OOC: Mistral, whats Adrianne's hair color? :D

He looked at Adrianne running to check the corridle then slam the door shut. Scanning the apartment, Albert felt a stung. Memories, they seemed to be the light taste tea that do not fill you with strong odor, but a pleasent light bitterness. And they seemed to be the light perfume that scented the air with delightful smell. Like drifting in the ocean, slowly, and quietly, sometimes almost still, but one can feel the powerful and unresistable waves shifting up and and down. Almost resigned, he sighed inwardly.

Albert walked behind the sofa, and crouched down. He put his head on the back of the sofa and leaned close to Adrianne. His hand stroking her hair gentely, and whispered beside her ear "relax, dear, relax..." The music still played. Adrianne stared at the vase, lost in thought. Lowering her head, she sighed softly, as if lamenting how cruelly fate had played her.

He wrapped his index finger in a portion of her long hair and flipped around. How they both loved that! he thought. Watching her peaceful breathing, a dark shadow flashed cross his mind. Embrace her? His hand trembled, he stopped playing with her hair, NO! violently chasing away that dark shadow, he pointedly reminded himself: I am already damned, I will not damn this beauty into eternal stone

"Dear, how have you been?" he silently asked, whispering thoughts into her ear

Can it be that her mind is playing tricks on her? She glances to the left, at the window. Yes, it is certainly closed shut, for she had turned on the central air-conditioning system to a mildly cool temperature. Yet her hair (a dark chocolate shade) seems to be dancing about her ear. In that particular way...

With a shiver, her hands raise to hug herself ~ "This is crazy...I am going crazy... oh, Albert! Why do you torment me so?!" ~ Her anguished voice mingling with the music in the background. Hastily, she gets up, walks across the room and turns off the stereo.

Closing her eyes, she stands by the cupboard, inhaling deeply ~ You lout... you absolute lout... you've made a mess of my life and I've allowed you to do so. ~ Tears begin to roll down her pale cheeks, unchecked.

Startled by her sudden fury, Albert fell back and sat against the wall as he stared at her for a long moment. She is hurt. a sense of guilt creeped against the back of his mind. Watching her sobbing silently, Albert inhaled and breath a long sigh. He remembered once he told her "the most beautiful thing I know is when you smile with tears in your eyes", she cried then he was lost in thought, cried quietly, like a child. then a smile captured his cold lips as he vivdly remembered how he made her smile by drawing a funny laughing face showing three lines of teeth

Closing his eyes, Albert cluntched his fists tightly, his body trembled with a sudden intense remorse "what have I become?!" Holding his forehead, he felt moistures coming from his eyes. Weeping, he took out a kenderchief, and wiped his cheeks. Suddenly he froze in place, and stared in horror as he recognized the dark red blood on the white clean kenderchief. He just weeped blood! He sat on the floor quietly, for a long moment he mumbled a single phrase over and over

"what have I become..."

"No! I will not cry!" ~ Her voice now in a frenzy of agony ~ "You once said I was beautiful no matter whether I smiled or cried! To cry now is an insult to myself! Why am I crying over you when you are not here? And if you were here..." ~ Choking on her sobs, she gasps for breath, unable to continue.

Wearily, she crouches onto the ground, burying her pale face against her knees. Suddenly feeling a gust of air colder than that of the air-conditioned room.

Clarice

<font color="lightgreen">Cursing under his breath, the policeman nearest the couple gestures for the rest to retreat ~ "Alright, alright... just remain calm." ~ His eyes resting on the terrorist unwaveringly ~ "State your demands."</font>

She feels the tension in Arthur relax for a few seconds, before it returns ~ He's not one to take anything for granted. ~ The knot in her heart tightens as she acknowledges the fact that she is probably the only person in the world who can read his mind and character so well ~ Even after all these years...

<font color="white">"Now you're seeing some sense."</font> ~ Arthur's voice reverberates in the air ~ "Firstly, I want this place cleared up by a radius of two hundred feet." ~ He presses the pistol closer to her temple ~ "Then I want a car. Make that a sports car."</font>

"A...Arthur... you're hurting me..." ~ She moans, starting to feel giddy.

