Klaus had walked around with his fingers interlaced behind his back and a smirk seemingly permanently etched on his face. Some Servants were compelled to run about and help Caroline in her task. His smile grew a bit wider as he spotted Elena and Caroline, who were putting up decorations. To be more specific, Caroline was commanding the “Troops” to put up the decorations like a General and then taking over and doing it herself in frustration. You certainly have a knack for this sort of thing Caroline. He approached with a grin. You seem right in your element. He smiled, reaching to pick up a decoration and turn it in his hands. If you keep up at this pace, I’m going to have to hire you on as a Coordinator full time. He said in a slightly teasing voice, looking up through his eyebrows between Elena and Caroline. He had an uncanny way of being both scary and charming at once.
Caroline was with Elena decorating the large ballroom having decorated most of the downstairs herself with the help of her vampire speed. She was enjoying spending time with Elena and had also enjoyed watching the two siblings catch up. However, what she wasn’t enjoying was taking over from the ‘troops’ when they couldn’t get a simple instruction right or not in her eyes anyways. “Excuse me, Elena,” she said and using her vampire speed into the hallway as someone had knocked something and was causing an argument of how it was. “Well, both of you are wrong. Seriously, it’s like they say, if you want something doing, do it yourself,” she said. She then put it back the way it was before returning to Elena. “Can’t get the staff nowadays” she added jokingly to her best friend in hopes of making her laugh. She took out her phone to find still no call from the caterer. Hearing footsteps, she looked over her shoulder, she heard what he said and smiled, “Thanks” she said, happy that her work was being appreciated. “Mmm-hmm, well, considering you still haven’t explained what this party is for aka what it is we’re celebrating, I don’t think I’ve done too bad,” she added. “So, what is this party for exactly, Klaus?” she asked. “Oh really? Well, then I’d have to start charging and trust me, my work wouldn’t come cheap,” she returned. Doing this actually reminded her of the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant which made her smile on the inside. It’d be nice if at this party, he was going to say he was to be releasing Elena, she thought to herself.
Elena was helping as much as her human legs could help. Most of the time everything that was in her hands, Caroline would snatch out in a instance and put it where it needed to be. Most of the ‘decoration comity’ were people compelled by Klaus and even Caroline to follow orders. Elena smiled and moved out of the way when Caroline zoomed by her and ranting about the helpers not doing things right.
Elena laughed as Caroline came up to her and so did Bonnie. Grabbing a box and putting it up on the table with the centerpieces in it. She smiled at Caroline as she went to do more decorating. Klaus is right. She is amazing at this stuff. Its looks completely different here. She told Bonnie as her best friend nodded and smiled, then left to go upstairs. Elena always wondered what her and Jeremy talk about but, it wasn’t her business. Taking out her phone and messaging Damon and Stefan to see where they were or what they were doing.
Jeremy looked around the place a little amazed. He had been out front helping decorate the front yard and driveway. He was a little irritated because the workers kept giving him things after he tried to go see his sister. He sighed heading back up the driveway, avoiding all the workers who seemed to be carrying things. He finally snuck his way inside and looked around. He spotted Bonnie and smiled, waving slightly. But he had come to see his sister, he spotted her and held up one finger to signify to just wait. Then he rushed after her. “Elena!” He said coming up beside her.”Hey.” He smiled. “So do you know why Klaus is doing all this?” He gestured around him at the fancy decorations. Is it to say that you can leave? He wondered hopefully.
Rebekah could hear the non stop chatter of the girls; the shrill voice of Caroline giving off orders like a sergeant major. It was very annoying for such cheerfulness. Catty as always, Rebekah stealthily entered the room, and reached into one of the decorations box, pulling out a string of ornaments then threaded them around a banister. She flicked the end and smirked.“I fail to see why this decorating requires so many people. I managed to do /all / this in seconds.” Rebekah chirped in her false cheery tone.“As for Klaus, if you think he is amazing at decorating, he is far better at a Saturday night massacre than planning a party.” She paused and gave a little shrug of her shoulders. “Then again, what I would I know?”Bored already, she simply wandered out of the room to leave the girls to finish decorating.One thing she was curious about, was where Klaus was exactly. Curiosity got the better of her, as she went from room to room, finally tracking him down. With a slight tilt to the head she asked simply.
“So, are you letting Elena leave?” Said with a cat like smile, before she then realized he had something for Caroline. “What is it with Miss Sunshine anways? Always so chipper. I swear, if she farted it would be a rainbow.”
Looking at Bonnie’s back as she walked upstairs, she caught a glimpse of Rebekah. Then, she turned to the sound of her brothers voice. Smiling at him and laughed. You look frustrated? I’m guessing their keeping you busy, huh? She giggled a little. He was doing an awesome job in helping out, even thought she knew it was to keep an eyes on her. And Bonnie even if he hides it.Finally finishing with the centerpieces, she moved the box out of the way and places it on the table. And ready to take the rest to the other tables. Motioning with her head to the side, letting Jeremy know to follow her. Walking and talking. I don’t want to have to do push ups from lady Sargent over there. Laughing again and placing another piece on the table just like the others. She did it for 2 more tables as they she talked. I have no idea, why Klaus is doing this but, I think it has something to do with Elijah coming back to town and Kol leaving town for something. She made a face of unknown and confusion and shrugged. All I know is, going home to change will be a huge relief. Caroline and I want to go dress shopping. And for one night sleeping in my bed and being home, shower in our shower, and get dressed there, will be soothing. But your life is still on the line. So I have to come back. No buts Jer. She gave him a serious look as she finished with the last of the decorative centerpieces. Besides it gives Bonnie, Caroline and I a chance to be normal girls shopping and talking girl stuff. Maybe someone is waiting to be asked to the Ball. Elena bumped him shoulder with her’s and smiled.
She did see how much Jer cared for Bonnie and it was nice for him to have someone. Who knows where Alaric was and Jenna was a ghost. Speaking of which, she hadn’t seen her today. Maybe it was all the people. Lets go out for a walk. She looked around and heard his response. Looking at Caroline and pointing outside. She and Klaus knew she wouldn’t try anything. She had been here for a while already. So a nice walk around there land would be nice and fresh ar was soothing for her right about now.
Klaus made a playful face that suggested he was not telling. Truth was this was a distraction and a tactical move. Klaus was always working; even when he seemed to be playing. He had this mysterious power lingering over his shoulder, and he had to control his new “House Guests”, Elena and Bonnie without having to resort to the usual threats and violence. A Town Party seemed the best way to get all of his Frienemies in one place and in sight. Kol was off doing who knew what and Elijah was making inquiries with Witches, where Klaus might have made threats, and used violence. Perhaps I’m simply a benevolent soul and wish to bring all of you happy Friends together? Or perhaps I have more sinister purposes…dun dun dunnn…. He gave a wry smirk, as he backed away. Now if you Ladies will excuse me, I have other matters to attend. I leave the festivities in your capable hands. He held the smirk as he turned and walked off toward the house, and into his Private Study.
He sat contemplating his next move and attempted to wipe away the image of Caroline smiling at him, rather than glaring for once, from his mind so he could focus on his true problems. His thoughts were interrupted then by the untimely arrival of Rebekah. He raised both eyebrows in a mock gesture of surprise. Ah, my dear Sistah deigns to finally grace us with her presence. And no Rebekah, I have no current intentions upon releasing my Doppelganger Prize any moment soon…. He smirked at Rebekah’s comments about Caroline, who obviously got under her skin for reasons that reminded him Rebekah was the eternal Teen Girl. Do I sense an air of jealousy, Love? Did Caroline beat you to Head Cheerleader or date the cutest Boy? Oh dear me…..the scandal…. His tone was teasing and playful. Which was rare. Despite his problems, he was in a light mood.
He stood from his seat, grabbing a glass of half finished scotch he had. His face a bit more stern. I suggest that tonight you play the adoring Sistah and cheery High School Cheerleader. Be nice to Caroline and my Guests. None of your pouting. It’s a party after all. His tone lightened again, just like that and he was smiling at her, albeit with that sinister edge that always existed in his eyes.
Klaus clearly enjoyed hearing his sister’s tirade in regards to the ever cheerful Caroline. It did so remind him of how much Rebekah despised her and he was quick to point out that it was jealousy on her part. Perhaps she had made it as head cheerleader or worse; kissed a boy that Rebekah had her sights on. Course it was neither of these and Rebekah rolled her eyes whilst folding her arms indignantly.“No scandal on my part, brother. I’m not the one that makes doe eyes at that blonde creature, now am I?’ Rebekah became more serious, and there was no mocking in her tone, more or less stating fact. She knew darn well that her brother had some ridiculous crush on the girl, and she felt it clouded his better judgement.This party however, was more than some simple society do, oh no. Klaus had a perfectly good reason for inviting both friends and enemies to drink and be merry. The purpose of which still eluded her, but she was sure to catch on, once the champagne was flowing and all the pawns were in the right places.But one thing her brother was more than capable of was being intimidating. He had control over Caroline and that doppelganger, as well as Bonnie by the looks of it. Rebekah watched him cautiously, as he rose out from his chair, and took up his half finished glass of scotch. HIs face was quite serious. Gone was that wicked smirk, but he was about to point out that she had a part to play in his game.” I suggest that tonight you play the adoring Sistah and cheery High School Cheerleader. Be nice to Caroline and my Guests. None of your pouting. It’s a party after all.
Though he smiled after saying this, every word was meant with serious intent, that if she didn’t play nice, that Rebekah would pay the price. She knew him better than to cross him, especially when he gave her that sinister look.
“A party?….More like a wake.”
That said, she spun on her heel and strolled out of the private den. Hearing the girl’s laughter and conversation, Rebekah pursed her lips, and returned upstairs to her room. Oh, she would make sure she looked radiant for this party, and be the perfect sister as her brother ordered. But after the party….all bets were off.
“Um, every time I tried to take a break, something was shoved into my hands, and I was literally spun around and sent on my way.” Jeremy said.” So I guess you could say I was busy.” Jeremy was handed a center piece. Jeremy nodded and looked around before following his sister outside, leaving the piece on a table. He made a face like he was only considering asking Bonnie.
“You think? Maybe I will, before the whole party thing.” He asked smiling at his sister.” So he is letting you go out?” “The generosity of Klaus is infinite!” He said loudly and smiled at his sister. He sighed once again.” But you know this is all going to be under the ever watchful eye of his ‘Helping Hands’ right?”
Jeremy gestured to the few people that seemed to be watching them intently. “You would think that they would stare a little less, considering this is my reunion with my sister.” He said. Then he stopped walking, and looked at Elena, a little concerned.” What about you? How has the great and ever modest Elena been?”
Hi, my name is Char aka Jules. I would like to audition for the part of Rebekah. I am not a huge fan of the Vampire Diaries, but I have watched bits here and there. I can however follow a plot and build on a character quite well, as I have over 90 characters in various role plays on imvu.
Anyways, here is my audition, that follows on from the family thread currently active.
Rebekah could hear the non stop chatter of the girls; the shrill voice of Caroline giving off orders like a sergeant major. It was very annoying for such cheerfulness. Catty as always, Rebekah stealthily entered the room, and reached into one of the decorations box, pulling out a string of ornaments then threaded them around a banister. She flicked the end and smirked.
“I fail to see why this decorating requires so many people. I managed to do /all / this in seconds.” Rebekah chirped in her false cheery tone.“As for Klaus, if you think he is amazing at decorating, he is far better at a Saturday night massacre than planning a party.” She paused and gave a little shrug of her shoulders. “Then again, what I would I know?”
Bored already, she simply wandered out of the room to leave the girls to finish decorating.
One thing she was curious about, was where Klaus was exactly. Curiosity got the better of her, as she went from room to room, finally tracking him down. With a slight tilt to the head she asked simply.
“So, are you letting Elena leave?” Said with a cat like smile, before she then realized Klaus had something for Caroline.
“What is it with Miss Sunshine anyways? Always so chipper. I swear, if she farted it would be a rainbow.”
