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.