<font color="lightgreen">The policeman grabs his walkie-talkie and begins communicating with his colleagues ~ "Alright, he wants us to clear out. Two hundred feet radius. And a sports car." ~ Then turns to Arthur again ~ "We'll do what we can." ~ The crowds, along with the police begin to retreat.</font>

OOC>>> Larry, you're the one who sent the policemen here. Please continue from here, otherwise the other lady is stuck in her current position :(

But you were doing fine!
Oh well...if I must...
<font color="white">
Within minutes, the entire area has been cleared of any and all pedestrians, and the shops round about had been locked, with the shoppers still inside, the doors guarded from within by patrolmen. The helicopter had vanished, and the only visible sign of life was the one police-chief, staring down the attacker and his hostage. In another minute, a Black BMW drives up to the police-chief. The driver slowly gets out of the vehicle, showing the attacker his hands in the air as to not spook him, and walks away, around the side of the nearest building.
The police chief no speaks. "Alright, you goon. there is your car. Enjoy every minute of it, while you still can. The entire area has been cleared and nobody is around to see your ugly face. Now, what are you gonna do? Do you think we can have the girl now? You know that I will not let you get far with her. You have a better chance of dropping her here, and running as fast as you can in the car. Your call.</font>

OOC>>> You see? I would never have thought of that ;)

IC>>> Arthur

"Get in there!" He orders Clarissa, who hurriedly scrambles into the passenger seat. Turning to the police, he shakes his head and smirks ~ "Since it's my call..." ~ And pops into the car, immediately stepping on the accelerator and sending it screeching away, knocking down any obstacles in its way.

<font color="cyan">Inside the car...</font>

Clarissa

"Please stop, Arthur! You're going too fast..."

Her desperate cries are silenced by his hard left palm which smacks her across her right cheek. ~ "Why... why are you doing this?" ~ Sobbing heartwrenchingly now

"Why? Because you left me, Clarissa. And now, I'm never going to let you go." ~ The finality of his voice chills her to the bone ~ "Even though we're not wedded, my dear, let me assure you... we will never be separated. Until death do us part..."

<font color="white"><font color="lightgreen">The police chief gets on his radio...</font>

"Is everything set on our end?...over."

<font color="silver">"Sir, yes sir! We have followed the procedures exactly.
We have everything under control, sir...over."</font>

"That's good Saergent.
We will make a clean sweep of this one.
And no ■■■■-ups like the last time! Got it?"

<font color="silver">"No sir! We will make no mistakes this time, sir!
I am personally overseeing this mission...over and out."</font>


</font>

The BMW continues on its erratic swivelling, terrorising the pedestrians and fellow vehicles alike.

<font color="cyan">Inside the car...</font>

"Stop this! I can't take it anymore!" Clarissa hysterically grabs the steering wheel, sending the car spinning around. "You want us to die? We'll die now!" Summoning her strength, she now pushes against Arthur, colliding against his massive frame.

"Damn you, whore!" He curses, his left fingers now grabbing the locks of her beautiful hair and pulling them, ignoring her agonised screams. With a brutal force, he bangs her face against the dashboard, effectively knocking her unconscious. Blood begins to trickle down the dashboard...

<font color="cyan">Outside the car...</font>

The car is now careening on as if possessed. It is quite clear that the next collision will likely cause some serious destruction...

OOC- hey, 250, my character is going to be something of a cross between vampyre and a fallen angel, or something like that... ^_^;; havent completely decided what exactly is her past. but you can include her as a "pawn" if you wish. ^_^ maybe her father being a vampyre who fell in love with an angel (mom)... i dunno. ideas would be helpful. ^_^
mistral4543, sure you can call me Skye. actually i prefer it. ^_^ much easier than saying Skydracgrrl each time, hehe.
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IC- Wandering through the streets, Skye looked for something to do. *sigh* "I suppose I should be looking for a job... but I have enough money from that inheritance from my parents that I can live comfortably enough for awhile. Wonder who they were?" she mused. "Well, no matter. If the orphanage didn't know anything, then I'm probably not going to find out anyways." While contimplating(sp?) the curious past that she vaguely remembered, a car rushed straight toward her while she wandered across the street. She froze in fear, like a deer looking into headlights (*hint, hint* i think you can guess what car this is.. ^_^ oh, uh, which city are we in? ^.^;; ). As the car's brakes screamed, trying to stop in time, it careened(sp?) into her body, sending her rushing across the street with a sicking crunching noise. "I- I'm flying..." she thought dimly, as she felt blood dripping down her. She landed lightly on her side on the sidewalk, and a man and a woman rushed out of the car, yelling at eachother over whose fault it was. All went black...
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OOC- how's that for a post? i think im a bit rusty, since ironworks has been down for a bit.. ;-( (what did they expect me to do while it was gone? get a social life?! ;-P )

OOC>>> Great post, Skye :D Now... let's see... hrm...

