IRENE ADLER
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Post by IRENE ADLER on Apr 9, 2010 9:40:52 GMT -5
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quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/W/WA/WAF/waffleLOVESlinkinpark/1178428840_ballgown14.jpg Find me in the foyer.Irene laughed giggling at the nature of the man as she noticed after a while of faustus cursing at her, that he had left as she searched around with her eyes for the misterious fellow who had helped her out, who was that man and why did that nature wich was devilish , and fun seem so familiar to her . That sort of acting had not been really witnessed by her for a while now and she was really beggining to wonder when she would see it, she loved that sortn of mischief nature that every man and woman had at one point in their lives. The only trouble was that the nature of being mischievious and mysterious did not really look good in society that was why she was not so accepted. But she also defied the nature of being accepted , she never minded when other girls would just ignore her or pick at her, she did not mind if the boys stared at her blinking wondering why she was so blunt with them, it was just her nature and nobody could change that. The only man who did was not even in the room, he had made her a little bit more soft, gentle, fragile to say the least, and she was glad of it because thanks to him she had a heart , a heart who cared and loved but the man who she loved was to afraid for that. She could still even remember that kiss back in the alley way after they had been bickering and also yelling at one another, it was so sudden, and so forceful something she had not seen in his nature . They had both changed a lot she realiced back then and now she was thinking of him wondering where he was , what was he doing. gulping a little she rubbed her cheeks feeling their warmth as she was flushed, and needed some refreshments to quench her thirst and also her hotness that she felt tingling all over her body. This was never a good sign in her terms, it meant she was a little bit weaker now, and also she had to stay on her toes for Archibald that man could not see her like this not at all. Noticing the man with the red suit the one who had hit faustus a little distance away from her , she smiled and started to casually walk over towards him as she would thank him for saving her back there.
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Post by sasha on Apr 9, 2010 13:46:56 GMT -5
In the periods following both of her heartbreaks, Elissa found an increasing comfort in alcohol. It's not as though she would drink so much that her head would spin, but rather that she would experience the sensation of that rapturous buzz. At home, she'd usually drink wine or vodka, but she favoured mixed drinks like martinis when she went out to the bars alone. This had made her a pretty good judge of martinis, and the one she was currently drinking alone in the corner was one of the better she'd had. Even though the bartender irked her, she had to admit that he was good at what he did. Maybe she'd go back and get another. Just then, Faustus found his way to her new spot with apologies in tow. Had she not had a number of "issues" herself, she would have agreed with the man in a heartbeat when he mentioned the little scene across the room. As flawed as the woman in the red dress may have been (from what Di could observe in those short seconds), she herself had no right to pass judgment considering her ordeal. She was grateful when he seemed to change the subject. For a short time, anyway... "I really just wanna get to know you, Elissa."That set a few alarms off in her head. Why would he want to get to know her? Her money? Because he pitied her? What was it? Then, there was the thought that he was trying to seduce her. Her sense of trust wasn't at its strongest as of late, so that thought didn't seem irrational at all. At least, not to her. She wanted to get out, but that would mean that she had to talk to even more people. All she had to do was stay calm. "Oh, do you?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. "Well, I don't know anyone here, as far as I can tell. I don't really go to these things. I've had some...personal affairs come up." Against her volition, she felt a blush creep up upon her well-defined cheekbones. She hoped the mask covered it. "You?" |
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Post by romeo on Apr 9, 2010 22:00:57 GMT -5
So much was happening around Romeo and people were EVERYWHERE, as Romeo glanced to see who had taken hold of his arm he noticed a thin and bony figure as he gazed up in curiosity he came face to face with piercing eyes it was one of his servants who had given him a look of death and utter disappointment...
