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Prarie watched from nearby, brimming with curiosity. Poking the water appeared entertaining in a mind-numbing kind of way, she noted.
Sienna eyes latched onto a reed stick adjacent to her and, the next thing she knew, she was joining in on the fun.
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| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: white;][hr][align=center]Prairie approached the rocks on which the heraldess and herald stood. The little junior had not been doing much of anything that day so, needless to say, this meeting was like a breath of fresh air- despite having not actually started yet. She had to tilt her chin so as to peer all the way up at them. Her father and Karolyna were like giants all the way up there! That's how it seemed from her point of view, at least. |
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| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: white;][hr][align=center]Prairie had not socialized much with anybody in the tribe let alone her father, but an excited warmth spread through her body as she was called to his side. "Ooh, alright!" the youngster beamed with enthusiasm. She scuttled over, chin held high so as to keep her stick from dragging on the ground, and then plopped down at Caneret's side. |
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| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: white;][hr][align=center]A kit raid? Did that mean that Prairie would be getting more playmates soon? Her tail curled with delight at the idea, as she did not at all understand the full seriousness of the situation. Besides, the tribe was a super duper safe place for everybody! They would never hurt a single hair on a baby's pelt! She remained silent despite how Karolyna's idea appealed to her. She wanted to hear what some of the older and more experienced members thought. From the sound of it, Arty seemed to think it was a good idea. |
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| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]Prairie stood at the top of the hill, dark eyes glimmering with enthrallment. "Wo-hoah! I wanna do it!" the bold young kitten proclaimed, taking a step forward and craning her neck as as to fully see the height that she was dealing with. The slope was a steep one, but she had seen taller. With a thoughtful expression adorning her face, she paced from paw to paw for a moment, contemplating as to whether or not this would be a good idea. It would be a nightmare to clean off later, but... Eh. It looked like a lot of fun, so it was a chance that she was willing to take. She backed up a few steps and then barreled forward, squealing excitedly the entire ride down. |
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]The bombings started at half past two. As luck would have it, Elsie was in town, having a late lunch with her cousin, Carlo, and his wife. That was her first time across seas. She was visiting family in a small town on the coast of Italy. They were eating in the window of a quaint little restaurant when the sounds of Hell, a loud and unrelenting din, ripped the picturesque facade of the seaside town into a million shreds.
Like fools, her cousins bolted from the building. Yelling over the resonating groan of planes, Elsie tried to run after them but it was to no avail. They were already lost amid the labyrinth of short buildings. At nineteen years old, she was officially on her own in the warzone. The thought made adrenaline rush through her veins. She was too young to die, but too young to be on her own and survive. She didn't know her way home. She didn't know anything about this place, but it looked as though she would have to find out, and quick.
[color=white]OOC: As it turns out, the world meeting was being held in this small town. Countries are running amuck, trying to find their way to the designated building where, of course, a few countries will be missing. It just so happens that my character is mistaken by yours as one of them. He grabs her hand and urges her to come on. Assuming this to be her salvation, she does as she's told. This is all in a frenzied panic, so it's not until they reach a building and are far underground that anybody notices that one of them is not like the others. But they can't let her go. (I will play other countries who will clarify this, if necessary.) They can't let her go because she has heard their plans and, not only that, is aware of their true identities. That these are the famed nations who embody their people. So your character, feeling responsible, takes her in. We will go from there.
If you have a hard time choosing a character to play, here is a list of some who I would be okay with.
_ Romano
_ Italy
_ Spain
_ America
_ Belarus
_ Denmark
_ Romania
_ Lithuania
_ Poland
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆—[color=black] [size=10px]Elsie was too shocked for the meaning of her hero's words to register. Had it not been for his swift and timely arrival, she would have been as good as dead, skin and bones crushed to a fine pulp under the weight of a brick wall.
"I- I- I-" Never in her life had she stammered this terribly. She was still so shocked that it was all she could do to keep her legs moving. Her hair stuck out in frazzled, auburn curls and her eyes were so wide that the dark brown irises were nothing more than islands among a vast ocean of white. "Yeah," she choked at last. She strained to see over her shoulder, but too much dust had accumulated. People littered the streets like disoriented mice.
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][size=10px]☆— OOC It's cool! I was wondering, who do you think should be the main antagonist in the thread? The one doing the bombing and all? I would have decided ahead of time, but I just couldn't make up my mind! Should it be one country, or an alliance of them, perhaps?