Live Roleplay Session on the IMVU Client on February 20 & 27, 2014
Roleplay: “Ladies Night”
Players: CharlotteCarrendar (Brock), LadyBelz (Pandora)“Island Paradise”
CharlotteCarrendar: – It had been a long day at the command centre and with Brock only having one thing on his mind, and that was of course, Pandora. Soon as the clock hit five he snapped closed his study books and turned off the light on his desk, moving around the perimeter of his office and grabbing his flight jacket off the hanger. One of his mates was passing his office and peeked his head in, as Brock was putting on his jacket. ”Yo man, fancy coming down the Docks to have a few beers and play some pool?’ It was good of Mick to ask, but Brock only smiled and shook his head. ”I got the best looking gal in town waiting for me. Maybe some other night.” Mick saluted casually, before joining up with his buddies, while Brock ran the opposite way down the hall, to get to the carpark, and find his truck. :: Half an hour later, he pulled up in front of Pandora’s apartment building, with a big bunch of roses, and his flight bag. Locking up his truck, he made his way inside, thinking to himself of how he had to try and hold himself back and not try anything before he unveiled his surprise for the evening. Coming to her apartment door, he knocked, before standing back, hoping she was home. <3>
LadyBelz: It had been a long afternoon for Pandora…dealing with that twat at the gym, Kristian’s stupidity and Simone’s temper had put her in a foul mood. Of course, sitting through 4 hours of class on the inner workings of a Volkswagen Beetle didn’t help any either. By the time she got home from classes, she had the mother of all migraines. She got on the phone and called Denise, telling the woman that she owed her for covering for her ass the week before. Denise reluctantly agreed to take her shift at the Tongue that night, which made Pan grin in satisfaction. After taking something for her headache, she settled in with her books at her kitchen table, a cup of coffee near one hand and a cute pair of glasses perched on her nose, as the pain was affecting her ability to keep her contacts in. It wasn’t often she wore the glasses, but this was just one of those days. She was deep into an essay on combustible fuel when there was a knock on her door. Sighing, she set down her pen and got to her feet. “Coming.” she called out. She undid the deadbolt and chain before opening the door. Her smile was bright when she saw Brock standing on her threshhold, an arm casually placed behind his back. “Hi.” she stated, happy to see him.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock’s face illuminated, just by seeing her standing there. He then remembered he was holding something behind his back and brought them round in a fluid movement, presenting them for her. ”Wasn’t sure what your favourite was…but I figured girls like roses.” He said with a bit of a sheepish grin. They were blood red, about a dozen of them surrounded by baby’s breathe. If she took them, he would then wait politely to be invited in. <3>
LadyBelz: Seeing him smiling back at her, made the whole ugly day simply vanish, along with her headache. So when he pulled the roses from behind his back, her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open in shock. No one had ever given her roses before, and she had to admit that the woman that she was sat up and took notice. She took them from him, inhaling their scent before stepping aside to allow him to enter. She was entranced with the flowers, sniffing their scent as she closed the door. She took them into the kitchen to hunt for a vase (remembering that she had purchased one as an impulse buy when she was shopping for groceries) and placing the whole arrangement in the center of her coffee table. Once done, she turned to look at Brock, standing in the middle of the living room and she had to thank him for the flowers. Sauntering up to him, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to a hot and steamy kiss. Drawing back, she smiled. “Thank you for the roses.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – The kiss was one that would curl the toes off most men. For Brock it was one hell of a thank you. He had spent much of the day thinking about her, and how to spend the evening with her, but now he had her in his arms, which he wrapped around her instinctively, Brock was lost to her once again. Just like the morning, where in the kitchen they had consummated their love…and fast. The kiss broken and her words of thanks, he blushed a little, and said. ”Well, that is just one of the things I had in mind to get for you tonight.” What was he hinting at, she may well have asked. His flight bag was still near the door. ”I ..uhm want to take you somewhere very special for dinner. “ He said, a twinkle in his eyes. <3>
LadyBelz: Her curiosity was peaked as he made mention of more surprises for her. “Oh? Am I going to need to change?” she wondered, pointing to her “Made4Porn” Tshirt and jeans.
CharlotteCarrendar: Chuckling, he simply winked and walked over to his flight kit and picked the bag up, bringing it back over to the dining table, where he placed it down and undid the zipper. He pulled out a female flight suit and then presented it to her. “I’d love to see you in this.” he said with a smile.
LadyBelz: That was the last thing she expected and she took the suit from him, looking at it and then at him. “Do I need to be naked under this?”
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock simply let out a satisfied growl sound as he let his eyes cruise over her svelte frame. “A nice…lacy bra twin set would be nice.” The very thought of her being naked under the flight suit had him swallow hard.
LadyBelz: Grinning deviously, she draped the suit over her arm. “And where are we going, Mr Flight Jockey?”
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock merely swatted her backside playfully, and answered. “It’s a mystery…I could tell you, but then…I’d have to fuck you silly.”
LadyBelz: She grinned as he swatted her off to her bedroom. “Wanna help me…undress?” she winked before ducking into the next room with a laugh. She looked through her bureau, deciding on what to wear beneath the suit when her eyes landed on something she hadn’t worn in some time. Grinning, she quickly stripped out of her current clothing and slipped into the little two piece before pulling the flight suit on over it. It fit her perfectly. Pulling her boots back on, she decided to toss an extra set of clothes into a small bag before tying up her hair in a ponytail. Ready, she headed back to Brock and struck a pose in the doorway. “How do I look?” she smirked, the suit clinging to her svelte form like a second skin.
CharlotteCarrendar: How did she look? Like a Top gun pin up girl. The kind airmen fap to every night. “Like you were born to fly.” Brock said, grabbing up his kit bag, and then reaching for her hand. “This will be a night you won’t forget.” He intended to make that a promise. Leading her outside her apartment, and then allowing her the chance to lock up, he walked her to the lift, explaining to her that they were going to be heading to the private airfield that was owned by his father. It was about twenty minutes drive from the city, so while they were on their way, he would explain to her the safety aspects of what it was like to be on one of the family jets. This was not to do with the government military. Brock’s father was a keen aviator, something he had passed down to his son’s; each of them specializing in flying different kinds of craft, from jets, to actual rockets. :: Reaching the security check point, Brock stopped the truck and handed over his pass to the patrol officer. It was rigorously checked and then the boom gate raised as his truck was allowed to enter the top secret grounds. In the distance a huge grey aircraft hanger. There were at least six of them scattered across the vast air base. Pulling up outside hanger three, Brock leaned over to Pandora after turning off the engine. He whispered to her. “Trust me when I say this, you are the first person I have ever brought home with me.” <3>
LadyBelz: Happy just being with him, she allowed him to take her wherever he wanted to go, eagerly following him to his truck. She was bubbling with anticipation, wondering what the big surprise was as he drove them through the city. After pulling up to the gate outside an airfield, he drove them past the security checkpoint and toward an aircraft hanger. After stopping the truck, he told her that she was the first person he’d ever brought home with him. Her mouth dropped open in shock. He was taking her to his home? Her insides felt like jello as she stared at him. “Will your…family be there?” she gulped. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the whole “Meet the Boyfriend’s Family” thing yet.
CharlotteCarrendar: Undoing his seat belt, Brock shook his head. “Dad is on his honeymoon, and my brothers are all here at the flight academy. If they knew I was doing this, they would want front row seats.” Brock joked, stepping out of the truck and coming around to get her door. Opening it and offering his hand, he simply smiled. “I just want this to be about us.” His words filled with emotion, as he then pressed a sequence pad on the outside of the hanger. A huge roller door starts to rise and inside a jet that was of a kind no one had ever seen before. Built by his own father, the jet was a passenger one; a smaller but streamlined craft. It was the colour of titanium, with the markings of a spider on the tail. The interior lights of the hanger all came on in succession, as Brock led his lady to the side door, which began to detach and allow a series of stairs to lower. It was state of the art….in fact it looked futuristic in design. Brock gestured for Pandora to climb the stairs, as the ground crew emerged to help guide the plane out onto the runway for takeoff. <3>
LadyBelz: Nodding about the fact that they’d be alone, she undid her seatbelt as he came to escort her. She was seriously impressed with the plane as the hangar doors opened. The mechanic in her wanted to crawl into the engine and poke around its inner workings. A series of steps lowered and he indicated she go ahead of him. She smirked as she planted a foot on the bottom step. “You just want to look at my ass.” She stated, grinning. Putting an extra wiggle in her walk, she went up the stairs into the main cabin.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock wolf whistled at her saucy wiggle, and climbed the stairs on after her, the door coming to close as the stairs retracted back into the craft. Brock placed his flight bag in an overhead compartment, before leading Pandora to the cock pit, where there was the spare seat near his. Brock was truly in his element, as he ran through a pre flight test, and all the indicators and switches came to life, as air traffic control buzzed the plane and Brock gave off his flight details so that he could taxi out. “This is Spider three requesting permission for take off.” He said, starting up the jet engines, as the ground crew started to wave flags to guide the plane out of the hanger. He eased forward on the controls, as the plane’s lights all came on, swirling under the wings and the tail tip. The plane rolled out slowly, but the roar of the engines was quite powerful. “Spider three, you have clearance, on runway two. “ That was all he needed as he taxied the plane out and turned it round, with the front now looking down the long runway, that was showing off the lights that led to the very end. The jet engines were turned up full, as the plane started to vibrate and then with a burst of power the jet took off down the runway, zipping past the other hangers before taking off into the sky, the wheels carriages being pulled up and locked into position as the craft went on a hard right tilt and then punched through the cloud cover going up to 25, 000 feet before switching to a cruising speed. At this Brock relaxed somewhat, as the radar blip showed their destination. The island. <3>
LadyBelz: Pandora had never flown before, as this was a whole new experience for her. She was unsure how she felt sitting on top of what amounted to a bomb on wheels. When the engine rumbled to life, vibrating everything around her, she felt her heart rate spike and clenched the arms of her seat. But Brock looked confident in what he was doing and she had to remind herself he did this every day for a living. She began to relax…that was until the plane started down the runway. She gasped at the sensation of being pushed back into her seat as buildings and land went by the windows in a blur. She grew excited as the plane slowly left the ground, a humming sound indicating that the landing gear had retracted. Once the plane was at a safe altitude and flying smoothly did she fully relax. She looked at him. “And I thought riding motorcycles at 100 miles an hour was a rush. That doesn’t even compare to this.” she chuckled.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Looking across at Pandora, who had white knuckles from gripping her arm rests made him smile. So this was a first for her? One of many he started to think, but seeing her excitement made it all the more enjoyable. “It’s in a field all of its own. Maybe we should see about getting you your wings.” He joked, before reaching across to take her hand and then bring it back to kiss it, before he went back to checking the controls. It was such a smooth flight, with the moon and stars as the backdrop, the night one of beauty to be flying above the clouds. Brock gave off little hints of where they were going, but soon enough the beeping started to show they were in range and approaching their destination. Brock started the descent through the clouds only to have them see what was the outline of an island. The Plane then started to do something very odd. With a burst of power, it started to slow in the air, before it began to hover. The most bizarre thing, it just stayed like that, as far below a large section of the forest seemed to give way to show a landing pad. The jet slowly lowered down till it touched down on the pad, the jets finally easing back to nothing. They had arrived. Brock started to turn off the aircraft, before he could see the tell tale light of someone approaching the plane from a small pathway that came from a large dome house like structure. “And that will be our one and only companion tonight. My father’s associate; Lady Bunton. She lives here when the rest of the family are on the mainland.” Sure enough it was. The well dressed woman who had her hair tied back in a bun, was holding up a large torch and peering at the jet. As the door opened, and Brock started down the stairs, Lady Bunton squealed. “Brock James Carrendar. What on earth are you doing home during semester?” But before she got her answer, she then spied Pandora. “We have a guest?’ she asked incredulously. Jemima looked back at Brock, who broke out a wide grin. “This…is my love, Pandora. I brought her home for dinner.” Lady Bunton was in shock. This was a first, even for him. She approached Pandora and smiled. “You must be very important to young Master Brock here. By the way, I am Lady Bunton, but you can call me Jemima.” She said, offering her hand to shake. <3>
LadyBelz: They had finally reached the island and Pandora had to wonder how he was going to land. All she could see were miles and miles of trees. She got her answer a few moments later when the plane went into some type of hover mode. Looking out the window, she was shocked to see a section of trees split apart to reveal a landing pad of some kind. She whipped her head around to look at Brock, as if seeing him for the first time. “What are you? Some kind of James Bond spy guy?” she giggled as the plane landed. A woman was waiting for them as they disembarked, scolding Brock from being away from school. She introduced herself to Pandora, who returned the gesture. Jemima was giving Brock a weird look, but Pandora didn’t notice as she was staring up at the large house-like structure. “Tell me that’s your house.” she whispered in awe.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock placed an arm around Pandora and said simply. “It’s the family home. This is where I grew up.” Hi voice joyful as Lady Bunton led the pair to the main house. Lady Bunton had to ask. “I’ve already had dinner, but if you two want to take of the kitchen, be my guest.” Brock led Pandora into the expansive house, that was like one great building divided into section. The walls were a tepid glass that was not available anywhere on earth but there on that island. It was incredibly peaceful with next to no noise except the roar of the waves from the beach. “Hope you’re hungry, Pan.” Brock said, going into the kitchen to get out ingredients for dinner. <3>
LadyBelz: She looked around, eyes wide at his family home. It was definitely something she wasn’t used to seeing. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and lead her inside behind Ms Bunton, who told them they had free run of the kitchen. She held up her bag. “Is there some place I can change? This flight suit is a bit stifling.” she wondered, looking down at herself. It was hot on the island and she didn’t think she’d be comfortable wearing it the entire time.