"young master tis quite, unbecoming of a Montague...to frolic at fish as his date waits in the foyer!....not to mention that crazy beg of flesh you call a friend is tripping in the ball room....with some poor soul I suppose"
"What Mercutio has arrived?" Romeo laughed as he heard his butler speak, racing to the ball room Romeo signaled Nina and says "your mystery man awaits in the ball room give me a sec ill go retrieve him" with a sharp smile....Romeo sprints to the ball room and notices a gold Roman get up in a flash
"Buhahahahhahaha....Mercutio my friend you never fail to amaze my friend....quick you must meet Nina I swear she is just your type!....ok maybe a tad rough on the edges but I assure you she's a gem" lightly slapping Mercutio "Come on game face....focus....shes but a few steps away" clasping Mercutio for a few steps Romeo leads him through the crowd..I mean he was high!..... to the beautiful masked figure in the foyer"This Nina is my dear friend Mercutio a rare find indeed!...winking Romeo leaves Nina in great company
"have fun you two...remember I may not be watching...but God is" he says playfully
(Note: Mercutio approved of this godmod - it's all part of the plan.)
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Post by hamlet on Apr 10, 2010 1:08:03 GMT -5
Harry gave a lopsided grin at Dolittle and his parrot. The man mentioned an expedition and Harry nodded again, pretending to be interested but really focused on Ophelia, smiling at her assessment of insects. "Well insects seem to be an enemy to many." He turned to the doctor and said, "Well, Dolittle. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance." He noticed he didn't take a drink. "Picky with your wine, Mr. Dolittle?" he asked charmingly. His attention was once again captured by Ophelia when she grabbed her own drink. His gaze was locked on her as she hinted towards Harry "seducing" her. Harry couldn't help but give a broad smile at her, now seeing her face fully now. "Perhaps, perhaps." He took a swallow of his drink, then leaned towards her and whispered mischievously in her ear, "Would you object if that were the case?" He looked at her to gage her reaction with a grin, then addressed Dolittle again. "Well, again, it's been a pleasure, and good luck on your expedition. If you will excuse us." He took Ophelia's hand and looked at her, silently asking for her permission to lead her away, nodding over to the entrance for a moment of fresh air, away from all of the people in the foyer, at least for a moment. (OOC--I want to head YOUR way Henry, so don't move  I'm coming to you lol) |
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Post by apolloashtonjones on Apr 10, 2010 3:16:06 GMT -5
Costume Find me in the ballroom.Apollo looked up at the house in awe. He wondered how he'd managed to get an invitation to such a fancy party, but he was here anyway. Apollo walked inside of the foyer, letting his eyes take in the sites of the place. There were such things to be seen; the decorations were absolutely immaculate. Apollo let his feet do the guiding. He'd certainly never been here before. He roamed in and out of the different views, his eyes soaking up all the beauty of the magnificent setting. Apollo made his way to what he assumed to be a ballroom. Finding quite a few people in there, he walked inside and began to roam around. He probably looked foolish, some young kid in this place. He himself still wasn't sure how he got here, he wasn't rich at all. Maybe someone had heard of him musical/acting abilities. Still unsure of what to do, he simply walked the ballroom. The sights of this room were equally beautiful; the chandelier was utterly stunning. Apollo continued in his exploration of the ballroom, hoping he might be able to meet a few people, at least.
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Post by erin on Apr 10, 2010 19:55:13 GMT -5
A blush came to her cheeks as Harry asked if she would object to him trying to seduce her. With a promiscuous grin she shrugged. "I guess you'll never know." And she ended with a wink. Her attention then turned to Mr. Doolittle as the cogs were turning in her head. She could barely focus on the words that he spoke as her mind was elsewhere thinking about what she may have started. Certainly she knew she wouldn't object but it would be so improper of her to actually admit to such a thing. Then again, this was Harry Chandler, one of, if not the most, eligible bachelors in New York City. But, she tried to seem like she was giving her undivided attention to Mr. Doolittle. Ophelia smiled while tuning in to Doolittle. He was quite an interesting character, that was for sure. As Harry asked to excuse them, she did a small curtsy while turning to Harry as he signaled for them to go elsewhere. Almost instantly she nodded. It was so congested in the foyer, getting out did seem like a nice idea. And any small amount of alone time she could get with Harry, she would take it without a second thought. She did however have to admit she was enjoying the party. The atmosphere was just so jubilant and everyone seemed to be in a great mood. No doubt the Capulet family may very well be given a lot of praise for having such a wonderful gathering. Surely all of New York City was here just about. It seemed so outrageous that so many people actually turned out. Ophelia was glad that she did come after all. At first she was hesitant but with the thought that Harry would be there and he would get a chance to see her more dressed up, well it quite frankly made her feel as though she had an opportunity. An opportunity to maybe show him she could be classy and sophisticated as well. The perfect wife to a business man. That caused Ophelia to chuckle to herself as she let Harry lead her to the fresh air. |