[color=white]☆— IC[color=black] [size=10px]It was quiet down there. Elsie didn't know where the man had taken her, but it was a silent haven from the chaotic world overhead. She did have to acknowledge that everyone in attendance had a demeanor of business about them. In fact, this didn't seem a bomb shelter so much as it did a meeting. Her hero, whose name she had yet to determine, had even been scolded for lateness. She tightened a trembling hand around his arm and peered around at the surrounding circle of diverse faces.
Carefully, she leaned forward so as to whisper into the man's ear. At last, she had gathered enough courage to speak. Her voice did, however, still quaver. "Thanks for, you know... saving me. I really would have been done for if you hadn't been there."
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][size=10px]☆— OOC Sounds like a plan to me. Are there any countries in particular that you would rather I play! And have fun in Disney World omg. I absolutely adore Disney World! <3 especially Epcot
[color=white]☆— IC[color=black] [size=10px]Knitting her softly angled eyebrows, Elise stared at this man through dark, uncomprehending eyes. Colleagues? Why, she didn't have a job! Her parents were wealthy. They were 'higher-ups' in the world of corporation, so they paid every expense she could ever ask for... Her trip to Italy included. She brushed a stray curl behind her ear and opened her mouth to speak. Before a single sound could peep from the confines of her lips, the man- Mr. Vargas, it seemed his name was- was being questioned. Then there was a man who appeared strikingly similar, smacking him as though it were nothing!
Slack-jawed with shock, she blinked at the man who had dealt Mr. Vargas a harsh blow. Without much trouble, she determined they must have been siblings- if not twins. The resemblance was uncanny, the only differentiations being minor variations in complexion and hair color.
"That wasn't called for," she remarked in a small voice. Whatever courage she may have harbored had been sapped in the chaos overhead, so it was for this reason that she remained facing straight ahead, on the... meeting she had been smuggled into.
She bit down on her tongue. Something told her she didn't belong there. Something told her this wasn't where she was supposed to be. She glanced at Mr. Vargas. He had been so kind to her, but would he throw her back into the chaos once he realized he had grabbed the wrong person? "I- um. Mr... Vargas?" Whispering again, she scooted her chair a little closer to him. Large doe-eyes blinked uncertainly. "I have a question. This is a bomb shelter, right?"
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=9px]Victoria Fairchild is a human girl of seventeen years old. A young heiress to a wealthy family's fortune, she lives with her family in an enormous old mansion. She meets your character, a wealthy vampire who feels the need for a companion, at a fancy hotel. He is enchanted by her loveliness, as the cliche saying goes, and suddenly wants only her. He wants her companionship, so turns her into a vampire and she is left with no choice but to leave with him.
There are just a few things that might interest you to know:
-Your character is a rockstar. Nobody knows that he is a real vampire, even thought his stage name has to do with vampires. (it can be whatever you want)
-These vampires sleep during the day and are burnt by the sun.
-There is a hoard of vampires who are displeased with your character for revealing to the world that he is a vampire (even though nobody truly believes that he is) so they are often out to kill him.
-Your character will train my character, his fledgling, in the ways of a vampire.
-When they drink blood, their victims almost always die from bloodloss.
-They cry and sweat blood.
So... Just tell me if you're interested! Maybe make a small form for your character? Here is a little bit of information on Victoria:
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Name: Victoria Matilda Fairchild
Age: Seventeen
Personality: She is soft-spoken, and appears stoic when her expression is neutral. This leads many to believe that she is cold, which can be true at times. Victoria can be sensitive, but she is more often focusing on logic than emotion. Crying isn't something she will be caught doing often, and she will try to work through her problems on her own.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=9px]OOC:
Simply jump in with a male vampire or werewolf! In a small town, it's surprising that your character has never met Gabrielle before now. But he happens upon her walking home from school, and can sense the power that radiates from within her. Unbeknownst to her, she is related to a very powerful line of witches. Their power is limited to communicating with spirits, but she has never known of or taken advantage of these powers. He approaches her and convinces her to go home with him. (She is a very impressionable girl, mind you.) As soon as she is with him, he questions her powers and demands to know what she knows. He has something that he wants to know from the spirits (whatever you please), but it so happens that he hooked himself a clueless witch. We will pretty much figure out how to go from there! You can jump in or make a form or whatever you please!
IC:
Homework, test, quiz. Gabrielle was sure that if she heard any of those words one more time for the rest of her life, she would go out of her mind! Thankfully, as luck would have it, it so happens that when she walked out of the school building that afternoon, she was walking out for the next two months. Summer break was underway, and she was officially a senior. The thought had a nice ring to it. One more year of school, then she could do with her life what she pleased.