CharlotteCarrendar: “You can change in my room. Just to the right of the kitchen, turn left and its the third door on the right.” Brock said, as he headed to the fridge to check for the ingredients he hoped to find. Being back home, there was a certain amount of freedom for the Carrendar boys, even if Lady Bunton liked to play Mother to them at times. Old habits die hard. Standing leaning against the fridge door, he hummed to himself as he surveyed the contents, then started taking out vegetables and chicken fillets. Carrying them over to the bench top, he set down the ingredients and reached for a cutting board. The knife block was to his right, and he went for the filleting knife to start on the chicken first after he had washed his hands. <3>
LadyBelz: Nodding at his directions, she left him to his work and went to change. His directions were easy to follow and she found his room on the first try. It was a nerd paradise. Every wall was crammed with books on rockets, science, and aviation. There were models of rocket ships and airplanes on whatever surface happened to be free from the massive amount of computer equipment that remained. She chuckled, amused as she dropped her bag on his bed, causing it to ripple. “Oooo, a water bed!” she grinned. There were numerous pictures on the wall of him and his father and brothers, and a really cute one of him holding some kind of science fair award she was going to ask him about. But there was a picture on the wall that really captured her attention. A young woman holding an infant child. The caption beneath the picture read “Palm Springs, 3 months old”. This had to be his mother, a real beautiful woman. Turning away with a sigh, she took off her boots so that she could remove the flight suit. Standing in bra and panties, she took out the clothes she would change into, making sure to brush out her hair. Checking her appearance in the mirror, she pronounced herself ready and returned to the kitchen, where the delicious smells of chicken cooking penetrated her nose. “Smells delicious.” she announced her return as she stood in the doorway.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock had been slicing the chicken extra fine and started with browning it only a low heat, as he started to chop up the vegetables. In the midst of this, he grabbed a pot of water and started it on the boil for the pasta, which he would add last. The scent of the spices and herbs he was using would start to permeate through the air, and reach Pandora of course as she came back through from changing out of the flight gear. “Smells delicious” She said, as she stood in the doorway. Brock had a smug look as he chopped the spinach finely. “Well, let’s hope it tastes as good.” He was a master of this dish, and you could see by the way he moved around the kitchen, it was truly his domain in the family home. Taking a packet of fettuccine pasta out of the cupboard, he added that to the boiling water and kept a watch on it, then went to toss the vegetables and pine nuts in with the chicken pieces. Knowing Pandora was watching, he said. “Why don’t you help yourself to a glass of wine, and put something on the entertainment system? Dad keeps a heap of old records from when he and mum were dating.” <3>
LadyBelz: He didn’t even glance up as he worked, and she knew for a fact she looked damn good. Oh he was going to be swallowing his tongue later, she was sure of that. “Wine sounds delicious.” she agreed, turning to hunt down the entertainment system. It was an impressive piece of work, taking up an entire wall. She found the records Brock had referred to and looked through them all before selecting an old blues album by BB King. As the soft sounds of “Lucille” echoed around the room, Pandora found and poured two glasses of red wine for them. Dancing along with the music, she took both glasses into the kitchen, setting one down near Brock as he continued to work. “Your dad has quite the collection in there.”
CharlotteCarrendar: With the chicken and vegetables about done, he prepared the sauce which was a mix of cream and tomato with a dash of garlic and chili. The pasta was just about perfect, and he went to strain the fettuccine in a colander, while checking the meat. It was pretty clear that he loved to cook, and the fact that Pandora had on an eye popping number had managed to slip under his radar. Getting out two large pasta dishes, he set them to the side, before mixing through the pasta with the chicken and vegetables, then lastly adding the sauce. Tossing the ingredients all together, he filled the two plates with the steaming pasta dish, and popped a small garnish on the top of each. It was only then he raised his head as he heard the strains of BB King’s song Lucille, that he noticed Pandora. He actually coughed loudly, so surprised to see what she had on. “My dad? Oh..my dad’s collection. Yes, he is an avid music fan. Loves pretty much everything, save for country music.” He walked out from around the breakfast bar, and took up the two plates heading for the outer deck, where there was an outdoor table setting, that had been set by Lady Bunton earlier. Candles and the view of the sea was the perfect backdrop for dinner. Setting down the plates, he then waited for Pandora to join him, so he could pull out a chair for her. <3>
LadyBelz: She actually smirked when he finally got a glimpse of her, almost choking on his own spit, and the woman inside of her was doing a happy dance that she elicited such a reaction from him. He took up their plates and she grabbed their wine to follow him out to the outer deck, where a candle-lit table had been set up for them. With the view of the sea, it was a lovely scene to dine by. He set down their plates and pulled out her chair for her. She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Thank you.” She set down the two glasses she’d been holding and waited for him to sit before she took up her glass again. “Should we make a toast or something?” she wondered, new to this whole dating thing, unsure of what the proper procedures were for first dinners.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Taking up his wine glass, he charged the air a moment, and thought about what to say for the toast. “To a beautiful evening…with a gorgeous woman.” He then went to tap her glass with his before taking a sip of the wine. Setting down his glass, he took up his fork and spoon, then watched her expectantly as she was about to try his dish. “It’s Chicken and Spinach Fettuccine Mona Lisa.” That was a bit of a mouthful, and hopefully Pandora liked his cooking. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Taking up his wine glass, he charged the air a moment, and thought about what to say for the toast. “To a beautiful evening…with a gorgeous woman.” He then went to tap her glass with his before taking a sip of the wine. Setting down his glass, he took up his fork and spoon, then watched her expectantly as she was about to try his dish. “It’s Chicken and Spinach Fettuccine Mona Lisa.” That was a bit of a mouthful, and hopefully Pandora liked his cooking. <3> (last post)
LadyBelz: She sipped her own wine after the toast and took up her fork. After he announced what it was, she was hesitant to try it, but she was nothing if a rebel and put a forkful into her mouth. The first taste of flavor across her tongue made her eyes go cross and she looked down at her plate as if she’d never seen food before. She took a second bite to make sure she wasn’t imagining things and she nearly moaned. “This is delicious!” she exclaimed, looking at him. He seemed tense, as if he was waiting for her verdict. “Why didn’t you become a chef instead of a pilot? You could put some of those gourmet places out of business!” She wondered as she continued to eat. Pandora was not a woman easily impressed…but Brock had managed it in no time at all.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock’s cheeks flared at the mention of her really liking his dish. He was chuff about her comment, but what she said after that required him to explain why he had chosen a different career path to that of a chef. Setting down his fork for a moment, he braced his elbows on the table and said simply. “When the family is all into aviation, you kinda go with the flow. Dad has certain expectations of us, and …being a chef is not up there. Not in his opinion. But…I get to cook whatever I like when I am home, and my brothers sure as hell don’t complain.” Brock watched her tuck into the meal with gusto and he had to wonder how she would cope if he did a five course meal. This was just a simple dinner in his mind. “Do you cook?” <3>
LadyBelz: “Do you cook?” he had asked, right when she was taking a sip of wine. She nearly choked and had to turn her head away to keep from coughing all over the place. Once she’d gotten herself under control, she looked at him. “Darlin, if I tried to cook, I’d probably burn my apartment down. I do the occasional spaghetti and meatballs…but beyond that, not at all.” she chuckled. “Mom wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the cooking lessons and I loathed home economics in school. I told my councilor that I wanted to take auto shop class or I was going to drop out of school.”
CharlotteCarrendar: Pandora’s reaction was something of a surprise. Well, that and he thought she was going to spit the full glass of wine all over her clothes. Turns out she wasn’t one for cooking, and her mum wasn’t exactly forthcoming with teaching her the basics. Brock could see the humor in it, and then he twirled some pasta on to his fork with his spoon, and held it up, saying; “Least one of us can.” He had a point. “Well, how about we strike a deal. You fix my truck when it needs a service, and I cook you meals…like this.” Fairs fair. <3>
LadyBelz: “Deal.” she grinned, going back to her meal. “So…tell me about the science fair project you won first place for.” she grinned.
CharlotteCarrendar: “How did you find out about..?” Brock started, then realized she had gotten changed in his room. She must have been looking at his family wall. The one with all his pictures and mementos. “Yeah…” He set down his fork and eased back in his chair casually, both hands going behind his head as he recollected that. “I had to build a scale model rocket for class. Dad…decided to make it a little…too realistic. Scared the heck out of my Science teacher when it actually blasted through the roof. Hole was about…two metres across. Heh, Johnny Meyer’s whole face was like…black with…burn marks. But..yeah, I won that year. Dad..he couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. He did pay for the new roof though.” It was quite the tale. <3>
LadyBelz: Pandora listened to this tale, amusement sparking in her eyes. She laughed out loud as he described putting a hole in the roof and his father’s reaction to it. “Your dad has been a big part of what you do, huh?” she mused, finding no fault with it. She wished her own mother had been more supportive, more “there” for her and her brothers growing up. Pushing thoughts of Denise from her mind, she returned her attention to the man sitting in front of her. “I could tell he’s proud of all of you.” she nodded. She then looked at him shrewdly for a moment. “If there was one thing you could want in the entire world, that no one could take away from you, what would it be?”
CharlotteCarrendar: “My mother.” Brock said simply.
LadyBelz: “How old were you when she died?” Pandora asked in a soft voice. She could hear the pain in his voice when he gave her his answer and it made her heart hurt.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Six months. I think. Dad…tried his hardest to make up for her, not being there. I guess that is why he is so big in our lives. Trying to be two people, instead of just Dad. Must have been hard. Five boys, as well as his career.” Brock brought his hands out from behind his head, and reached for his glass of wine, just rocking it back and forth as though deep in thought. Perhaps she had just found his weakness.
LadyBelz: She reached across the table and placed her hand over his wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories for you.” she murmured, kicking herself for asking such a banal question.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock placed his hand on top of hers and offered something of a weak smile. “It’s really okay, I mean…..this is the family home, and you would have seen by the family wall what they mean to me, even my four brothers.” He knew she meant well and was trying to show understanding in what was a loaded question. “Lady Bunton was around a lot, though she is not really mother material, more like…a nun in Gucci. Personally, I think she had something for Dad, but he was so busy with us boys, I don’t think he really noticed. Course, Dad is married to Tessa now, so…I guess Lady Bunton missed her chance.”
LadyBelz: The music on the entertainment center changed to something slow and romantic and feeling a bit womanly, Pandora had the urge to slow dance. She wiped her face with her napkin and got to her feet. Brock needed a distraction from the melancholy thoughts and she was just the woman to provide him with one. She went around to his side of the table and held out her hand to him. “Would you honor me with a dance?” she asked.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Of course.” Brock said, placing his napkin over his plate and then rising to standing as he took Pandora’s hand. Her hand was so small compared to his own, and he towered over her. The music was now definitely slower and mellow, ideal for a slow dance. He took her in his arms, in a typical dancer hold (hand to the base of her back and left hand holding her right). The night air had a freshness about it; the salt of the sea and the tropical flowers combined gaze off a heavenly scent. With the candles and torches blazing, it created an ambiance that was hard to describe. Somehow though, it felt right to Brock. He tilted his head down to look at her and said. “I’m really glad you came out here tonight.” <3>
LadyBelz: Even with her heels on, he was still taller than her, but she fit into his arms as if she was meant to be there. “I’m glad I accepted.” she smiled as they moved together. “My night probably would have been spent doing homework in front of the tv with a box of pizza. But this is so much better.” she grinned, her hand toying with the hairs at the base of his neck.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Brock chuckled. “Hey, no knocking pizza. My brothers used to think we were ninja turtles as kids…much to my Dad’s horror, and we were always trying to order pizza. Mind you, the pizza store had no idea how to find us. Those frozen ones are pretty crappy though.” Brock made a bit of a face, and then continued to sway with Pandora in his arms. She was teasing his hair on the back of his neck with her fingers, and he reacted by pinching her right ass cheek. <3>
LadyBelz: When he reached down to pinch her cheek, she gasped and reacted by poking him in the side, on the off chance that he was ticklish. “Evil man.” she grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.