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Post by hamlet on Apr 10, 2010 21:06:57 GMT -5
Harry's smile lingered at her teasing comment as he lead her strategically through the crowd, and to the exit. He never felt like this for any woman before. His past relations with women were fleeting, ineffectual. But what was it about Ophelia? Just her name alone made him feel light. Weightless in the midst of so much inner turmoil. He knew he loved her. Maybe he was really mad to fall so fast. He went down the steps before Ophelia and gentlemanly offered his hand again so she could easily walk down the steps with her dress. All the while, he looked on lovingly at her and asked, "So what do you think so far, Ophelia? Enjoying yourself? I thought we should get a bit of air before making our way to the ballroom." He smiled. "Most people are excited about the dancing." He usually wasn't crazy about these social events and he wasn't sure how Ophelia felt about events like this since he was so used to them. But suddenly the prospect of dancing with Ophelia, of being close to her, made him a bit more welcoming to the usual social tropes. He was distracted however, by someone sitting on the steps next to him. "Excuse us," he said dryly to him, a hint for him to move. He had no idea why someone would decide to just sit on the steps when people are coming in and out. "Too crowded in there for you too?" he asked, a question not really meant for him to answer as he turned his attention back to Ophelia. |
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 10, 2010 21:47:51 GMT -5
"Personal affairs?" Faustus raised an eyebrow. "What, someone did you wrong? Show him to me, I'll handle him for you." He winked and smiled jokingly. He looked at her slim body and full lips and just wanted to do naughty things to her. He thought there was a pool somewhere on the property. Maybe there was a hot tub too. Mmm, slow down James, lets take it one thing at a time. She asked if him the same question and Faustus smiled, licked his lips before he took a swallow of wine. "Well I've had my fair share of these kind of events if I do say so myself. I get a lot of recognition for what I do, since no one in my field has achieved what I've achieved, so yeah...I find my way into these VIP parties once and a while." He smiled. "So, I'm curious, if you don't come to these things often, why are you at this one?" |
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Post by erin on Apr 11, 2010 13:41:46 GMT -5
When they finally reached outside in the lawn, Harry had asked her how she had felt about the evening so far. She smiled at him then replied, "So far its turning out to be a lot better than I had thought. I've never to something so elegant before in my life. This is just...wow." Ophelia took a deep breathe of fresh air and smiled. The smell of fresh English roses and sweet broom was evident. How she loved the floral scents. They made her at ease and took away some of the nervousness she felt being around Harry. Her eyes widened slightly as he mentioned dancing. "Are you sure you want to dance with me? I've never, well hardly, danced formally." Ophelia began to feel the butterflies rampage in her stomach. That would certainly be something; the two dancing and then it ends in a catastrophe. Ophelia then noticed the man perched at the steps as Harry turned to hint him away. Surely some sort of trouble may possibly ensue. Hopefully the paparazzi were far away. that would be the last thing needed. Ophelia could see the headlines in mind rolling like a record. She tried to push them away as her attention went back to Henry. |
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Post by ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER on Apr 12, 2010 19:13:14 GMT -5
:Costume:Dress | MaskShe remains masked. Find me in the foyer // Find me in the pool area.
Éponine was completely out of her league, and she knew it. That was why she was trying so hard not to betray her roots. She just wanted to have a little fun for one night. Was that so wrong? She really hoped not. It was just a stroke of extremely unusual luck that she was even here in the first place. She didn't let that leave her mind. If she did, she might actually begin to get comfortable here, and that would potentially be very dangerous for Éponine. If she became comfortable, she would return to her every day life weaker, feeling like she was missing out. She could not get wishful and begin to believe that she should have more! Realistically, she knew that she did deserve more than she had and that she could get it, but only through hard work and grit. It was impossible for it to just be granted to her, no matter what happened tonight. She needed to keep that in perspective.