She had chosen to walk home that day. Of course, she had plenty of friends who would have been more than willing to drop her off at home, but she wanted some time to herself. Time to think. So there she was, ambling carelessly down a forested side-road two blocks from her house. The long way home was the scenic one, and she much preferred it over the way most people took.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=9px]OOC:
Simply jump in with a male vampire! In a small town, it's surprising that your character has never met Gabrielle before now. But he happens upon her walking home from school, and can sense the power that radiates from within her. Unbeknownst to her, she is related to a very powerful line of witches. Their power is limited to communicating with spirits, but she has never known of or taken advantage of these powers. He approaches her and convinces her to go home with him. (She is a very impressionable girl, mind you.) As soon as she is with him, he questions her powers and demands to know what she knows. He has something that he wants to know from the spirits (whatever you please), but it so happens that he hooked himself a clueless witch. We will pretty much figure out how to go from there! You can jump in or make a form or whatever you please!
IC:
Homework, test, quiz. Gabrielle was sure that if she heard any of those words one more time for the rest of her life, she would go out of her mind! Thankfully, as luck would have it, it so happens that when she walked out of the school building that afternoon, she was walking out for the next two months. Summer break was underway, and she was officially a senior. The thought had a nice ring to it. One more year of school, then she could do with her life what she pleased.
She had chosen to walk home that day. Of course, she had plenty of friends who would have been more than willing to drop her off at home, but she wanted some time to herself. Time to think. So there she was, ambling carelessly down a forested side-road two blocks from her house. The long way home was the scenic one, and she much preferred it over the way most people took.
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=8px]Accepted! I'll make the first post as soon as I get home. My dad's about to pick me up and I'm going to practice driving. Woot!
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=8px]Accepted! You can just jump in with Zac noticing her and sensing her power. I'll be back to post soon!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=aliceblue][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | human | stubborn, pensive, cold[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=cornflowerblue]The Fairchild family didn't do many things together. They were an independent bunch who relied on the money of their elders rather than the elders themselves. Most of them were raised by nannies, Victoria being no exception. So that her father had chosen this weekend to insist they go out together was dubious, but he hadn't seemed to have any ulterior motives in mind. Only... family time.
The biggest problem with that was that not one of them- she, her mother, and her father- even considered sticking together. They had parted ways as soon as they were all familiarized with the room's number and location. Her father had gone to dinner with old friends, her mother remained in the room, and Victoria had gone to see what there was to see.
The hotel- known as Zamok Bogov, which was supposed to be Russian for something- was of grand size and proportion. It reminded her of a castle she had once roomed for a night in Wales. The section that she had taken a particular liking to was a balcony jutting out of the westernmost wing of the hotel, overlooking the courtyard.
Evening had conquered the sky a half hour ago. Vines of verdant climbed the old, dilapidated stonework, all the way to the balcony of ivory marble on which she stood. She stood and stared down at the enormous stone fount, the centerpiece of the courtyard. Her long fingers plucked absently at the vine and, with a pensive sigh, she wondered whether her mother would care if she stayed out another hour or two longer. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | witch | grumpy, childish, impressionable[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=palegoldenrod]OOC: Yeah, it was perfect!
IC: A tap on the shoulder and the polite greeting of a male's voice. Gabrielle hadn't seen anyone, nor had she suspected she was being followed as was her "sixth sense". For the first time in a long time, she had been startled into stupefied submission.
She muffled a girlish yelp into her closed lips, then flushed pink with shame. Never did she let her guard down like that! How had she missed the presence of another person in an area as open and empty as this?
For the sake of composure, she swallowed her exasperation with herself and jarred to a half. [b]"I'm no ma'am!" she retorted, spinning on her heels to confront one of the rare few who had ever successfully crept up on her. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Ma'am is for old women. Who are you?" This guy looked old enough to attend her school although, admittedly, she was almost certain she had never seen him before. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | witch | grumpy, childish, impressionable[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle had gone from 'ma'am' to 'miss' in less than a minute's time. Ugh, formalities were for old people. Needless to say, she had already taken to an air of disdain toward this polite "Zac" character.
Another quirk of Gabrielle's was that she could always tell when she was being lied to. It wasn't just in the language of the body, which was often enough in itself to tell. The only way she could think to explain it was as a gut feeling. But that wasn't it at all! It was the only explanation that had ever made sense to those who asked, and the only one that laid to rest her own curiosities.
