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| Lord Drakoulis | Apr 6 2010, 02:39:01 AM Post #1 |
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I must apologize for what is immediately on the left
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Hailey had sworn she'd do this at some point. She'd just been too busy catching her food to get around to it. A few days previously, this man had asked her to paint him standing in front of the lake. She asked him how much he'd pay and he simply said 'we shall see when you're done'. That was fair enough: Hailey knew that paintings were perishable and so, could be burned if the customer refuse to pay. Also, painted over if she was a little less rich at the time. But the man had not shown up for a day and so, as the sun was setting, Hailey bit the back of her brush and looked out over the crystal-clear waters of the lake. It was very scenic and very nice so she decided to paint it. After all, she'd been best at using an impressionist pallet before she'd learned to use a figurative one. Impressionist painting was the best way to capture the reflections of light on water. And so, she took out her charcoal and sketched a few rough marks to show where everything was. She was very gifted when it came to painting...unfortunately her charcoal drawing wasn't up to the same standard. But that didn't matter, she just needed something to get a basis for when she began painting the real thing. As paint went on the canvas, she turned her head to see the lake, painting as she did so. This was a skill she'd read about and had practised from a small girl. The skill was being able to paint while looking at what you're painting. She didn't need to check that often when the painting was correct. She knew it was: her hand transposed perfectly what her eyes were seeing, only it added a frame for her so her brush quite often drifted off the canvas, trying to capture the rest of a mountain, the other half of a boat, a stray seal. Three hours later, she had a rough painting dominated by reds and oranges. However, she was not done. But her backside was hurting and her stomach was growling. There was an inn nearby and so thought to go there. She had enough pocket change to get one night's sleep there. The inn was near empty inside. She guessed that most people were either asleep at their tables or gone to their rooms. She tried to creep in, but the floor boards squeaked terribly. Eventually she pulled a helpess face and walked quickly through the bar, squeezing herself into a dark corner until the innkeeper came back. She'd be in this area a for a few days until she'd finished the painting that she'd lain carefully next to her on the bench. Her tool kit was sitting right in front of her on the table. She looked about for an awake person before her stomach growled again. It was pitch-black, god-knows-what O'clock and the innkeeper was asleep. Who the hell was awake? Nevermind that, where the hell am I gonna get food, she thought, before pulling her scarf tighter and laying her coat about her legs. Her stomach growled just as she was about to sleep. Her eyes opened in an irked tone, turning towards her stomach. "Shaddup!!" They'll freakin' hear you! I'll see you in the morning." She hissed at her stomach. Was she hissing at her stomach? Good god she was going mad...Oh well, all the best people were bonkers or just genius. She preferred bonkers: Genius was boring. Edited by Lord Drakoulis, Apr 6 2010, 02:39:20 AM.
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| Avernale | Apr 16 2010, 09:09:48 PM Post #2 |
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Paranoid Dyslexic - I think I'm always following someone.
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Karina sat at a table by herself, reading a book. It had been a long time since she last wore normal clothes, and the long-sleeved dress she was wearing to cover up her runic tattoos was making her itch. She had come to appreciate the caress of leather like a second skin, but Samuel had asked her to dress without it. The result made her feel... naked, but the uncomfortableness gave her a certain thrill. She couldn't wait to rip the thing off. Samuel had wanted to play a game with her. Their first meeting wasn't exactly the stuff of fairy tales. At least, not the kind suitable for children. Thus, he wanted to explore what it would've been like to meet under more common circumstances, and, frankly, it doesn't get more common than the local inn and tavern. Thus, she had come into this very tavern, naked save for a few thin layers of cotton, ordered something for herself and killed time with a book Samuel bought for her at a local book store. It wasn't a particularly thick volume, basically a piece of pop-culture trash that lonely girls seem to enjoy reading, but she only learned to read a few years ago when Samuel taught her so reading this was slow going. Every once in a while, a (*ahem*) gentleman would ask (for example) if another seat at her table was taken, at which point she would politely tell them that she was waiting for someone and start reading the page she was on all over again. It was getting a little annoying. She had been waiting quite a while, and wondering where Samuel had gone off to, when a falling-down-drunk man stumbled over and asked, "'Ey, there babe. Yer lookin' kinda lonely. Mind've I pull up a chair?" She looked up at the stranger with no small hint of disgust in her black eyes. "I... Yes, I do mind, actually. I'm waiting for someone, you see..." "Don' mind've I do," the man said, clearly ignoring her as he sat down next to her and put