For heaven's sake, she was fraternizing with a count! That never would have happened in Éponine's real life. Never, unless perhaps she'd had the misfortune of unwisely picking his pocket. Usually Éponine chose middle-class folks or bubble-headed heiresses to steal from, because they were usually complacent or stupid. Still, Éponine didn't like doing it, and she would only take the cash. If it was at all possible, she would later return the rest of the contents of the wallet, like a driver's license and credit cards. Credit cards were no use to her anyway. Were she to use them, she'd be caught pretty quickly. She did not want to risk incarceration. It had been the death of her mother and the end of freedom for her father. No, Éponine was smarter than to try and steal credit cards. Sometimes she would try to return them since she had no use for them, but she wasn't a saint. If someone - a criminal who was handy with identity theft - was asking a good price for a card, Éponine might sell it to them. Yeah, she was desperate, but it was her only way of living.
Éponine tried to act as natural as possible when she responded to the count. "Le plaisir est le mien," she said politely. She considered following his gesture toward the dining room. She could smell the food from here, and it smelled so good that if she got too close she might pass out. Still, the temptation was extremely strong, and she moved just slightly to follow him - Romeo wasn't around, anyway - before she was stopped by a familiar voice nearby. She turned to see Romeo approaching once more, this time with another young man in arm. He must have just gone to fetch him. The friend of Romeo's was brown haired with a blissful smile on his face. Éponine briefly turned back to the count. "C'était la magnifique réunion que vous, monsieur, mais ma date avez rendue. Peut-être nous nous rencontrerons de nouveau plus tard ce soir. Excusez-moi s'il vous plaît." It was wonderful meeting you, sir, but my date has returned. Perhaps we will meet again later tonight. Please excuse me. She nodded and turned away to Romeo and his friend.
This, Nina, is my dear friend Mercutio, a rare find indeed! Have fun, you two! Remember, I may not be watching, but God is!"
Éponine nearly choked as she watched Romeo's retreating back. He was going to leave her here with a person she didn't know? Well, he'd already done that, hadn't he? Who did he think she was, a socialite? She had hardly looked like one when they'd met the night before. Romeo's servants had given her three baths in order to get all the dirt off of her. She'd overheard the younger maids speculating about where Romeo had picked her up. The gutter had been the consensus, and they hadn't been wrong. Éponine had no social graces, either. It had been a miracle that she'd been able to speak without offending the count just now. Behind her mask, she eyed the friend she'd been left with distastefully. Her mood was sullied, so she reverted back to English when she introduced herself.
"'Sa pleasure ta meet ya," she said, forgetting to curtsy. Her accent even made her cringe. Everyone here spoke so nicely, and she sounded like she was trying to speak around a mouthful of marbles comparatively. Still, it seemed like this fellow was in another world, so maybe he wouldn't notice. She was a bit offended at Romeo's words. Have fun? What was that supposed to mean? If he thought that she was going to go off and make a little mischief with his buddy, he was mistaken. She had told him last night that she wasn't that kind of girl. Éponine was beginning to feel flushed and anxious. She looked around. Maybe she could escape. Maybe she could even manage to sneak into the kitchen, steal some food, and make her grand getaway. "Ah, now, if ya will excuse me, I zink I need a little fresh air. It was ... ah ... nice ta meet ya." She touched part of her mask, which was shaped like the brim of a hat, and nodded in his direction. She slipped past him and tried to find the door.
She must have gotten turned around in all the people. When she finally found a set of doors, she pushed through them and cursed under her breath when she realized that she was in the backyard. She looked around and tried to find a way around the house or, alternatively, back inside to another room. She walked around the pool, feeling in equal parts calmer and more on edge. Was she really alone? She did like being alone. But she was in a place that she was unfamiliar with, which made her feel uneasy. She heard something behind her and turned around, bending over to reach for her knife. She dress gaped open slightly in the front. She returned to a standing position, her knife gripped in her hand. "Oo's zere?" she demanded, seeing a silhouette standing a few yards away from her on the patio. She was really not in the mood for this.