She was just really sensitive to it, was all.
So that she felt nothing in particular towards Zac's revelation was odd. He sounded and appeared sincere, but the words were ones that every person was taught from a young age not to submit to.
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and cast a fleeting glance in the direction she had been walking. Alright, she would bite.
[b]"Who was asking about me?" She and her family had always been close. She was an only child, but had grown up around aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, all of which who lavished her in every spoil a young girl could hope for. That any of them would have been "asking around" about her seemed unlikely, but she was thrown off by the lack of gut-wrenching instinct. She squinted mascara-laden eyelashes and gave him a brief one over. "And what were they asking about? You said your name's Zac, right?" She didn't think she had ever heard of any Zac.[/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=aliceblue][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | human | stubborn, pensive, cold[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=cornflowerblue]Victoria's shoulders tensed beneath the burgundy fabric of her halter top. In her surprise, she accidentally had plucked a leaf from its vine and pinched it now between tense fingers.
Turning only her head, she made out features that were unmistakably masculine, as the voice would suggest. Even contoured in the bluish-black shadows of evening, his skin seemed as pale as polished porcelain, something she immediately wrote off as a trick of what dim light there was.
She straightened in an inconspicuous attempt to rid her back of the hand that had landed on it.
[b]"In this case, I'm only looking at it," she answered back. That her brief minutes of isolation had come to an end was nothing she didn't expect or mind. With dinner parties every other night and shopping sprees with friends by day, it was no wonder she had grown into a bona fide extrovert.
She squinted, trying better to make out this man's features through the shroud of darkness fallen between them. "But I guess the night is lovely. You can't see the stars like this where I live." Homed right outside of city limits, in an enormous house ensconced by the everlasting greenery of a coniferous forest, smog was the deciding factor in whether or not stars would be available at night. Out here, miles outside of any city that [i]she knew of, the sky appeared to glow with the light of the distant points. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek
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[size=8]Louis DuPont[/size]
Louis had haunted the old halls of the institution for almost two centuries. He still remembered when it had been a brand new hospital, and his sister had worked day in and out as a dedicated nurse. When she was alive, he would pay her visits, bring her food; especially in the days when gunshots were a constant din through the brittle branches of the surrounding pine forest. She had worked there until her dying day, and Louis...? Well, Louis always returned.
He had taken a particular interest in one girl. He remembered the day he met her in a haze of pale blue, as cold as the hearts of the ones who had thrown her in there. The girl couldn't have been any older than ten, yet there she was. In all of her vulnerability, she was helpless to transform to the cruel hands of fate.
Dementia Chills. He remembered her name with a spray of spontaneous shivers down his spine. He could still see her large, innocent eyes and hear her tiny voice replying to his attempts at conversation. Then, he had wanted to take her away with him. He had been tempted to steal her away and raise her as his own, no matter what her condition be.
But by morning's silken pink light, he had been forced to leave and, no matter his biting curiosity, couldn't bring himself to return. So he had been travelling the world for ten years, and this was his first time returning since that long ago night. It was the longest he had been away since his first days as a bloodsucker, and he found it in the same state in which he had left it.
You can imagine his surprise when, upon sneaking into the office (which he was quite good at when taken into consideration the two women up front who failed to notice his intrusion) he found the girl's information almost immediately. She remained in that same room. Why, he wouldn't have been at all surprised had she never left!
Before he could tell himself that it was a terrible idea, he was pacing down those ancient hallways. It smelled sterile and cold. The white lights buzzed continuously overhead. Then he saw her. A beautiful girl with leather black hair and eyes as round, though not quite as innocent, as they had been ten years ago.
And she looked prepared to fight him.
For the first time since the black hours of morning, to the woman at the baggage area of the airport, he spoke in that soft lilt of his. His voice had no accent, but was quiet and thoughtful.
"I ask that you please don't attack me. I won't hurt you either way, but I've only just awakened. Before I came here, I mean. And I'm still pretty tired."
OOC: WOOOOT SUPER LONG POST.
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=8px]Louis might have flinched at the harshness of her voice. Ah, how such an innocent girl had been worn! Against his better judgement, he stepped forward and showed both of his palms to her, as if to signify that he had no weapons on him; he meant her no harm.
"You don't remember? Ah, it's no surprise. It was so long ago." He shook his head with a melancholy smile. Why did he feel so much for this girl who he had met only once? Was it her long ago innocence that had struck the chords of his heart?
"My name is Louis; I'm only visiting."