IC>>>
<font color="lightblue">Clarissa

"You've killed her! You monster, you..." ~ She shrieks hysterically, before a powerful slap silences her. She moans, her numb fingers desperately trying to unbuckle her seat belt.</font>

<font color="yellow">Arthur

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" ~ In his rage, the force of his blows intensifies... ~ Oh, God, what have I done?! ~ Finally realising her dishevelled and injurious state, he drops his trembling hands and begins to stammer ~ "I... I'm so sorry...Clarise...are... are you...alright?!" ~ Reaching hesitantly towards her</font>

<font color="lightblue">Clarissa

"Keep your hands off me..." ~ How ironic it is, that her feeble voice keeps him in check ~ "H... help me out first..." ~ Gasps for air ~ "Th... then help woman..." ~ Points wildly in the direction of the unconscious pedestrian.</font>

<font color="yellow">Arthur

Nodding, his mind now becomes robotic, programmed into a series of actions. Presses the button which instantly releases Clarissa from her buckled position, then swings door open and crosses over to open hers. She stumbles out. He sprints towards the wounded girl, all the while cursing softly ~ "Damn you, wench! Why don't you watch where you're going..." ~ Hearing Clarissa's staggering steps towards them.</font>

The two sat in the room, only the air conditioner's motor made the low sleepy sound. Neither moved for a long moment.

"Albert"

"Adrianne"

simutaneously, both breathed each other's names under their breaths. Leaning against the wall, Albert considered what he must do. "Should I confront her?" he thought "should I? seeing how much she is hurting now... wouldn't I hurt her even more?" a bitter smile showed on his face "what can I do for her? nothing, absolutely nothing! what can this useless undead limb possibly offer besides cold and chill?"

"thats right" he thought "nothing, I can do nothing for her." standing up, he was about to leave. The poor girl was bathed in misery. Albert looked at her sympathetically, with a pained headshake he turned for the door. He stopped in place as he realized something. Fearful, he turned very slowly. When he was facing Adrianne, he took a long moment to examine her right hand (whatever finger that wears wedding ring) finger. His Auspex power had hightened his senses to a superhuman state. He stroke his eyes once, then closed them tightly and opened again, as if trying hard to make sure this isn't some kind illusion played by his vision. Then he walked close to Adrianne, directly in front of her, and looked again.

To his ultima surprise, there is no ring! No, not just ring, but there is no any sign of a ring has been wore!

"O-O-Of course, she probally took the ring off long time ago" Albert argued. but he knew very well this is not the case, he would have detected the slightly paler ring-shaped skin no matter how long ago the ring was removed. There is power in love, he knew, and this is especially true to creatures concerned with supernature abilities. The ring would not just leave a physical mark, but (sometimes) a faint magical one as well. And he saw neither!

Shocked by the new discover, Albert couldn't know how to make of it. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, and sat down in front of the crying girl, who is now weary and listless and trembling slightly. The two of them sat in silence once more...

Her tired eyes roam randomly over various items within her line of vision. Too tired to think much... why bother to think? What is there to think anyway? Sniffing, she reaches out with her left hand for the box of tissue on the table, trying to balance herself without having to stand up and walk over.

Having secured a piece, she blows her nose once. Not bothering to mind her face, which is now streaked with dried tears. Why does it hurt so much still? Perhaps because that overwhelming love they shared still dwells in her heart. Unspoilt... no... spoilt once.

She remembers the day when the wedding ring had been washed down the sink by accident.

How she had struggled to retrieve it! Yet it was impossible to trace it. First his disappearance, then the loss of the ring. It was a further sign that she did not deserve Albert. The heavens were punishing her, she had told herself many a time.

"Perhaps if I had retrieved that ring, you would have returned. Is that it, Albert?" She whispers, almost in a daze now. "Do you know how hard I tried to get it? Do you know how I was almost raped by those plumbers I called in to help me find it?"

She falls silent again, shaking her head gently.

Lost, Albert stood in the room quietly. The only sound was Adrianne's sobbing.