CharlotteCarrendar: Pandora, being coy? Even Brock found this amusing when she kissed his cheek. “Now, now I won’t be able to wash that side of my face. I will need a big Tshirt that says, “Pan kissed mah cheek” Course, people would have to wonder which cheek he meant. The wine had loosened Brock up a little, and he did a little spin and dipped Pandora before planting a kiss on her nose. <3>
LadyBelz: Laughing, Pandora was twirled in his arms and dipped, nearly falling out of her suit top as he kissed her nose. The smile slowly slide from her face as they resumed their dance. “I am having a really great time this evening, Brock. Thank you for inviting me.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “My pleasure. Oh..I almost forgot.” Brock said, releasing Pandora for a moment, and then digging about in his jacket, before pulling out a black velvet box. It was from an expensive jewelry store in the big city. “I…got you something.” He said, offering her the box. It wasn’t a ring box, it was too big for that. <3>
LadyBelz: She was surprised when he mentioned he’d gotten her a gift. She hadn’t been expecting anything from him except dinner and excellent company. Wary, she took the box and slowly opened it. Setting on black velvet was a silver cuff bracelet with a large black onyx set in the center. She gasped at the beauty of it. It was something she would have definitely picked out for herself. “Oh my god, Brock! It’s exquisite!” she exclaimed, lifting it from its velvet cushion. She slipped it onto her right wrist, marveling at how comfortable it fit. “I love it. Thank you.” she stated, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into a kiss.
CharlotteCarrendar: Pandora’s reaction. Priceless. Brock couldn’t get the grin off his face as he watched her slip the bracelet on. The jeweler said that it would be the perfect gift for a woman on the first real date…so to speak. He was shocked however, when she drew him into a very passionate kiss, and he easily wrapped his arms around her and gave himself to her. Kissing her back as eagerly, before pulling back and catching his breath. “You’re welcome.” He said, almost breathlessly. <3>
LadyBelz: Unknown to Brock, they had somehow ended up near the pool and feeling a bit sneaky, she decided to have a little bit of fun with her (dare she say it?) boyfriend. She stepped away from him and removed the sarong she had tied around her waist. “So…what do you think of my swimsuit?” she asked, her voice going deep and seductive all of a sudden. It might just put him on his guard at the change in her behavior. But a girl had to try, right?
CharlotteCarrendar: “Oh..myyy.” Brock did an impersonation of his favourite sci fi show star. She was certainly being saucy in her teeny bikini. He was almost tempted to say, where is the rest of it? He stepped towards her and pulled the sarong slowly from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder. “I didn’t know you could swim.’ He joked, as he tore off his shirt. <3>
LadyBelz: She actually purred like a feline when he took his shirt off, his broad chest and shoulders catching her eye. “Mmmm…I swim very well. I work as a lifeguard at the beach during the summer.” she grinned, turning around so he could get a very good look at all her…assets, before she faced him again. “Question is…can you swim?” she smirked, pushing her hands against his chest, hoping he wouldn’t realize he was right at the edge of the pool and would fall in.
CharlotteCarrendar: She pushed just hard enough for Brock to actually fall backwards into the pool….with his flight pants on. He vanished under the waters only to come up, his hair plastered to his head. “Well that was dirty tricks.” He then blew a small amount of water from his mouth. <3>
LadyBelz: Pandora couldn’t help it. Seeing him in the water with his hair plastered to his head, she broke out into gales of laughter, clutching her arms around her stomach as tears rolled down her face. She didn’t realize that she herself was standing at the edge of the pool and it was only a matter of him reaching out to grab her ankle if he dared.
CharlotteCarrendar: And reach out, he did. As her eyes were filled from tears of laughter, he gripped her by the ankle, and then reefed her so she would be off balance enough to fall in. <3>
LadyBelz: With a squeal, Pandora went arse over kettle into the pool with a loud splash. She came up for air a moment later, spitting and sputtering and her soaked hair in her face. Her mouth was open in shock. “Brock!” she exclaimed, swiping her hair from her eyes. “Oh you are so going to pay for that.” she grinned, splashing water at him.
CharlotteCarrendar: Her screaming his name was worth it. Oh she looked like a drowned rat – an adorable drowned rat. “But…dear, you are wearing a bikini and the whole point of those is…to get wet.” He said with a broad smile, taking the splash with a flick of the head. “Oh stop…please. You deliciously wet thing you.” <3>
LadyBelz: “Hardy har har. Smartass.” she chuckled. “Besides…you like it when I’m wet.” she winked at him, before turning and swimming for the other end of the pool. It felt good to stretch her muscles in such a way. It wasn’t often she got to swim like this, between school and work her free time was limited.
CharlotteCarrendar: With a crooked smile, Brock mused. “That I do, Pan…that I do.” Enjoying watching her swim to the other side of the pool, he started to plan what he was going to do to her…when she got out. <3>
Twelve…eleven…ten…. The numbers pulsed in Roísín’s brain as she counted each deliberate step. Eight…seven…six…. Half way up the last flight. The crumbly green painted door hiding safety was just beyond the landing. Four…three…two…landing. Measured steps carried her charged and heaving to Cane 3C. Roísín pressed the key into the knob and turned it with a twitch that should have made her wrist snap, then her feet were over the threshold and she was rushing down the hall to her bedroom door which closed against her back as she slid down to the floor.
A show. A fucking show. What the hell? No matter how Elias had pestered her she never believed he would go behind her back to make it happen. “The opportunity arose,” he said. Fuck him and fuck his opportunity. Hugging her arms to her chest and leaning forward to press her head against her knees, the woman allowed her breaths to roll in long and deep for several minutes before forcing herself to raise her eyes and confront the greyer of the two smiling faces framed on the dresser table. She couldn’t. Lucy’s card found its way into her hand. It bent back and forth, hot between her fingers. Those eyes, once brown rested on her shoulders while ghostly sensations whispered. There were two things in her life that were sacred: form and melody. The one was already dead, and Roísín was not interested in giving the order to condemn the second. Yet she had.
At Elias’s Studio:
Elias had not had a straight look from her since taking Roísín to the meeting with Max and Lucy. It was probably for the best; he knew what would be there in her eyes if he did. The girl had even managed to arrange his supplies in an accusatory fashion, or so his riddled mind proclaimed. She might be the first to react so negatively to getting a break, but she was not the first he’d pissed off over the years and certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There’s the last pair of easels for you. Shouldn’t be too heavy I figure,” he offered over his shoulder.
Rather than acknowledge Elias, Roísín continued glaring at the set she had before her, scrutinizing the lot with an intensity such that one would imagine her capable of reordering them with her eyes alone. It was best for her to speak to him as little as possible. Her silence would hold until Roísín’s immediate instinct upon seeing him was not to realign his nose with her right hook. The five plaquettes lining the left side of the studio held her soccer related sculpts while the ones to her back held those from the ring. In the middle was an open space left for the few objects she was unsure of arranging. Perhaps Lucy could offer advice on the matter, but Roísín was disinclined to ask. As the woman was due within the next half hour to examine her work, it was entirely likely that said advice would be given without it being solicited just as her encouragement had been. What Roísín had not yet placed were her few free standing pieces, all of which were standing on a table near the doorway save for the one she had no intention of revealing- a set of hands, the larger folded over the other and the pair bent as to fold over a fret board. It was left huddling under a clouded sheet of plastic in the corner.
Parking her car just outside Elias’s building, Lucy was feeling somewhat apprehensive about this new talent that Elias had recommended for the Light Box gallery. Normally, clients were often thrilled, elated to have the chance to show off their creations in such a setting, and the media coverage that followed always led to bigger and better things. But at that lunch, Lucy felt that girl was not only unprepared for the meeting itself, but had been oblivious to the deals being made without her actual consent. She didn’t even have her own studio, for god’s sake.
Turning off the engine, Lucy sat with her fingers curled around the steering wheel – her lips pursed as she tried to weigh up in her mind whether or not this was such a good idea. Everything hung on what her quality of work was, if she had enough pieces, and if there was individual items that would capture the attention of buyers before the exhibition was launched. Elias had not let her down in the past with his protege’s, but this one seemed different. Lucy was pretty sure the girl didn’t trust her, which wasn’t totally unexpected, since they hadn’t really gotten to know each other, and business lunches tended to be more about the food than the actual dealing of business.
Releasing the wheel from her grip, she turned to reach for her briefcase and cell phone, before one last check in the rear vision mirror, and then opening her car door. It was a fairly mild day, and Lucy was dressed in a designer suit with skirt in charcoal grey, sheer stockings and black pumps. Clicking on the car alarm, she headed up to the building that was on Elias’s business card. It was in a part of town, known for the more eccentric artistic types – poets, painters and lovers of weed. She was pretty sure there was a commune nearby, and by the look of some of the local shop fronts, it was still the age of Aquarius in that part of the city.
Entering the foyer, she headed to the lift, and went up to Elias’s apartment floor, where she wandered down the hall, and reached his large steel door. Not seeing a bell, or intercom, she pounded on the door loudly, hoping that Roisin and Elias were there for her pre-showing inspection.
Shaking his head with a wry grin; Roísín would come around. Scuffing his boots along the concrete floor, the man exited the room intent upon inspecting his paint cabinet to ascertain whether or not a paint ball run would need to be made before he continued working on his recent project. No sooner had he pulled open wooden door than the audible knocking of a guest reached his ears. Ah-that would be the door. Spinning like some construction working with a penchant for frequent pirouettes, he went to answer it though he did so without haste. It would not be surprising if Lucy was beginning to grow impatient by the time he opened it to greet her. Elias leaned against the frame and offered her a cheeky smile. “Why dearest Lucy, whatever could have happened for you to grace me with your impeccable presence?” he drawled as if he didn’t know, giving her a once over. Oh, he was fond of looking, this on, but it was never in a predatory or demeaning way. He then straightened and opened the door. Throwing his right arm out, he ushered her inside: “The ever pleasant Roísín is in the back.” He would not be in the least surprised if she had in fact heard them but chose to pretend as if she had not. The man was also waiting for the inevitable round of questions about the girl and her antics, to say nothing of his role in bringing her to the lunch meeting.
Lucy was starting to wonder if the eccentric artist was even in his studio with the time that it took for someone to answer her knocks. Sure enough however, the grind of the rollers under the large door was heard as it was shunted back only to reveal the smug looking artist on the other side. He of course acted very much like the cat that ate the canary, and put on a performance as he leaned against the door frame, being so bold to put on a false air with his accent.
“Why dearest Lucy, whatever could have happened for you to grace me with your impeccable presence?”
“Very funny Elias, I think you and I both know the answer to that question.” Lucy played along as she gripped her briefcase and looked past him into his studio in search of the young protege’ before settling back on him. “Is Roisin here?”
“The ever pleasant Roísín is in the back.”
~Ever pleasant? More like ever guarded.~ Lucy thought to herself, as she glided in the door. The studio was in its usual state as you can imagine, with new works of art, much paint splatter from over shot paint balls, easels, draped plastic wrapped canvases, and of course down the back was Roisin’s own sculptures and work. The five plaquettes lining the left side of the studio held Roisin’s soccer related sculpts and there were more in behind her. Setting down her briefcase, Lucy took out her camera, and placed it around her neck, toying with the cap, as she then approached Roisin. Her hand outstretched she said.
“It’s a delight to see you again, Roisin. Do you mind if I take some pictures of your pieces, so that I can work out how to display them in the gallery. For size and also a couple of shots that can be used for the catalog. I imagine that you do wish to sell some of them.” Lucy remained business like, not trying to pretend to be the girl’s new friend.
