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  • Where is your characters living quarters and how does it look like? (OOC stuff)

    Well, I think Rosencrsntz's room would be quite open with high ceilings and large open windows that look out onto a secret garden to the back of the mansion. It would also be quite a way away from the others because she is quite shy and likes her own space. Inside the room I see a theme of pale blue walls and white ceilings, edging and thigs. She doesn't like the cold either so would probably have a number of duvets and things used to make a nest as well as Rangi's old blanket (long story). So yeah, bright, airy, lofty, I don't really know what else to say.

  • BAD WOLF | open, return sort of

    ((I like the name of this thread))


    Since 'coming back into the clan' Rosencrantz could hardly say that she had been active but instead had been hiding away in the depths of the mansion, unable to draw herself out at any time at all. But today, for what ever reason, she had decided to leave those dusty rooms and go out for a walk. She came across this small group not long after and padded quietly over to Rangi's side, her head lowered as always. "I'm ...mmm...Rosencrantz..." She whispered softly though it was hardly important. "Can...Can we help you...?"

  • Razor hearts look for bleeding wounds (Private)

    The man man had an aim, but from the outset of the fight, there was no way that he could hope to achieve victory. Yes, his first move hit its mark and the man, not too dissimilar from himself went down. Then from there he managed to find some handhold around Yellow's neck but that was soon rectified. A sharp blow to the back of the head sent him crashing to the ground with no chance of regaining consciousness anytime soon, if ever. Though nobody would really care either way, their time on the island was limited. His was indefinite. He did nt hear the conversation that came after his dimise or anything like that, but instead he was left to be with his own kind in the dirt of the path where people could walk all over him. No one would be there to offer him now.


    Deep in the island, a young girl grew weaker by the second. Of course she had no idea as to what was happening, all she knew of was that there were others on the island and if her master was successful, they would either be dead or slaves by the morning. But this she could not think of currently. It was getting harder and harder to differaniate between unconciousness and the void of darkness that surrounded her with every second. No matter how hard she tried the pain never left her train of thought. The mad man's whip had left its ugly brand upon her body, his force marked with a poppy wound on her forehead. Reality and time seemed to eeb away and to that she had no rejection. There was nothing left for her now. Not even a life to treasure.


    Then a scream other than her own pierced her eyes, forcing her to a state of alert. Though she had no eneegy she listened closely knowing that it would be a victim of her master, a female by the sounds of it. She knew what he was capable of, how he liked to have his wicked way and what he would do to torture his prey. Rosencrantz was his piece of meat, he didn't care what happened to her. Maybe it would be the same for this girl, at least they wouldn't be alone anymore. She knew that she could do nothing but prayed that there might be someone with them to help. She didn't expect any helps for herself but she would never wish his cruelty on anyone. Even a complete stranger.

  • Razor hearts look for bleeding wounds (Private)

    The moments after first hearing the scream were completely still, she now could not dare to move rather than simply couldn't, she wanted to know what was going on in the world beyond the confines of this room. Rosencrantz suspected that he was silencing his victim whether it be with pain or death, she knew that he would be merciless. Little did she know that help was only meters away from her now. In fact, if she were to cry out then freedom would come a running to her in only seconds. But no, still she remained nothing must a shadow that was soon to turn into nothing. Life was being taken with the dripping of her blood and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.


    She lost track of the time that past then. The next thing that she heard was the huffing and puffing of a being much larger than herself enter the confines of that dark home. Rosencrantz could only conclude that it was her master, maybe he had returned to find something bind his new hostage or, even worse, harm them with. She prayed that he would not remember her in his anger fueled madness, instead leave as soon as he came in and thankfully the gruff noises went away not long after that. Seemingly all were alone once more. Sounds evolved into voices though, they found a home with words. Though the she did not know what they were saying, they seemed rather more soft than any she could remember. Time had left her only with scars, memories of happiness had been beaten out of her so from this she took no hope. The room, the island all seemed to drift again and her body began to shut down. Had she been able to hang on for another few second she would have known the comfort of another but instead she fell from the world into the void of her mind.


    Her body lay limper and weaker than ever. There was no color bar that of crimson blood to mark her. Even as the crew members entered to find her there upon the floor she did not stir, the breaking of her chains and the scattering of the shards of metal did not wake her. It was only when two strong arms enfolded her and started to carry her away from that god forsken place that she began to show signs of life again though they were faint.