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Post by sasha on Apr 12, 2010 19:41:37 GMT -5
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary. Not necessary at all. Really not necessary," Elissa stammered awkwardly in response to Faustus's remark. "Don't...worry about it," she mumbled sadly, her gaze flickering to the floor. At this point, she could feel the tears prick her eyes, and she was thankful that there was a mask on her face to cover them. Maybe it was too early for her to be amongst her peers, after all. She could always call George and ask to be picked up, but it would be beyond rude to leave this early. She didn't want anything else hurting her already bruised reputation. If she was going to move beyond all of this (not likely), she had to start somewhere. So, she could pretend to to enjoy this conversation with Faustus while also pretending to be "normal." Yeah, I'll do that, she thought, taking another sip of her drink before looking back up at the doctor. "And what is your field?" she queried in response to his somewhat ambiguous statement. "Law? Medicine? Pimping?" That last one was a poor attempt at a joke, but it probably was the funniest thing she'd said in a long time. "Yeah..." she trailed off uncomfortably, "I'm here to attempt a restoration of my reputation here in the upper crust. Do you think it's working?" |
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Post by philosopher on Apr 13, 2010 15:50:06 GMT -5
Costume; I am .. masked.
Find me in the foyer. Throwing himself back in a lazy, lounging way against a wall, Holmes set down the sceptre - and the delicious moment it had with it, against a table leg. He felt a bit too chuffed with himself, wearing a hidden smile as he tossed his waving grizzle hair loose over his shoulders, as he had left it. It sparked a whole need to arrange himself properly, patting and plucking at the folds of his delicate, Valenciennes showered costume. Yet when he looked from his footling, into the the glow of the evening sun from his secluded little place, his hands dropped. The lovely - the abashed - Irene was headed at him. Some mad exhilaration exploded within him, whether it was driven by fear, hatred or the desire he had half-pursued in their last encounter he wasn't sure of. Straight on with a speed and grandiloquence too much like him, he locked his masked face on her treadpath until she had officially approached him. The wild vanity of venturing and defying took Holmes in embrace, just how could he resist getting to know her through the face of another? The first ecstasies of pure license, the long down-hill plunge, and the bigness of his soul's experiences which made even anguish seem finer than the untame propriety. 'Madame,' Holmes said, with a vague hint of put-on French brogue in his voice. He lifted his wine glass to her. 'Can I help you?' |
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Post by IRENE ADLER on Apr 13, 2010 16:16:46 GMT -5
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quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/W/WA/WAF/waffleLOVESlinkinpark/1178428840_ballgown14.jpg Find me in the foyer.Irene blushes upon hearing the gentelmen speak of her in such a proper manner as she could only smile the simplest of smiles, and lean herself against the wall, and saw him raise his glass at her. The hint of a french accent behind the mask made her heart skip a few beats, she loved a man who was proper and also had a way with language and he seemed the type to have one. But there was also the reason of why would he help her, I mean she loved a gentelman who would save a lady just to protect her, and also she and faustus had really not been on eachothers good ends lately since their last encounter, she still had the bruises to prove it. Also she was curious to know who was the man behind the mask, it could have been anybody that she knew or maybe it was just a stranger plain and simple that she could talk to . So long as Archibald did not notice who she was with which was for certain that he would not than all would end well, she would have a splendid evening, and she would not get in trouble. For now all she could do was just stop pretending and be who she really was, just be Irene at least for one man, even though she had barely met him she could just be Irene. " Its nice to meet you too sir, might I ask how you got invited here, and what be your name " she told in her sweet voice and started to twiddle her fingers in waiting as she was suddenly nervouse but why was she having this reaction at all she was curious to know.
