out the window the very second she poured blood on him. It could have been water, he didn't care. She crossed the line, and was lucky he didn't break her neck or try to kill her. Then again, he had stomped her hard, it could kill if she was in anyway a wimp. |
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| Luna | August 28, 2010, 3:15 am Post #25 |
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Alex was halfway through her rant when he moved to kick her. She moved to dodge but he was fast. Very fast. She guessed millitary. She move enough to where it missed her organs but instead hit her left rib cage. She fell back hard, dropping her parisol. Alexandria lost her wind and had turned during the fall. She landed on her stomach. She was trembling horribly and had probably broken a rib or two. Then she felt it. The sun, bright and vicious. Her face turned upwards, her eyes searching blindly for nothing. Her skin turned a violent red then some spots began to blacken. Frantically she began grabbing at the sand. Blood began to soak through her black bustier. The grip on his boots had actually ripped her skin. A few drops of blood began to fall into the sand. Panic stricken Alex was frantacly grabbing for her parisol but it had, unknowingly to her, blown into the water. She was begining to think she was going to die. Tears actually came to her eyes. a small bit of fear rising to her mind. Her entire body shook as she searched. |
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For My Love Because ten billion years' time is so fragile, so ephemeral... it arouses such a bittersweet, almost heartbreaking fondness. | |
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