his feet up on the table. "So, ya live around here often?" "Um, look, I'm sure you're a nice man and all," she said, setting her book down in her lap, "But I'm really expecting someone soon, so I don't..." "Fashe it, honey, he shtood you up," the man interrupted. "If he hasn't come by now, he never will. Now, why don't you and I get a room, and..." "He would never...!" she started. She caught herself raising her voice and started over. "I'm sorry, but I'm really not interested." The man gave her a screwy eye. "Oh, so ya think yer better'n me? Wit' yer... book, an' yer... blond hair, an'... What's dis guy got dat I don' got?" She looked away from him pointedly. "A kinder, gentler soul than you could ever hope to have." The man's alcohol-reddened face turned even redder. His feet slammed into the floor as he practically threw his chair back to loom over her. "You f***ing b****!" he growled, raising his bottle over his head. "I'll teach you ta..." The man's threat was cut short as a hand clamped onto his shoulder and forced him back into his chair. The hand continued to hold him down, kneading into his shoulder in a sort of massage. He looked up, seeing a dark-haired man in a black jacket with a lavender cravat. "Is this man bothering you?" Samuel asked, his eyes squarely on Karina. Karina, who didn't so much as flinch until this point, pivoted to face Samuel, her black eyes sparkling radiantly even as she cupped her hands over her mouth. "OH! He was terrible! First, he tried to play footsie with me, but he kicked me and bruised my shin!" "Is that so?" Samuel noted, his eyes narrowing. "Wha...? But my feet were on the table the whole time!" the drunk protested. "Then," she continued, squirming in her seat, "He put his hand on my thigh, and slid it up under my dress!" "Is that so?" Samuel growled, rage burning behind his eyes. "But I didn't even touch her!" the drunk pleaded. "Besides, her dress goes all the way down to her ankles!" "And then, and then he said, he said..." Karina paused, recoiling at the most shameful thing she was going to claim he did, before standing up and slamming her hands on the table. "That if I didn't sleep with him, he'd kill me!" She paused again, feeling she needed to add a bit more to the statement. "And then sleep with my corpse!" "Is That SO!?" Samuel said, his voice a barely-restrained roar. "But I didn't...!" the drunk started, only to yelp in pain as Samuel's grip tightened. He was hauled up onto his feet, face-to-face with the man in the black cape. Samuel smiled at him pleasantly. "I think you've had a little too much to drink, sir." His eyes narrowed darkly again. "Maybe we should go out and cool that head of yours." "I didn't mean anything! I was just messing around, honest!" the man continued to wail to this effect as Samuel carried him by the shoulder out of the tavern. A splash could be heard as he was unceremoniously dunked into a horse trough. Samuel walked back over to Karina's table. "Are you alright, miss?" Karina looked up at him, her eyes all a-glow and a blush overcoming her face. She dove into him and wrapped her arms around him, crying, "♥♫My hero♬♥! ... Took you long enough. Did you pay that guy to hit on me or what?" Samuel chuckled. "Believe it or not, I was across the street the whole time before I realized I was in the wrong tavern." He gently pried her off of him and they sat down next to each other. She slid her chair next to his and leaned against his arm. "So, where have you been all my life?" she asked playfully. "Oh, here and there," Samuel said. He put his hand on her thigh. "So, you got a name?" "I used to," she mused. "But then I lost it. So I got another one." "Oh?" Samuel noted. "How'd you get it?" "Someone very special gave it to me," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Someone special, you say?" Samuel pondered. "Was it your mother?" "Nope," she said, her hand caressing his arm. "Was it your father?" he asked teasingly, tilting his head into hers. "Uh, uh," she said, giggling a little. She slid her hand down to his. "Then who gave you your name?" he asked, taking her hand with his other hand. She brought her head around to look into his eyes. "My master." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "And what did your master name you?" "Eternity." Clothes lay strewn about their room in the inn. Eternity and Samuel lay on their bed, exhausted, their bare skin glistening with sweat. She nuzzled into his chest, wrapped firmly in her master's arms. He moaned softly and held her tighter. "I'm almost surprised this place hasn't caught fire yet," Samuel said, fingering one of the myriad runes embedded in Eternity's skin. "I wouldn't be surprised if we kept the whole inn awake," she remarked, her leg sliding between his legs and dragging her closer. "Man, I am starving," he said, shifting his body to face her more. "You want anything special?" she asked, pushing herself up on her hands. "You know what I like," he said, smiling as he stroked her shoulder. She climbed off the bed, his arms sliding off her like a shawl. She put on a lavender robe, cinching the belt around her waist, and left the room, gently closing the door behind her. She went downstairs to the tavern, where a few people were still hanging around. A quiet growling caught her attention as she passed by one of the tables, drawing her attention to a girl scolding her own stomach and curled up as if trying to sleep. She would've moved on, but her conscience wouldn't let her unless she at least asked. "Excuse me, miss," she asked Hailey, "But are you alright?" |
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