"Do I reveal myself?" Albert pondered the question. He felt something within him began to surface, the part that was dead long ago. Or perhaps it wasn't dead comepletely. And this part of him is now trying to ... "trying to do what?" Albert honestly wondered "trying to change me? trying to take control of me? trying to alter my decisions? perhaps all of the above, or maybe neither."

"It is not the time yet" He decided. At this moment, he needs to search for a place to avoid the flames of Sun. "A curse of immortality," Albert felt a strange longing all of a sudden, some part of him longed for that sunshine, the sunrise. Smiling bitterly, Albert walked out of the room...

bump for mistral

OOC- erm, also, are you guys gonna do anything with my unconcious body, or should i just post somethin myself? i dont really wanna make my character wake up someplace that you dont want your characters to be... ^_^;;

OOC>>> Sorry ya'll [img]graemlins/blush.gif[/img] I've been busy with RL and still battling against a fever :(

IC>>>
Adrianne

She blinks now, feeling the futility of tears ~ As if he is able to see them... and if he could, so what? If he had cared enough for me, he would have tried contacting me.

Wearily, she picks herself off the floor and begins to tidy her room in a dreamlike state. Perhaps a holiday would do the very trick... get her mind off her past... yet... ~ I've just been fired.

Grimacing, she walks over to her writing desk and pulls up the top drawer. Grabbing her account book, she flips through the pages to check the balance. Enough for a weekend trip to... where? Decisions, decisions... what it would be not to have to make them.

She purses her lips, trying to think of a delightful retreat.

OOC>>> Skye, I would like you to continue the plot on your character. Arthur and Clarissa will be following you :D

OOC- alrighty then ^_^ sorry its taken me so long.. i had one all typed up, but internet shut down, and i was too annoyed to retype another one. -_-
note- ** means skye's dreaming something, just so ya know
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IC- **that pale hand was reaching for her again, as she fell... she was surrounded by a forest of green, light playing across her face, and a stream was whispering in the background. she lifted up an arm, blood dripping down the elbow. the black feather she held lightly in her hand looked so beautiful, with the blood drops glistening like forbidden jewels on its downy surface...why didn't he catch her..?** Skye sat up with a gasp, then winced, reaching for her head. She had a major headache. The recent occurances(sp?) floated back, and she looked around about her worriedly. Currently, she was sprawled on the back seat of a car, which was traveling rather quickly. The atmosphere had a chilly silence, which was originating from the man and woman sitting in the front seats. The woman glanced back, and noticing Skye awake, the temperature immediately went up many degrees.
"Look Arthur, she's awake!" the woman spoke happily. "I told you not to use my name, what if she recognizes us from somewhere?" the man, by the name of Arthur, spoke somewhat fearfully, but sounded relieved.
"W-who are you? and how did i... end up here? where are we going..?" Skye's head was spinning with questions, and the couple in the front exchanged glances. "I was sort-of wondering that myself..." the woman stated dryly.

At another part of the world...

A pale hand was closed around a glass goblet, containing a crimson liquid; the person seated in a tall, black leather chair. A dark shadow appeared behind the being.
"Sir, the situation from a few years ago has now become active. If I were you, I would deal with the problem quickly, before others hear of it.." spoke the shadowed creature, bowing.
*pause* "Thank you for informing me. Tell me if the situation changes in the slightest," the person in the chair spoke, swirling the liquid in its goblet.
"Yessir." The shadow faded away, and once again the being was alone in the room. It gave a dry sigh, and said "So long ago... I wonder how she is doing, without me or..." it trailed off sadly, and somewhat cautiously. "musn't speak, spies all about," it muttered darkly, shattering the goblet clutched in its grasp. The liquid dripped down to the floor slowly, staining the darkness.

OOC>>> Sorry for not posting much... don't you just love how RL grips you by the neck every other day? :rolleyes:

IC>>>
<font color="yellow">Arthur

His jaw muscles tighten as he hears Clarissa's wry comment, and his fists clench, almost shaking in rage. Somewhere in his mind, a cold voice orders ~ Keep your cool... this could be a potential witness... and any violence you display now could be used against you, if this... chit... would sue you in court. ~ Turning away with a "harrumph!", he fixes his gaze on the ground and draws in a long, slow breath of air.