At last Lucy showed up. Roísín had placed the last of her free standing samples and was standing with her back to Elias and Lucy as they entered. She remained as silent as Elias had imagined she would, yet thankfully, the edger had faded somewhat from her features when she at last turned around to acknowledge them. Her hair, curling down to the neck of her opened green and black plaid flannel button down, was pulled back with her usual black bandana and her grey tank was smeared with clay. The jeans she wore were so smattered with artistic detritus that one would be hard pressed to discern exactly what color they had been originally. Roísín was an altogether perfect rendition of a studio rat as Elias liked to call his ilk, and a saucy one to be sure.
Lucy was entirely correct in her interpretation of the girl’s boundaries, so her choice to approach this encounter with a comparatively formal manner was rewarded. Instead of answering in clipped sentences, Roísín made an effort towards civility in her response: “Go ahead. I can’t imagine what price any of these would bring, however.” Arms crossed over her chest, she lifted a finger and pointed towards her right before explaining, “These are focused on my experiences with teammates.” Raising a finger on her opposite hand and dipping her head the other way she continued, “Those are impressions of boxing matches, and these behind me were created from various ideas.” Stoic green hues returned to Lucy’s face upon the cessation of speaking. Their cagey mistress took an unconscious step backwards to block the partially exposed plinth with the plastic shrouded hand sculpture which had not been placed for viewing.
Elias said nothing, simply scratching his head and nodding calmly. To her credit Roísín was behaving better than he expected considering she was still in the room and had even offered a meager explanation of what she had made. She could have at least offered details on the medium, but Lucy would ask, he was sure. The plaqquettes varied in size but none were larger than 3×3 ft. or smaller than 5×4 in and were appeared to all be made of either bronze or some mix of tile and clay. The sculptures were of similar materials and heights. In his opinion, Roísín had a keen eye for details which manifested her subjects’ inner monologues in ways few others could. Roísín knew how to articulate a body in such a way as to allow for transparent communication without appearing forced or dishonest. He did wonder what was under the tarp behind her.
Lucy set down her briefcase on the nearest table that had a clear open spot. She unclipped it and the bag opened, so Lucy could take out her lap top, as well as an artist’s sketch pad, with pencil. Setting that aside and flipping open the pad, you could see a layout of the art gallery that had everything marked in it, so that when the exhibition was on, Lucy could pin point where all the pieces that Roisin had in their perfect positions. It was pretty clear that Lucy was well prepared, and she reached for her glasses case, taking out a pair of Christian Dior glasses and slipping them on, whilst the clay and paint splattered Roisin spoke about each part of her collection – their inspiration and also that she had no real clue as to how much they would be worth to the buyer. Lucy merely nodded, and made a notation on the top of her note pad, before taking up her camera and approaching each piece, taking angled shots of about eight per piece. She went about this with a light musical hum as she snapped away, walking back and taking more notes on size and then working out placement on the sketch pad.
The fact that each section of the collection had been inspired by sporting moments and the girl’s experiences, had Lucy smile as she came up with ideas for how to present them in a catalog. Once she had taken all the pictures required, she took out the memory card and connected it into her lap top, before madly typing in on the keys the various sporting style graphics that could be used. She was able to create a template for what would be the presentation catalog header as well as the number of pieces available. As for the prices, that was to be discerned later back at the office after some research on what the going rate would be. Lucy turned her lap top for Roisin and Elias to see, and there was the makings of the brochure on the screen, featuring both boxing and football images in blended colours. Roisin’s name as well as a bit of an introduction into the artist was also in bold type, along with the gallery opening hours and the contact details.
“This is what I have come up with so far as to what we will be giving interested clients. I will be working off that for our media campaigns.”
While the pair would be checking out the designs, Lucy stepped back to her sketch pad, and was sketching out where each piece would go, marking units with model numbers, as she kept looking back at each of the pieces and making mental notes.
It was while she was doing a final run through, she happened to spot the tarp covered mystery item at the back, the one Roisin had been trying to hide. Lucy pointed at it with her pencil.
“Is that item over there, the shrouded piece part of the showing, or a piece of Elias’s work?” Lucy was curious as to what was behind the tarp.
Jason was nothing but smiles that showed pearly white teeth as he slowly slipped the ring around her ring finger. With the ring upon her finger he would stand up slowly and moved to embrace her. The vampire lord would nuzzle his head into her neck before tracing his fangs over her supple flesh teasingly. Though little did they know they where being watched by an ancient vampire through the windows in the living room. Silently the ancient would turn his back to the fledgling couple before darting off into the fog leaving nothing behind. Jason completely unaware of the now departed observer would walk away towards his chambers with a devilish smirk on his lips as he spoke tauntingly. “Come and get me my love”Then Jason would tear off through the house in a blinding blur having taunted Isabella hoping she would rise to the bait and give chase. As he raced through the house skidding around corners he would slip into his chambers before scattering rose petals all over the floor and lighting some incense so as to mask his scent. Slowly he would fade into the shadows cast by the candles before settling into wait for his queen to come in so that he could spring his “trap” on her and show her the true depths of his love.
Dyna pulled into the driveway of Shane’s home and cut the engine. It was mid-afternoon and she’d gotten a call from Carmen the night before letting Dyna know that she and Shane were taking some time for themselves and would return before the end of the month.
She looked at her companion. “You ready for this?”
“Oh yes. I always wanted to visit a house full of vampires.” came the snorted reply.
“Will you relax. It’s broad daylight and they’re sleeping. And we’re not going in the house, we’re going around back.” Dyna stated. The person beside her snorted. “Come on, Rae. Did I or did I not promise to help you expand your powers?”
Raelyn, “Rae” to her friends and “Boo” to her Uncle Booker, looked at Dyna and sighed.
“Yeah. And you think she can help?”
“Amelia is one of the best witches I know. You’ll be fine. Come on.” Dyna climbed out of the car, waiting for Rae to follow her before she headed around the back of the house.
“Yeah. Sure.” Rae sighed, plodding along behind her uncle’s friend.
Dyna reached the door of the guest house and knocked on the door, slipping off her sunglasses as she waited for Amelia to answer.
“Maybe she’s not home.” Rae shrugged, turning to head back to the car. Dyna snagged the young woman by the back of her shirt, keeping her in place.
“Raelyn Charlene Bradford, you promised your uncle you’d give this a try! Don’t be a chicken.” Dyna snorted.
“I’m not being chicken. It’s called a tactical retreat.” Rae huffed, struggling to get away. Dyna yanked on her shirt, causing the girl to nearly trip. “Dyna!”
“Rae!” Dyna chuckled. Rae huffed again and stood still, crossing her arms in annoyance.
“You’re evil.”
“So your uncle says from time to time.” Dyna chuckled, just as footsteps echoed on the other side of the door.
Within the pool house, along with the sound of footfalls coming towards the door, you could also hear the voice of its occupant. Not until she opened the door, would they see a girl that looked remarkably like a vampire, but was able to stand in the sunlight, and had a puppy that was chewing on her plait.
“Rusty!…Mommy’s hair is not a play toy. HI! Oh my gosh, Dyna it’s so good to see you.” Amelia said in a rapid fire of a greeting, and telling off of her puppy. “So nice of you to come over. Come on in.” She noticed Dyna had a young friend with her, and she stuck out her free hand.
“Hey…I’m Amelia, your just in time, I been whipping up some of my home made chilli.” Amelia beamed and took a step back, almost tripping over her kitten, that had come to investigate the fuss. Amelia picked up her tiny kitten with her other hand, and this set off the puppy who started yapping at the kitten. The witch frowned and smartly spun around and went to place the kitty on her cat tower; a well made carpet structure filled with tunnels and scratching poles. Ideal for wayward pussies. She set Rusty down on the tiles, and then closed the door after her guests were inside.
Amelia had really turned the pool house into her own domain, with a large shelving near her kitchen filled with specimen bottles and a bookcase that had dozens of books on everything from human biology and forensic science, to witchcraft and spells. The kitchenette smelt heavenly of the delightful taste of chilli that was simmering away on the reflective stove top surface. The big tv and black L shaped lounge took up a greater portion of the living area, and it was easy to see why Bianca was a common quest when the sun went down.
Amelia became animated, as she went to and from the fridge, taking out a bottle of wine, and some glasses from the cupboard.“You must be the first non vampire visitors I have had. Well…I don’t get many visitors here period. I mean, this place gets pretty wild at night. The main house. David and his lads have set up residency, especially with Shane and Carmen out of town. It was true, that David and his crew were staying at Shane’s house, since David and Shane no longer had to hide the fact that they did get on after all. Amelia quickly changed the topic of conversation “You girls like red wine?”Amelia asked, trying to explain how things were, and being a good hostess. She noticed young Rae looked uncomfortable, and said. “You are safe here…just in case you are worried.” Amelia said with a smile. “Only Shane is allowed in here, as the others have to be invited, and I am still a bit unsure about Jarvis…as cute as he is.” She realized she was rambling some, and walked out the tray of glasses and wine, and set them down on the coffee table near the leather lounge. Tangles, her snake watched on from in his tank, obvious curious to the strangers in the pool house. Amelia picked up her iphone and set it into her speaker tower, so she could play some tunes, for her guests, to help them feel more at home. Amelia had a love for eighties music, so the first song was an oldie but a goodie.
“It’s good to see you, too, Amelia.” Dyna smiled, reaching out to rub the puppy’s head. He yipped happily, his tail wagging so hard his whole body wiggled. She and Rae stepped inside, waiting for Amelia to close the door before they made their way into the living room. Amelia had really made the place her own. Rae walked around, looking around at the various knicknacks and pictures Amelia had arrayed around the room while Amelia and Dyna chatted. She stopped in front of the snack stopping in front of the snake tank.
“Nice snake.” Rae stated, looking at Amelia.
“You must be the first non vampire visitors I have had. Well…I don’t get many visitors here period. I mean, this place gets pretty wild at night. The main house. David and his lads have set up residency, especially with Shane and Carmen out of town.” Amelia stated. Rae looked nervously around, as if expecting a vampire to jump out at her any second. Amelia noticed the look and set out to reassure the younger witch. “You are safe here…just in case you are worried. Only Shane is allowed in here, as the others have to be invited, and I am still a bit unsure about Jarvis…as cute as he is.”
Dyna jumped all over that piece of info.
“I knew it! You think he’s sexy!” Dyna crowed with delight. “You’ve got to know that boy is crazy about you! Why don’t you go out with him? Shane trusts him and Carmen thinks of him like her own. Take a chance, Ami!” she grinned as the three of them went into the kitchenette to feast upon Amelia’s chili.
Amelia was a bit surprised by Dyna’s enthusiasm over Jarvis. Sure, she knew Jarvis from the times she had been to visit Shane and Carmen, but Amelia knew that there was a different side to him. Maybe, she might let Jarvis into her world, but right now, after losing Rodger, and then Jason; Amelia felt that she was some how cursed in having relationships.
“I don’t know…” Amelia said, rubbing the back of her neck and turning her body awkwardly. Her face was creased as she just wasn’t sure about Jarvis. “I admit, he is sexy and all that…but I don’t fancy being his blood doll…or being turned. I mean, even if he could do that, I really want to at least have a choice.”
Amelia went to get three bowls out and then started to serve up the chilli with crusty rolls on the side. All had been warmed in the oven, and the kitchen had that wonderful fresh baked smell. Few people knew how much Amelia loved to cook, but what with living on her own for years, she really didn’t entertain much. Although Bianca was a regular at her pool house, Bianca wasn’t fond of chilli. Pouring out good size helpings, she took them over to the small dining table, just on the other side of the breakfast bar. With a large center piece of candles and little cat ornaments, Amelia finally sat down, when there was a knock at the door. Surprised at yet more guests, she excused herself, placing down her napkin and went to answer the door. Low and behold, it was Charmaine, Amelia’s friend who owned the local craft shop in town. She was carrying a brown paper package, and to look at her you would think she had just stepped out of a picture book, dressed in an outfit that screamed the sixties, a kaftan and with her hair in plaits, and moccasins on her feet.
“Hi Ame.” The girl embraced the startled Amelia as she stood in the doorway, half wondering what Charmaine was doing on her doorstep. When Charmaine released her, Amelia asked. “You’re doing your own deliveries?” Stepping back, she let Charmaine enter the pool house, and you could see that the girl was clearly in awe of the glamour of the room.
