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Post by Frodo on Feb 15, 2005 19:06:41 GMT -5
I stared.
So this was it? What I'd been waiting all summer for? "Huh" I said, nodding my head at the page-boy. He nodded back, and left my bags at the door. I flicked my cigarette irratibly as he bustled off. I was so tired, and let myself sink into a chair. A wooden chair. The Castle was drafty, the furniture a bit of the crude side. But who cares? I thought, snorting a smoke-ring. It's a place to meself.
Six months back, my mother died of cancer, and my father, who was already having major issues with depression, commited suicide one morning. I was sent to a Childrens home, until I finished High School; they couldn't find any family relations. Except for one. My Welsh Uncle.
He was strange, I knew from the whispered family gossip over the telephone. To tell you the truth, I wasn't too enthusiastic about it. And from the agruments from the Bureau, he wasn't either. He had no children, and had no wish for them. Uncle Gwyddain lived alone, in a fortress, with only a handful of servants. Yeah, he was rich. But he spent his money in strange, secret ways.
So here I was. I expected the rooms to be lavishly decorated (Uncle was Noble of sorts, for cryin' out loud) but they were drab. Clean, but drab. Plain, grey walls, wooden floors, a queen bed. C'mon! With a Canopy, at least! He hadn't even greeted me. Hadn't even recognized the fact that his darling neice had arrived, and was already dying of boredom.
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Post by Gandalf on Feb 16, 2005 9:00:40 GMT -5
no me gusta this new board.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 16, 2005 9:41:02 GMT -5
A new girl had arrived at the castle. He had told me about her. Her parents were dead and she had just finished high school. He was out for the morning, leaving her to explore the castle. Apparently, from my vantage point on the nearby mountain, I could see through her bedroom window, she hadn't moved from the chair near her bed. I glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention or near her area. I grubled, he had asked me to show myself to her. Teach her about the code. Bring her into it. Or at least test her for it, see if she was capable. I flicked my tail. I didn't want to leave the cliff, I was enjoying the morning sun soaking up on my scales. "I better get it over with," I grumbled and flicked my wings. I soared down towards the window, a glimmer of gold in the sky. I folded in my wings and shot through the window, landing heavily on the bed. She turned and looked at me. I regarded her with scorn. She was just a typical human, holding a cigar in her hand. Filthy things. I croaked and it disappeared. She looked incredibly shocked and her mouth dropped open. "What are you staring at. It's not polite to stare. Haven't you ever seen a dragon before?"
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Post by Frodo on Feb 16, 2005 17:20:15 GMT -5
(OOC: It's perfect Andrea! Similiar to what I was going to add, but even better. please rach? It could get interesting fast. I just wanted to see what a roleplay would be like in modern times)
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Post by Frodo on Feb 16, 2005 17:39:40 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm giving up on color. Besides, I didn't really care for the pink, anyway)
I admit. I kinda lost myself, daydreaming about what my Uncle might look like. I didn't even know his age. Was he old, and wrinkly? Or, young? I had no way of knowing until he appeared. Or I appeared before him. I had a vague idea that I may perhaps be summoned. Which gave me a chance to show them that I really was quite mature and able to do whatever. I didn't look it, and I knew it. I was small boned; short, but thin. I had chin-length black hair, and maroon eyes. Yeah, yeah. I always pass them as brown, but I've always known, as did my parents, that there was a hint of red. Something in the genetics, I guess.
But I snapped out of my musings rather abruptly. A split-second reaction: A shadow at my window, and then the explosion of glass. I tried to scream, but I had choked up. A scaly golden creature was perched on my bed, looking surreal in the setting sun's rays. It opened its mouth , emitting a sharp chirp, and my cigarette vanished into thin air. My mouth dropped open.
"What are you staring at?" it said, the strongly muscled jaws clicking softly as the words shaped " It's not polite to stare. Haven't you ever seen a dragon before?" What a question! But I quickly regained my composure. "Look, is this some kind of joke?" I searched the ceiling - breifly, for I could feel the eyes boring into me - for any sign of wires or something. Nothing. "Don't play with me," I growled. But it only growled back.
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Post by Gimli on Feb 16, 2005 17:49:00 GMT -5
I had lived in this palace all my life, after all my father was his bookeeper and librarian no one really knew him at all, just that he was strange. But yes I was going about my duties one day in the library and I overheard him talking on the telephone, something about a neice coming to live with them, I wasn't exactly sure, I just do the books, allright? I'm not supposed to know everything!
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 21, 2005 16:31:47 GMT -5
She growled at me. I growled back. She regarded me. She didn't fear me. Good, that was good, but she would soon learn. Yes, she would soon learn. "What's your name?" I growled and arranged myself into one of my most regal poses. "Come! Tell me, and then I shall tell you my name. That is, if you are fit to say my name. We shall see."
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 21, 2005 16:34:40 GMT -5
OOC) *Bows* I'm glad that you're pleased! Although, that you thought of the same thing is a tad bit disturbing, our minds are very similar, scary...
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Post by Frodo on Feb 21, 2005 16:51:45 GMT -5
(OOC: "Already, our minds are becoming as one . . hee hee!" to quote Puss N' Boots)
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Post by Frodo on Feb 21, 2005 17:01:22 GMT -5
The snout was raised in a snarl. "What's your name?" the dragon said. He (She?) (It?) threw back the gilded shoulders, and regarded me with a look of superiority, one that I didn't like."Come! Tell me, and then I shall tell you my name. That is, if you are fit to say my name. We shall see." "Yeah whatever," I said, matching his snarl. "What did you do with my cigarette? I wasn't finished with it you know!" I glared at the creature. Somewhere, I wondered if I was dreaming or insane or something.