With an effort, the tensed muscles relax a little and he faces the injured pedestrian once more ~ "You realise of course that you were partly to blame for this accident?" ~ Not waiting for a reply, he continues calmly ~ "I am willing to foot half of your medical expenses. That would be a more than fair amount." ~ Shooting a warning glance at Clarissa to silence her.</font>


<font color="lightblue">Clarissa

The memory of his latest brutal assault still fresh in her memory, she stiffens and the colour drains from her face as she catches the veiled threat ~ I'm a dead woman, whatever I do... ~ Fingers toy with the clasp of her handbag nervously, as the ominous voice speaks silently within ~ I should never have dumped him... I am paying the price of treachery... ~ A wave of nausea hits her, and she begins to sway on her feet.</font>


<font color="yellow">Arthur

Seeing his chance, he grips Clarissa by the arm ~ "Whoa... steady now, Denise." ~ Tosses a glance at Skye ~ "If you'll let me have your contact address, I'll be in touch with you. My... friend here, obviously needs some help or rest, at least."

Reaching into his pocket for a scrap of paper while supporting Clarissa with the other hand, he hands it over to Skye, then produces a pen for her to scribble on it.</font>

Skye was a little suspicious. She's usually very trustworthy of people, but most people tend to get cautious after they've been hit by a car. Skye was no exception. And the woman seemed to be very nervous and upset about something. Patting herself, Skye answered in surprise "Actually, I don't seem to be hurt very much at all, except for a small bruise or cut here and there, and this pounding headache. Giving a small smile to the man, she added "So don't bother worrying about doctor expenses. I wouldn't have been able to afford them anyways." While the car was stopped at a red light, she opened the door and stepped out. "Sorry if I gave either of you a scare. I'll try to be more careful where I step," Skye said, slightly embarrassed. Closing the door tightly, she walked around the stopped traffic and wove her way throught the crowd on the sidewalk, trying to put as much space between herself and the vehicle. 'That was really wierd..' she thought to herself musingly, as she tried not to bump into anyone.
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OOC- sorry bout that, somehow the computer sent my reply when I had barely started.. ^_^;;
btw, is Albert able to sense other vampyre's powers, or sudden bursts of unnatural powers? if he can, would he have sensed Skye's small flare of her hidden "power" when she was hit by the car? (would be good to mention it in the next post, if that's the case. ^.~)

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OOC: Skye, I think you got the same problem as me the first time... I got confused between Albert and Arthur, as 250 will attest :D

IC:
<font color="skyblue">Clarissa

As the car halts, her frantic hands press the seatbelt button and open the car door in one swift movement. Heart pounding at the sound of Arthur's furious growl, she tears after Skye, screaming ~ "Wait for me!"</font>


<font color="yellow">Arthur

Blast! ~ He slams the car-horn in frustration, ignoring the irate fist movements of the driver in front ~ "I've lost her, all because of that pest!" ~ It is impossible to start chasing the two girls, not after that conspicuous accident earlier.

Gritting his teeth, he drives on, eyes flashing in deadly anger.</font>

OOC- i havent been on since forever! ;-( im such a bad person.. trying to have a life away from the internet... ^.~
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IC- Hearing someone's footsteps behind her, Skye turned around quickly, to see the woman running after her. Raising an eyebrow in curiousity, Skye waited for the woman to catch up to her on the sidewalk. Noticing the chagrine(sp?) on the man's face, she nearly laughed out loud.

OOC>>> Hmm, seems that this little experiment has not worked too well... likely that everyone else prefers fantasy to real life ;)
That being the case, I think we should <font color=white>close this thread</font>. It was fun while it lasted, though [img]smile.gif[/img]

OOC- NOOOOOOOOOO! i think people are just being lazy and havent been on the internet in a loong, loong time *cough, cough, me, cough cough* ^.^;; this is a really kewl thread! let the people participating in it continue to do so. ^_^

I've been enjoying the stiry, kinda afraid to post on it. Plus as you have said R/L is very pulling.

OOC>>> Well, I'm guilty of it as well [img]tongue.gif[/img] Okay, I guess we can keep the story going but it'll be slow cos I am bogged down by RL stuff and in any case want to develop a good plot.

250 will probably not return to IW, so we're free to throw in any plot twists.

And all who are interested, please post ahead!! :D

Are we still able to post from the restauraunt ? Or should it be from somewhere else now ?