    Her white, floss like hair fell loose over the man's arm while her chained arms fell freely from her control. But it was the warmth of a human that found her, the calm voice of a friend that spoke in soft tones across the distance of unconsciousness and brought her back to reality. Two ocean blue eyes pulled themselves open even if it were only to the width of milometers to look upon the stocky man and fair woman above her. These were not the faces of tormentors nor tyrants, there seemed to be a glow of goodness about them both that she had not seen in many a year. Rosencrantz was only young, maybe 16 at the very most but she had been through more than a life time of pain. How broken she was, even now she dared not dream of safety.

  • Razor hearts look for bleeding wounds (Private)

    From far above her Rosencrantz heard a conversation that momentarily roused her to consciousness. Though she struggled with the language of these people she listened still for the people aroumd her seemed to be arguing with raised tension in their voices that could not be ignored by all accounts. Her head was rested on Red's arm a little so that she did not have to lift it and support it herself. Her eyes opened again just a little to see a man of extraordinarily dark skin who wore bright eyes taking with the woman who had spoken to her only minutes ago. Because of her lack of vision she did not see the huge vessel before her before her eyes seemed to droop again, the world turning dark once more.



    ((TIME SKIP))


    After that, she could remember nothing. Nothing but the dark. Some may have thought her dead, it was days after her rescue that she first started to show life again. The child found herself in the shadows. A dimly light room that turned and swayed without control. She had never experienced such a thing before, the only boat that she had ever been on was a traditional conical which was open topped and designed for fishing, though many years had past since she had seen one. Her eyes fluttered lightly then opened to find this world clouded by the effects of brandy - the pirates' painkiller. In essence she was highly intoxicated by this, she had never before had alcohol this strong. Rosencrantz knew a similar smell of course, from her drunken master but this was new experience for her and it was not going well. Not only that but her head, back and wrists were infected with a searing pain that no medicine could combat. By this she was paralyzed, unable to move from where she was laid on her front in the knowledge that she would aggravate her wounds. Thankfully some color had returned to her but she was of a marble complexion anyway, it was her eyes that had brightened the most which in turn helped the glow return to her cheeks.


    These lacerations had been stitched roughly by an ammeter who meant well and was trying to prevent infection but also dressed with cuts of old but clean sheets in the place of bandages which were rare on the open ocean. Someone had to have an ounce of concern for her, these dressings had been changed when they had been needed to and Rosencrantz some one had done so only recently, the blood had not soaked through yet. Whether the fact that she was being thought of was a good thing or a bad thing was not known to her. Certainly it was completely different from the life she had had more recently.


    A long shirt that, on her, was more like a nighty clothed her loosely, her hair tied back in a carefully styled pleat while the blankets enfolded her. She had not known the luxury of a bed before, not even in her village. This world was completely odd and new to her yet so similar to that of the master. That was why she remained weary and was terrified of every flicker in the light. Who knew what plans these people had for her? What they might say now? Yes, they had taken her in but was it to be a slave once more? At least they were allowing her to regain strength first. It was the black man that scared her the most. The angry, topaz eyed captain who had not smiled upon her coming. He seemed important, though in what capacity she did not know. In fact Rose knew very little of English and she was maybe the only remaining speaker of her own language. however, she supposed that they couldn't have left her and that she would she them all again. In fact, at times she thought she heard people talking just above her. In this confined space all seemed so near, yet extremely far away from all that she knew.

  • Springtime Sunshine // open

    Rosencrantz padded up slowly and quietly, taking herself to sit by Rangi as soon as she entered the group. These days she dared not be in a crowd of people like this is she didn't get to be by him. He was her rock and she needed that support. She didn't say anything in particular, too anxious to more than anything else. But that didn't stop her from smiling softly and politely, glad to be with friends and in particular her mate.

  • Hi, I'm auditiong for the part of... (Privite- Remi)

    The lonely wolf stood quietly within the river that ran its course not too far from the old mansion. Though she had not been a feline for many a moon, she found herself with the urge to fish from time to time. It was, of course a rather peaceful and private business, perfect for the Skuller who had always been socially anxious. She tried her best but friends had never been her strong point which left her with very few though, admittedly, she didn't ever think she would know how to talk to them. But maybe, that could change.