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 15, 2010 1:06:03 GMT -5
Faustus watched as she stammered through her sentences, looking incredibly sad. Honestly, this chick needed to lighten up and live a little. And if he was gonna get his hands on the cash that the Capulet's were sitting on, he needed to get moving. This party needed to be a distraction, a distraction so he could take care of all of Juliet's possible suiters. And of course, Faustus had just the thing for it. Besides, this wasn't a party anyway. Everyone was uptight, time to liven it up just a bit. Especially this girl. He needed to test this drug anyway, what a better way to do it? Maybe he could get her alone too. He leaned against the wall and said, "Doctor. You probably seen me in the papers here and there. Doin' some miracle surgery, comin up with cures no one even dreamed about, bein' the best in the field. Look up the name--James Faustus--I'm sure you'll find a good handful of information." He smiled and laughed a bit at her pimpin comment. He then leaned closer to her to say in her ear, "Oh I'm always pimpin', that's just somethin' I do naturally," he joked, as he slipped a powder in her drink, a small amount, extremely discreet. He then told her, as an answer to her question, "I think you doin' good, girl. Hey, you certainly caught my attention," He winked with a grin, anxiously waiting for her to take a sip. |
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Post by queenmab on Apr 15, 2010 21:05:05 GMT -5
Faces, sights, sounds...they relapsed in and out of coherency. It was a shimmy jungle of color and laughter, of glitter and lips, satin titties and stilettos. A strange paradise that engulfed him, that made him feel warm and comfortable. He jiggied and danced inbetween the hard bodies pumping to the music on the dancefloor, his eager hand making contact and smacking a few round bottoms. A particularily rambuctious young man eyed him and snatched him by the robe, pulling him forward to dance. Mercutio obliged, giggling childishly in his dizzying stupor, as their chests collided. "Mmmm" Mercutio gave a primal groan as he felt the stranger's hands caressing his lower back. Oh, what a glorious night. This is what he had been itching to do all week - so sick of the day to day events he had grown accustomed, and inevitably numb to. He'd definitely had time for a little of the in out with some of the pretty chaps and lassies present, especially this looker with the arms locked around him. When Mercutio heard a familiar voice cut into his bliss, it took a good minute for him to properly identify who the speaker actually was. Upon realizing that Romeo was really excited about something and wanted him to be a part of it, the gregarious fellow gave a lopsided smirk and pulled himself off the stranger. "GAME? You want to play games, oh Romeo dearest?!" Mercutio cried, his arms outstretched to his buddy. He yanked the younger boy closer to him. "You should know that Roman emperors looove to play games. Especialy when it involves sexual favours, good booze, and pretty pretty slaves..." Mercutio quickly patted Romeo's bottom and drew away quickly before he could react. He then exploded into a fit of laughter, his hands clapping together in enthusiasm as he hunched over his knees. But before he could do anything else, Romeo had caught his elbow and was dragging him off the dancefloor. He nearly tripped over his long, flowing Roman cape as he stumbled through the sea of people. "Oh, this better be good! I was rather enjoying myself over there!" he cried, brandishing an angry fist in his best friend's face. The snobby rich people who stood off to the sides, refusing to dare humiliate themselves by dancing, sneered and turned up their noses when they noticed the Montague and his current carry-on. How disgusting, how awful. What was wrong with today's youth? Couldn't these young bachelors act civilized?Mercutio tipped his nonexistant hat to them and gurgled a little, which nauseated them even further. He didn't bother to wipe the trail of drool on his chin. Then, he saw her. Well, not quite. Her true face was hidden by a large harlequinesque mask, the brim of the hat concealing her hair as well. But through Mercutio's eyes, he saw something strangely mystifying and eerie. Shivers ascended through his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight. "W-who is this creature?" he murmured in Romeo's ear, careful not to speak too loudly, for fear of angering the creature and having it sink its teeth into his stomach. Then the claws would come, and it'd turn into a real horror show. But in anxiety, Mercutio noticed that his dear friend had suddenly vanished. Poof, gone, just like that. Or had the creature whisked him away and eaten him? "Oh! It speaks!" Mercutio exclaimed, his bright blue eyes widenning to the size of tea cup saucers as he stared at her in utter bewilderment. His lip quivered. Lord, this was magnificant! Then, the mysterious she-beast crept away, vanishing gracefully from the foyer. Why did this keep happening?! "Don't leave! Please, I was overwhelmed by your presence!" Mercutio cried out in agony. He tore at his soft brown waves of hair as his eyes darted across the room, searching desperately to discover her again. But suddenly he caught a black and white blur, headed towards the direction of the backyard. Mercutio gave a toothy grin and scrambled after her, tripping once again over the golden trail of his glorious but ridiculous costume. As he stumbled outside, he gripped the cape above his ankles to prevent any risk of hazard or injury. "Ah, there you are!" And there she was, facing him. She was the only one by the pool. There'd be no chance of losing her now. "Tell me - are you an angel?" Mercutio asked as he sauntered closer to her, that silly grin still on his handsome face. |
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