“Yes, can’t find good help in town, so now I do my own deliveries. Gosh Ame…woah, this is like totally not you. Why did you move here again?” The hippie witch asked Amelia, as she handed her the package. “The book you ordered, I figured you would want it right away.” Charmaine then noticed Rae and Dyna at the table and she cocked her head and beamed a wide smile. “Hellooooo, I’m Char..you must be Amelia’s friends. So nice to see her making mortal friends now.” At this, Amelia gave Charmaine a bit of a nudge with her elbow, to which Charmaine cried “Whhhaaa? What I say?”Clearly thinking that Dyna and Rae were human. Amelia set the book down, and then gave Charmaine something of a strained look. She could be so ditsy at times. “We were just having some chilli, home made, you want some?” Amelia asked, seeing as Charmaine really didn’t look like she was leaving in a hurry. This had Charmaine brighten and she nodded twice before dashing over to take a seat near Dyna and speak rapidly.
“You would be amazed by the sheer amount of magical energy in this very room. I mean, I get that feeling, that buzz. I don’t know, can’t describe it. It’s a gift.”
Amelia was dishing up another bowl of chilli and rolling her eyes. Sure, the girl had a good heart, but it was a pity her foot was always in her mouth. Coming back and handing Charmaine her bowl of chilli, Amelia was a little bit more forth coming on her guest’s antics. “Charmaine is one of the elders of the witches coven I am a part of.”
“Have been since….1969, oh..what a cosmic year that was.”
“Sweetie…Jarvis…can be a tad much sometimes, but he’s a good soul. I believe Carmen had a talk with him about his more, enthusiastic approach to you. Besides…you’re the woman! It’s called “Pussy Control”. You own it, he wants it. Make him beg for it like the man he is.” Dyna grinned as Amelia brought over the bowls and bread. Rae, who’d just taken a sip of wine nearly spat it back out at Dyna’s words.
“Oh so that’s how you get my uncle to behave!” she grinned. Dyna tossed her a wink. She’d been aware of Booker’s feelings for her for a very long time. He just hadn’t crossed the Friend line just yet and Dyna was just waiting to see how long he could hold out before she put the werewolf out of his misery.
There was a knock at the door and Amelia excused herself to answer it. There were muffled voices before she returned with one of the strangest women the two had ever met. She looked like she stepped off the stage from a production of “Hair”, dressed head to toe in the style of the hippies of the early part of the 1960’s.
She spotted Dyna and Rae and grinned.
“Hellooooo, I’m Char..you must be Amelia’s friends. So nice to see her making mortal friends now.”
Dyna eyed the woman carefully. She was getting a very strange vibe from her, almost as if she were…
Dyna mentally shook herself. “I haven’t come across any other witches in this town. Why would one suddenly pop up?” she thought.
“You would be amazed by the sheer amount of magical energy in this very room. I mean, I get that feeling, that buzz. I don’t know, can’t describe it. It’s a gift.”
Dyna looked at Amelia.
“What is she on about?”
Amelia heaved a great sigh before she explained. “Charmaine is one of the elders of the witches coven I am a part of.”
“Have been since….1969, oh..what a cosmic year that was.” Charmaine nodded.
“You’re a witch??” Both Rae and Dyna asked at the same time. “An elder witch?” Dyna added after pinching Rae to shut her up.
Deep within the woods, the white were dragged the unconscious vampire hunter back to a small winter cabin that was nestled deep within the forest. Unknown to many and signed to keep people off the property there was a family that lived here, that had kept their true identities a secret. Hearing the throaty growl as the she wolf dragged the injured man, the cabin door opened, and a semi naked man appeared. He stood, running his fingers through his shaggy unkempt hair, and saw the white were dragging something. Concerned, he stepped down off the porch, and ran over to where the white were stopped, and raised her head.
“Whose this?” The alpha said to his mate, who started to transform back into her human like form. Wiping the blood stains from her mouth, as she took full form, she said. “A hunter…but not one that likes deer. He was almost killed by a vampire. A new one.” The alpha crouched down and surveyed the man’s injuries, deeply concerned. “We can’t keep him here. Last thing we need is the authorities on our doorstep, asking questions.” Just then, the couple’s two sons emerged, and both came down to see what was going on. “Mom?” Rory asked, seeing the vampire hunter on the ground, who was now groaning lightly. “Let’s get him inside…then figure out what to do.” The twins helped carry the vampire hunter inside their cabin, as the Alpha kept a lookout for anyone that might have been watching them, before following his family inside.
Isabella’s Manor
Jason was one that loved to tease and play games with Isabella, and now that she accepted his proposal, he took off from the room, insisting she catch him if she could. In a blink she vanished from the den and reappeared in a swirl of mist in her room. She didn’t normally like playing chase, but she was in a good mood for now, and would oblige.
“Where are you, lover?” she crooned.
The Vampire Queen glided around the room, peeking behind curtains, and in her closet for him.
Vern smiled at the guardian and winked, then laughed and nodded her head. “You really didn’t have to, but thanks. You can go if you have somewhere else to be.” Her classmate smiled back and shut the door to her dorm, and she listened a little longer as he sighed and walked down the hall. She wouldn’t be making the mistake of being silly with a Dhampir again, even if Alec was different from Mikhael.
She sighed herself and watched the snow fall outside, wishing she could go lie down in it and relish in the fact that it didn’t affect her at all. But she couldn’t do that, because the sun hurt more than being alone. She didn’t want to sleep yet, but she knew that she couldn’t very well go see the Headmaster with dark circles under her eyes or she might get staked on sight. That would be interesting for Dimitri to explain to her parents. She wondered if the Russian God of a Head of Security was on post at the moment. Her thoughts drifted to a few other Guardians, and then they landed on Guardian Chekova. Chekova was one of the most loveable Guardians at Vladimir’s, but everyone knew she would hand them their ass if they thought they could take her. As she readied for bed, Vern thought on night (or, day) several years ago those suspicions had bloomed to truth before her very eyes…
It was a hot night for Montana. Strigoi ran amuck about the outer grounds, taking down novices left and right. Vern was hidden in a hollowed tree. She was too young, her magic was not yet strong. She could see Dimitri among the fighters, his larger form taking down Strigoi after Strigoi. Of course, he was only subduing them for the moment – it generally took five of their best Dhampir’s to truly kill one of the worst Strigoi. Some older fire magic students were out burning the Strigoi, but they were being pushed into the tree-line by the Guardians. And then she saw her. Savina Chekova seemed to appear in thin air, driving her stake left and right. She dodged attacks and delivered expect blows. With her and Dimitri working together, the Strigoi numbers started to thin. What seemed like hours later, they were all gone. But Vern would always remember. Always.
Saint Vladimir’s – Campus Gates
Savina gazed out into the trees. The sun was just rising – most students were in bed. Most. She didn’t mind if the Dhampir wanted to enjoy the sun for a little while, as long as they stayed safe. Dimitri was a different matter, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Unless it did. Then it would be her fault. She didn’t want to think about that at the moment.
Footsteps crunched the leaves behind her, but she knew those footsteps. “There are more of them by the day. Sunlight is only so long. What’s to stop them from attacking again?”
Her companion didn’t respond. He simply remained behind the gates. She assumed he was watching her, but she didn’t know for sure. Dimitri must have sent him. Guardian’s worked best in pairs, but Savina had always had a way of avoiding being assigned a partner. Perhaps it was Dimitri himself, but that would be ridiculous. After all these years, that man still thinking she needed a protector would get him smacked down, regardless of academy titles.
Savina simply turned her head up towards the sunlight, closing her eyes and holding her stake out before her. Hopefully, it would be a peaceful watch, and an even more peaceful school night.
Charmaine suddenly took an interest in Dyna and Rae; her eyes darting between them when they both reacted to the news that she was a witch, and not just any, but an elder of the Coven that Amelia was a part of. Amelia quickly picked up her glass of wine, and skulled it back. Oh she knew that look that Charmaine had and now that her interest was seized, she was not about to let go.
“I knew it! It wasn’t just my senses tingling.” Charmaine believed that either Dyna or Rae had magical powers. The question was, who and why she had not come across this pair before. Had Amelia been keeping them a secret? Looking squarely at Dyna, she beamed a bright smile.
“Elder, yes I am. Been practicing the craft since as long as I can remember. Holly McCloud and I started the coven back in the summer of love…1967. A very cool time to be dabbling in the arts. Those warm summer nights, frolicking naked in the woods, and the joys of bonding with my fellow witches. I don’t know what I loved more..the drugs, or the music. But enough about the old days, I take it you have some questions?’ Charmaine asked, looking between the two ladies, then at Amelia, who seemed to be lost for words about the whole Woodstock reflection. The idea of Charmaine prancing naked around a fire erked her for some reason. Amelia did find her voice however and said.
“Charmaine runs the local craft store….for the arts. Everything you need to celebrate being Wicca and some darker magics.” She said, lazily toying with her spoon in her chilli.
“You’re a bit of a free-spirit. I like that.” she grinned. “No, I don’t have any questions, but…my girl, Rae, here is still developing her powers and hasn’t really gotten the hang of her control. Show them Rae.” Dyna suggested. Nodding, Raelyn directed her attention to a plastic bowl of fruit on the table. She gathered all her powers and concentrated hard. The bowl vibrated for a moment, an orange rolling out of it across the table before the entire bowl lifted into the air, hovering a few feet above the table. Rae’s concentration began to waver and the bowl shot toward the ceiling with the force of a rocket, smashing into the tiles and splattering bits of fruit and plastic everywhere, making everyone duck.
“Dammit! That always happens!” Rae growled, as Dyna patted her shoulder in support.
“You had it there for a moment, Rae. Don’t beat yourself up. You’ve just learned about your powers. You just need to exercise them a bit more. Then you’ll have the control you need.” Dyna sighed.
“How long did it take you?” Rae wondered.
“I don’t think I had full control until I met your uncle in college.” Dyna stated.
“That’s decades!”
“Rae…what have I told you?” Dyna scowled.
“True control is being in control. Don’t let your emotions rule you or that control will be weak at best.” Rae sighed.
Njada villageJamai had been watching IIyra as she offered to help the slaves with the baskets, in using her magic to help make them water tight. He was deeply impressed with how she was integrating with the Njada people, in particular the slaves, who sometimes got a raw deal from some of the more noteable Njada women. The village was abuzz with word of hearing IIyra cry out during her night with Tagor, and this brought a smile to his face.He wandered over after setting a girl to task on getting water for one of the Njada elders, when he came up behind her at the basket weaving tent.
“Enjoying your morning, IIyra?” He asked, a crooked smile on his face. He was unsure when Tagor had purchased IIyra at the slave markets, and remembered the grimy girl that he had taken to the bath house. So much had changed in a matter of days, that it was hard to believe the winter white haired goddess before him was the same girl.
“Tagor made you full Njada. Very good. It gives warmth to a heart, to know you have brought such happiness and pride to Tagor. Tell me, have you had the sickness yet?” He was inquiring as to whether she had suffered morning sickness, which was to be expected. “I can arrange the medicine woman to treat you if need be.” He spoke differently than most of the Njada, and you had to wonder, what were his origins. It was clear by his skin colour and jawline, that he was not a true blood Njada. Ilyra may well wonder. He had taken interest in her, due to how she came to be found, but also in what the mate of Tagor means, not only to the leader himself, but to the village as a whole. She was the first lady, if one could put it into perspective. Her health and happiness were paramount.
“Good day, Jamai.” Ilyra greeted him warmly. “I have enjoyed myself quite well, thank you.”“Tagor made you full Njada. Very good. It gives warmth to a heart, to know you have brought such happiness and pride to Tagor. Tell me, have you had the sickness yet?”She tried not to blush at his words, slightly embarassed that the whole village knew what she and Tagor had been up to the previous evening. But Ilyra thought about his question for a moment. “No, I’ve been feeling fine. A bit hungry at odd moments, but medicine woman says that is normal at this stage.” she nodded. “Mejia and Senji take good care of me and have not let me get too overworked.” She nodded at the two slave women at her side. She felt a kinship with them, much like the kinship she felt with Sharma. She dared to call them friends.
She had to wonder about Jamai though. He was Njada, there was no doubt about it…but he didn’t have the look of a warrior, as he was a bit on the small side. She reached out slightly with her aura and was surprised to discover his aura was similar to Tagor’s. There was only one reason for that to be…
She set aside her work and got to her feet. “Will Jamai walk with me for a time?” she wondered. Surprised, he nodded and followed her to the tent she shared with her mate.
Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent
“You are brother of Tagor.” she stated once they were alone. Jamai looked ready to deny it but something in her manner made him pause.