Or is my Uncle had planned this.
The dragon's tail curled about his talons, nails that were digging into the wood. I would have yelled, but frankly, I didn't care. The furniture was old and musty. Maybe I could get a new bed frame. "The name's Kiri,"I said, jamming my hands into the front pockets of my orange hoodie. "Now you must give me yours."#nosmileys
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 21, 2005 17:58:16 GMT -5
"Kiri, hmmmm, Kiri. That's not your full name. Kiri is it? Interesting. Well, if you truely want to know what I did with your, what was that disgusting thing called again? Ah yes, a cigarette. Well, you won't find it again. And if you attempt to light another while I'm around you'll lose it to. Kiri, is that all you will give me? Is that all? Is that all? What is your true, or rather full name? You don't know your true name yet, or do you?" A look of consternation came to her face and she sputtered. "You, you, you!" "Me, me, me what? You are not insane, neither are you dreaming. Yes, your Uncle planned this. Now answer me. i have already given you my name, twice. Now your testing has begun. Answer me!" I bristled.
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Post by Gimli on Feb 22, 2005 10:33:23 GMT -5
I walked down the enormous hallway looking for the right door, the door to Kiri's bedroom, her uncle wanted me to say hello to her and show her around the castle, I had protested naturually and said that she would be frightened by my appearance but he wouldn't listin, well if he had an angry, frightened, rebelious teenage girl on his hands, serves him right! I will go show myself to her and be amused by the outcome.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 22, 2005 18:38:09 GMT -5
I sick of it. He had read my mind! As if! I could feel myself beginning to shake. The jet lag hadn't worn off yet. I was planning to sleep, but then, this, this lizard turned up, in my bedroom. I sunk into a chair.
(to be continued. The Power's about to be shut-off)
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Post by goldberry on Feb 23, 2005 7:59:20 GMT -5
I walked back towards my house. It really wasn't much of a house. A room, a ceiling, a dirty concrete floor. That was it. Aside from a bed and a rickety old tub under a facet that served as my sink and shower. At least it was running water. There was a new person up at the castle. I wonder what got the old guy to take her on. I knew it was a her, because the entire town was talking about her. Kiwi or something like that. Strange name for a strange person, if genetics went for anything. Something flashed in the sky. Shading my eyes, I looked almost directly into the sun. There it was again. Maybe it was a dragon. I snorted at the thought. They were from old tales, and probably never existed to begin with. When I was younger, I had believed they were real though. I thought every color I didn't have a name for was the flash of a scale or a talon. I wondered what I would do when dad came back home. He was disgusting. A drunkard and addicted to about every other drug on the planet as well. I had thrown him out last time. I still had the rifle my mother had purhcased before she died. I swore up and down to him that the next time, and there always was a next time, I would shoot him. I wouldn't miss either.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness. No, I am not supposed to talk to you guys directly, but I am allowed on r-play. must catch bus. By the way- my chracter is male. Name of Jaid.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 23, 2005 17:20:50 GMT -5
It was close to dusk by the time I got to my home. Setting my backpack down, I rumaged through the cupboard. I supposed most people would count a cupboard as furniture, but for some reason, I didn't classify it as anything. It was just there. Like air. Though air couldn't hold clothes and toothpaste on a shelf with food under it. I had started college not too long ago. I was surprised they had even considered my application for a scholarship. A guy who'd run away from five sets of foster parents in two months before, lived in a one room wood and concrete house, came from a messed up family and wasn't exactly the ideal academic. Guess it was good luck. Grabbing some beef jerky out from under the other food, I headed up towards the castle. I have a job there. I am the fix it boy, a janitor of sorts. It was odd. I'd had the job for two years now, and the only person I'd ever seen up there was the butler. The butler hired me, the butler had the power to fire me. Maybe the old geezer wanted his privacy. Still, he at least had a librarian and a cook. I wasn't blind. When I went in to fix the shelves last time, there had been a freshly written inventory of the books. And while the cook stayed out of sight, his curses could be heard throughout the floor. I didn't mind the job though. It paid well enough for all of it's quirks and I had a fair hand at fixing things. Not to brag, just, it's true. Besides, it was one of the absolute best places to explore. Every nook and cranny managed to change from the last time you were there. It sounds bad, but I love the place. It's plain and drab until you get to know about it. I say about it, because you can't really know the place. Well, the owner might, but I don't think that even the others working for him know all of the castle's secrets. I was halfway up to the place. I paused for a sec, just to watch the sun. It was putting on a spectacular display tonight. Summer wasn't quite over yet, so the fireflies were out, winking from the shadows that stretched over the meadow from the cliff face. It was one of those nights that never seem to come again, and are gone too fast. Times like these almost made me forget about how dad would come as soon as the weather got cold. Not that he'd stay long. But as many times as I had run him off, he didn't seem to get it. I was tired of finding the food gone and vomit on the floor. I was tired of the cursing, the getting high, having the nearest person living by us call the coppers on him, the hangovers. I just want him out of my life. This time he'd have a bullet to remember me by. I had told him I would shoot him, and I meant it. I wouldn't kill him, but if crippling the idiot got the message through to him, it'd be worth it. Sighing, I finished off the jerky and started walking again. I was supposed to get there by sundown. Though I don't think the butler would mind. I've never been late before, so he might let a first offense slide.
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