“I am.” he admitted.
“How?” Ilyra asked kindly, guessing that the story was painful. She settled herself upon a cushion and indicated for him to join her. He sat across from her and wondered how to start.
“My father, father of Tagor…shared furs with mother on travels to slave markets. She was nomad woman, not Njada. Gave me to father of Tagor after I born to raise as Njada. Thirras hated me, wanted to kill me when she knew of me. Tagor’s elder father denied her, all sons of Barzghar were given status in village. Father proud of all sons. Thirras try to poison Jamai, almost die. Medicine woman save me but I not strong Njada. Not any longer. Tagor care for Jamai.”
It was the saddest tale Ilyra had ever heard. Thirras was truly an evil woman and Ilyra vowed to be on guard of her. She placed a hand on Jamai’s.
“Jamai has a sister now.” she smiled warmly.
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The Spy among Slavers. Dragonner rpThe city of Tsumal, one of the main cities where slavery was still in practice. A lone figure stood in the distance ready to enter the city and find the slave market, not to gain a slave, but to spy and gather information. His Name is Ivan, half Celestial cat and half human. His Mother is a fire celestial cat, while his dad was a shadow mage and illusionist, magic was in his blood but even though he had the talent he became something else, one thing many people respected and all feared, A Dragoneer. With his abilities and his amazing skill sets he was grated the free position into the Shadow Wyrms. A unit in the Dragoneers that specialized in stealth and attacking from the shadows. He walked into the city, standing 6′ 4″, he a very toned figure a with very tan skin, normally he would have brown cat ears a tail and, thanks to Ciar and Tempest, a full set black wings, but thanks to his Illusion magic he look completely human.He wore traversals cloths, and a rouges cloak. His Spear was hidden in a pouch of holding and he had a long sword on his hip. As he entered the city he headed to a dark ally or abounded house to hide and contact his CO. He found a nice dark ally and pulled out a srying mirror. It gleamed and a older human appeared. He had blue eyes and long gray hair pulled back-” Lieutenant I am glad you made it. Your mission is simple find the slavers main base of operations in the city and find out if there are any more and any other information you can, these orders come from the Wyrm Lord himself, do not fail-Ivan nods and the mirror goes back to normal. He places it back onto the pouch and heads back into the open and looks around for anything that could could lead him to the slavers-
Captial of Noriand: Frichassa: Iladar Castle ElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade was about 330 years old with long sun kissed hair that shimmered like pure gold. It hung clear to the floor and was twisted in a tightly woven mass of braids to make one large pleat to hang down her back. Her eyes were widely spoken of and many covet such beauty. Her eyes were shinning with the glorious sun, though to stare her in the eye wouldn’t burn like staring at the real sun, it gave many a sense of warmth in their hearts. Right now, Beautiful jade with golden wings was heavy with a child, due at any moment, and having been confined to her and her mate’s chambers for the expectant time. She often pondered what exactly would this child be, she was half werewolf (though she appeared more like a feline and little dog showed through except on the full moon) while the father, Emerick, was dragon and cat. She chuckled to herself as she sat in her rocking chair rubbing her stomach, her child was going to be some kind of freak, and she burst out laughing heartedly-CiarAdamyrKaredric -Emerick was a little over 100 yers old,(phyically, he was aged to help fight the hounds and was really closer to 12),With short gold hair spiked up His eyes mirroed his mothers, a galaxy of stars that danced in his eyes, except they were black instead of purple. He sat behind a desk, it had been months since the Armies of Blessed, the former king of dreams, had been defeated and Blessed himself killed by Emericks father Ciar. Emerick had left the Dragoneers and started a family with Jade, but he now had rule of Noriand, he did not know what to do most the time, but Jade and thier advisors helped him, but since Jade had been put on bed rest all he could think of was her and his child. all else was did not matter and was drowned out, even know as a representative from Kailo was talking to him about the remaining slave traders-
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -A hand maiden leaned her head in through the door curious of the ladies strange out burst of laughter. The paid servant had become in service to the new lord and lady of Noriand the day their strange winged feline relatives and the armies of Kalio had swept through Noriand braking the chains of the slaves they could find and sentencing some of the slave masters to there death (depending on the severity of their cruelty) while others were sent in exile from Noriand. Even now there were still slave markets trying to operate in the dieing practice in Noriand, and it was those that have been in practice for many years beyond the power of the lord and lady. “Lady Jade, are you well,” the servant asked timidly. Jade looked up at her surprised and smiled sofly, “yes i’m well, I was just thinking about what the child will look like….think it will be more dragon…or cat….maybe the dog will show through the most…..and….i just realized…magic can make some weird things happen,” she said making a face.-
CiarAdamyrKaredric;-The representative kept taking but nothing was getting to Emerick, after a few minuties the representative noticed this and sighed-“Lord Karedric I know you want to be with Lady Karedric, but this is really important”-Emerick shook his then looked at him-“I am sorry good sir, i have never had the mind for this kinda of thing, blame my father, and with Jade ready to give borth any day now my mind just dose not want to focus”-Emerick sighs- “Not a lot of training for this kinda of thing in the Dragoneers”- The representative sighed-Then maybe I should tak to your mother or one of your many aunts and uncles, maybe they will take this seroius’-Emerick growled-“I take free the slaves of this land seroius goos sir, but the way you want to do it confuses me, I do not know how to fight with a pen and papper, it is not my way and if you can not relize this then maybe you should go back to Kalio and send me someone who dose, cuase we are not going to talk the rest of the slavers out of hinding we need to hunrt them down”
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -the servant wanted to continue here conversation when Jade held up her hand. The lady of Noriand was making such a strange face, and then, a wet spot had formed around her, as her water had just broke. She looked up at the servant with wide sun shine eyes, and mouthed one simple command, “Get.Emerick.Now,” she said. The servants eyes widened to the size of saucers and she ran from the chamber faster then she had ever expected her human legs capable of. She tore down the castle hall ways shouting, “Lady Karedric has stared labor, fetch the doctor, fetch the doctor!” she shouted this all the way to the Lord of Noriand’s study doors which she proceeded to pound with her little fist on the door, “Lord Emerick, Lady Jade Summons you!” she shouted. Meanwhile jade was fairly calm, though her water just broke, the contractions hadn’t yet started, but she quessed, after watching so many births before, it wouldn’t be long now-
CiarAdamyrKaredric representative-“We will continue the talk later, but right now my Mate needs me” -Emerick stood up and quickly headed to his and Jades chmanber, as he did he grabed his calling and stone-“Mom’-he said and waited for her to answer-
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -there was no answer from the rune stone, Eliles was not available to reach, which meant his mother was actually out getting her own hands dirty in celestial cat or political work. In their chambers jade had stood up on her own and waddled across the room and was very determined to make it to the delivery room all by herself, acting like this wasn’t her first time she was. But she figured why let the kid call all the shouts now ya know. The doctor had just opened the door then to find the Lady already reaching for the door handle to make her way there. “lady Jade, what were you doing,” the doctor asked arching a brow, Jade smiled, “heading to the nursery, where else,” she said smiling.
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Cair sighed the said”Dad”-a few moments passed then there was a “Hello” From the other side”Oh good dad you picked up”-Emerick said-“You almost missed me I am on my way to a meeting”-Ciar said from the other end-“Jade is going into labor, i just though i let you know”-Emerick said is a bit of a paniced voice-“Okay son fist calm down you are no good to her like that, and second, remember to breathe”-Ciar smiled on the other side_”I will be by as soon as I can to see my first grandchild, you call me back to let me know what she has and what you name the child okay-“Emerick nodded-“Okay dad i will, Love you dad-“ECAir smiled again”Love you too son-Ciar hung up and Emerick hurried as to thier chamber-
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -The doctor just shook his head at the Lady and spotted Emerick approaching, “Ah lord Emerick just in time, might you give us a hand, I rather her not try it, and it might be better to let it happen here,” he started but jade just about stamped her feet, “I am not staining the good bed sheets,” she growled very canine like her hands going to her stomach that seemed to start to bother her. That was the go ahead for the large dragon half-breed to carry his mate to the birthing room, that was located just down the hall way-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Emerick quickly and carfully pick her up and took her to the birthing room down the hall-“When this is over we need to teaar the representative a new asshole love”-He smiles at her trying to help take the edge off. They get to the room where the servents have the bed ready and Emerick carfully puts her onto it-“Okay Doc all your”
CharlotteCarrendar – The Doctor was having his hands scrubbed, while the patient was being a tad difficult. Her compaints were going to the wind, as he chuckled to himself, rinsing off the soapy residue. “Now, you may not want to stain sheet, but its a lot more comfortable than doing this on the floor. Of course, we can go with that, if you think that is better for you.” The Doctor cocked his head, as he knew time was of the essense and that the next contraction would hit soon enough. “I’ll just wait right here till you…make up your mind.” Emerick got to putting her on the bed anyways, and the Doctor gave a short nod. “Right now, lets spread those legs and see how far along she is.”
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -jade grumbled the whole way there, but they were starting now, those god awful contractions. She spread her legs on the bed, tugging up long dress till it pulled at her waist line. “answer me this one question Emerick, how did your mother do this, six times,” she muttered. I happen then, the contraction and she let out a long drawn out moan that probably set her mate into a cold sweat-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -He held her hand and smiles-“You will have to aske her love”-he kisses her on the head-“You are doing fine”-He smiles at her then looks over at the Doc-How far along doc?
CharlotteCarrendar “Well…*squealch, grind -finger probbing…POP!*..I’d say about 8 cms dilated. Shouldn’t be long now…in fact, as soon as she squeezes your hand, like an iron vice, I’d get your catcher’s mitt ready. do ho ho.” It was clear the Doctor had a charming, if not odd bed side manner.
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade made a squeaking sound feeling her doctor poking around her neither parts. But the feeling was gone just as soon as another contraction rolled through her body and she laid her head back on the sheets. She wondered if the baby would be winged like Emerick, or small winged like she was, unable to fly still it was given the potion that her mother in law got. Crying out her claws sank into the bed sheets and her other clawed hand sank into Emerick’s palm, “catcher’s mitt….haha…kind of funny,” she hissed forcing a laugh-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Emerick winced a bit in pain, he had prepeared for this and was in his full dagon form so his scales were able to black most of his claws but they still made it partly was through._Push love-he said grinding his theeth inpain-“You are doing great”
CharlotteCarrendar The Doctor now creased his brow. “Okay…remember to breathe through the contractions, and as soon as you get the feeling to push…you give us the word”
ElilesMuiLuminarde -she had closed her eyes and opened them again to look at the Doctor with a sun that was blazing just a little brighter then usual, “wait, I tell you when I need to push…” another contraction and she breathed in and out, “i thought that’s what you tell me,” she squealed. Already her body was covered in sweat, from both thick golden hair on her head, and the heavy dress she just had to wear that day. Instinct pinged in her head, and she breathed harder panting, “so, would this be that moment,” feeling pressure she shrieked and started pushing with her inner muscles-
CharlotteCarrendar : “Yep..that’s it!’ The Doctor nodded to Emerick. “The head is coming…encourage her to push”
CiarAdamyrKaredric : “PUSH love”-Emerick said, his free hand now bending a bar that was next to the bed-“You are almost there”-Everytime she gug her claws into his hand he bent the bar a bit more-
CharlotteCarrendar It was getting very exciting, loud and probably painful for Emerick. The Doctor felt around the babies head and then urged Jade to push again. “Almost there…you can do it.”
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade hissed at the Doctor, how dare he tell her what to do, she knew what she had to do, “damn ittttt!!1” she screamed and pushed again bearing down on the incredible pain in her stomach. She kept thinking about all the times she fought hell hounds alone in the forests after her clan cast her out of the protection of the clan more then 200 years ago, well before she was even old enough to be on her own yet. She could feel the child move out of her body just a little bit more, it was almost over-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : All…..Most…there…love-Emerick said inbteen her clawing his hand-Just…one….more…good…push-he winced even more-
CharlotteCarrendar : Working the head out, he then managed to get the left shoulder through. A smile breaking out on his face. “One more push!”
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -she screamed and pushed again, the baby coming free of her body, small golden wings and all, golden hair, scales on her fists and feet and a long golden tail. The baby wailed with so much ferocity you would think it could shatter glass, it was a girl. Jade in tears breathed in and out with exhaustion. “Emerick….I blame you,” she said breathless-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -As thier daughter cmae out he broke the bar he was bending he smilesat her and smiled at JAde-I know love-he looked back at his new daughter tears in his eyes and not from the pain-
CharlotteCarrendar : Holding up the baby with the ambilical cord dangling, he hands it to the mother, and gets the scissors. “Want to cut this one, Sir?’ he asked of Emerick. The bill for this was going to be enormous
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade curled her hands around her new born baby. She smiled, she looked normal…not a little oddity about her, and it looked like…that cat won out the battle as far as genetics went. Her furry ears were a little longer then what might be normal, and they did have a bit of flop to them at the moment, but they might stiffen as she ages. Her scales were really soft on her hands and feet, but that was normal to. The true test of her form, will be when she turned into her true form. “did…we even consider a name,” the thought dawned on her breathless-
CiarAdamyrKaredric -Emerick cut the cord then smiled at Jade again-Our little girl-kisses her on the forhead-
CharlotteCarrendar : -The Doctor leaves the happy couple to enjoy the birth of their baby girl-
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -the little baby still wailing waved her arms about, jade moved her free hand and ripped open her shirt that had not been forgiving to this birth, and tilted her baby to her exposed breast. The little brat latched on instantly and suckled away. “Emerick….we need to name her,”-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : I want to name her after a friend that feel in balle against Blessed, I want to honor her memory if it is okay
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade looked up arching her brow, “mmm what was her name,” she asked getting use to the feeling of being suckled was lulling her into sleep-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -He smiles at his love-Jennifer, we trained together
ElilesMuiLuminarde : -she smiled softly and closed her eyes, “yea…i’m ok with that, i’m going to sleep now….good night Emerick….oh…dont’ forget…to tell the castle page, our people will want to know,” she whispered before falling completely into a nursing induced sleep-
CiarAdamyrKaredric : -he kisses her one more time and walked outside, now his mind was clear with the damn representative that was still waiting for him-
Captial of Noriand: Frichassa: Iladar Castle-some time later a Maid had attended to the ruined bed sheets of the lord and ladies chambers and even carted in the hand crafted crib for the new young princess of Noriand. Some of the guard hired from the capital streets, who had grown very attached to the feline lord and lady, patrolled extra carefully that night. Not all supported the new rule of Noriand, and the young princess was vulnerable at this age, unlike her parents, she wouldn’t be able to regenerate a body in heaven if she was killed. The same maid had received the sleepy order from Lady of Noriand to have the scribe draw up a news letter to be sent to all the nobles and like across Noriand, even the one’s far in the wilderness, the news of the birth. It was the proper thing to do, but foolish to this one maid. But the lady wished to share the joy of Jennifer entering the world.Tilda entered the scribes room, where one of the many page boys were assisting him in sorting through incoming mail and out going mail. “good evening sir, I have a message from the Lady,” she said bowing her head clasping her hands infront of her.
“I’m busy, the Lady can wait can’t she,” he grumbled, having already had to send many a letter over the last three or four months. The maid made a face, the pretty image twisting into a demonic form so to speak and she placed a cold claws hand to the back of his neck, “The Lady said, if you do not send her letter, she will allow me to slice you into meaty chucks and feed you to the princess as her first taste of meat,” she hissed her long snake like tongue snaking across his face.
The scribe broke into a sweat and swallowed, “right, what is her message,” he said and coughed. The maid smiled and straightened up folding her hands in front of her again, “right, she wishes letters be sent to all the nobles and like, telling them of Jennifer’s birth, I’m sure there has been some anticipation, political engagements and what not,” she smiled sweetly and waved at him as she exited his office.
A few hours later or was it days, the scribe completed the letters and passed them off of the pages to be taken to the carrier room where there roosted nearly 100 hawks who were use to the jungle and desert like climates of Noriand. Each letter was strapped to the birds feet and sent off to carrier there messages to the corner of the country and while four went to the ruling leaders of the Central Kingdoms, Roshawn, Kalio, Dhima, and Mirari-
The city of TsumalSitting back lazily upon a fur covered chair, the Slave Master Magarsa was helping himself to a dish of grapes, being held by a young girl, whose eyes held great fear for the Slave Master. He was a disgusting example of what wealth and greed had done to his massive bulk. Blood shot eyes peered out of blackened sockets, though he wore black eyeliner that gave him a more Egyptian look. The large oak and iron doors slowly were pushed open by two of his more illustrious guards, as the latest batch of slaves were being dragged before him for his perusal. Gangs of ten that were chained together by the neck and made to walk or at least try to with the heavy burden. Their frames were gaunt, and their skin darkened by the sun as they had walked many miles from the homeland where they had been stolen. How many had actually perished along the way remained to be seen, but the Slave Master was only interested in the fittest of this sad and sorry bunch. Chewing on yet another grape, his face contorted as he bit down on a seed that had struck a sensitive tooth.“Bah…I hate seeds!” He spat with drool and spittle raining down from his over sized lips. He angrily knocked the girl that held the grape bowl off her feet, sending her to the floor, the bowl clattering and making a din. Pushing himself up and off the fur chair with a loud grunt as though the very idea of movement hurt his weak muscles. With a chubby hand, he wiped the gruel from his lips and descended the stairs, as the Slave driver stood back, whip in hand. A tall and lanky fellow, with a face like that of a rat. A long mustache and short goatee, he sneered at his collection of slaves, who all were terrified. Had they walked all this way only to die in the sight of this their new Master.
He ambled past them, prodding with the end of a large knotted end staff. Pinching their flesh, and even going as far as to check their teeth. A few of the women, though suffering malnutrition looked to be worthy of his furs, and he shouted in a strange dialect, to have them removed from the group chains, and taken to be prepared for service. The others….well. What fate would await them? There was of course either the army of slaves, or the games.
One would think that death was a better option.
From the far end of the room, the daughter of the Slave Master emerged. Dressed resplendently in a fine skirt with headdress and sandals. Her fingers, wrists and ankles adorned with fine beads and gold. Seeing the rows of slaves that had been brought in, she minced up to her father and purred.
-Ivan had seen the slaves being taken to the palace, he followed them from a distance watching there every movement. After a half a mile one guard in the back stooped to take a drink, Ivan quickly and quietly knocked him out and using his illusion magic and celestial cats magic he turned into the guard. He caught back up to the slaves and got into the guards place. one guard looked at him- “What happened?” -Ivan looked at him and shrugged- “I had to take a quick piss been holding it for the last hour” -The other guard shook his head–They got to the palace and he stood and watched what happened next. He saw the man on the throne and knew that was the head slaver just by looking at her. he wanted to jump out and kill him right there, but he knew he had to get information, even when he knocked the girl down. His celestial cat blood screamed out to punish him for his wicked deeds but his Dragoneer training stooped him. He had a job to do first.-Then he saw her, the slavers daughter, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he watched her movements as she went up to her father and said- ” I want one” -He could not belive his eyes how could someone so beautiful want to do something so dark and ugly. He shook his head and watched and waited, waited to she what her father said and what fate would come of these slaves-
The city of Tsumal“I want one.Nerboti was used to getting what she wanted, and normally had her father wrapped around her pinky. Daughter of his first wife, who was a noble woman and free, was the spitting image of her mother, and treated as though a Goddess much of the time. However, the Slave Master had plans for the remaining slaves. The games were to be on that weekend. A brutal exhibition match between the Gladiators of Magarsa and the rabble of slaves brought in for the amusement and pleasure of the well heeled people of Tsumal.
Grunting loudly, he said what needed to be, in this case. “I am afraid I shall not be able to grant you one. They are all needed for the games. You knew this when I explained last night at dinner.” He didn’t like to upset Nerboti, for she was known to have a foul temper at the best of times. The look on her face was one of disappointment, and she toyed with her father’s long plait, as he shook his head. “Don’t give me that look. I promise you, the next caravan of slaves that come from the north, you can have first pick.”
Nerboti huffed and flicked away her father’s plait, before glancing at the slave driver, who was looking at her with a lustful eye. Oh how she hated that man. Always sticking his nose in her father’s affairs, and she had heard word that he sought for her hand. It would be a cold day in hell before that happened.
“But that is weeks away. Hmmph. Very well, I shall have to make do with my current slave, though he bores me with his cries of his dead wife.” Rolling her eyes, she turns away from the lines of slaves, and sashays out to the nearest balcony overlooking the city.
The Slave Master sighed, only to have his driver come up to his ear, and say.
“She could be tamed…if the right man took her hand.”
“Nerboti is a wild cat, with venom in her claws. You be wise to keep your thoughts of her out of your mind. Besides, you have a wife.” The Slave Master said, as the Driver shrugged. “She is old…and poorly. I like to think of my future, and I haven’t given up on Nerboti. She will come around.’
The Slave Master laughed loudly and slapped the driver on the back.
-As the slavers talked Ivan looked around, looking for anything that could give him information, while doing so he noticed one of the others guards, he was sweating and shaking a bit. to the normal eye it looked like he was tired from the long journey here, but to Ivans very well trained eye he could tell he was nevus.- *What is he up to*, -Ivan thought to himself–Ivan watched him closely and as the slavers got close to him the guard drew his blade and went to strike the head slaver.Normally Ivan would have let him but he knew he needed him alive, so quickly Ivan drew his blade and in a flash Intercepted the guards sword. The guard looked shocked at this. Ivan pushed the Guard back and attacked again, the guard block but because Ivan sword was of way better quality, it went through the guards sword and into his shoulder. The guard screamed in pain and drooped to his knees.–Ivan held his sword to the man’s throat, he said nothing as the two other guards grabed the man and took of his helmet. He was Eleven, and judging from his tan skin, a wood elf. His dark green eyes stared at Ivan with hate- “How can you serve such a master?”-He said and spit at his feet. Ivan stood still said nothing. He seethe his sword and turned to the head slaver and bowed his head.One of the other guards looked at the slave master-“What shall we do with him?”– Ivan knew he had just got this man killed or worse, made into a slave, but he orders and he needed to be in the head slavers good graces-
Mountain ranges of Njada landsHigh atop one of the tallest peaks, the scouting party of the Njada, led by their leader Tagor; the gathering of horsemen surveyed the surrounding valleys and hills of their land, for possibly enemy movement, or settlements that were not approved by council. Tagor sat high in his horse as the sun beat down upon his tanned torso. Glistening with beads of perspiration, he reached for his leather water canteen, and took a drink from it, as the cry of a raven was heard making its way up the mountain pass. It was common for different houses to send ravens in order to relay messages from kingdom to kingdom, clan to clan. Noriand had many kingdoms in its domain, and while all the races were different, they did hold a common respect of law, and alliances, that were either from the betrothal of young or the offering of soldiers and stores to the cause.
Hearing the raven, one of the lead scouts held out his arm and made a strange call, which enticed the raven to land. On its foot, was a small bound parchment, and this was quickly torn off, as the raven squawked loudly.
“Read..to Tagor.” The Leader bellowed, as the scout nodded and unfurled the paper. He coughed and then began to read.
It is with Lord and Lady Karedric of Noriand greatest of joy, that they inform there rulers, noblemen, and people, The Birth of Jennifer Karedric, young princess of Noriand. They invite you to meet the princess when then time suits you, they wish you to not feel obligaited to present gifts only your presence is asked for, and join the celebration.
Regards,
Lord and Lady Karedric
Listening with a look of curiosity, he was unsure of these people – The Lord and Lady Karedric. Nobles, who had announced the birth of a young princess. Thinking for a moment, he had an idea. If they were to send a delegation to meet the princess, it may be good time for trade, as well as sure up any alliance talks. Also, he knew IIyra was with child, so the two women would have much to talk about. Women like that stuff, Tagor believed.
Tagor nodded, then said to his scout. “Write. Njada people come. Celebrate.” He was a man of few words, rather letting his actions speak for him. The scout immediately wrote up the reply, only one more detailed, and then fastened it to the raven’s leg. The bird was then released to return to it’s masters, and now that the scouting mission bore fruit, the Njada leader ordered them to return to the village.
~Some hours later~
Arriving back in camp, Tagor rode up to the corale, jumping down off his horse and handing the reigns to a small stable hand, before striding towards his tent, where he would find Jamai speaking to his woman – Illyra.
“When sun rises, we leave for Frichassa. Princess born to King. We Njada honor with horses and feast.” Tagor said, more or less explaining that they would be leaving with a caravan first light, to travel the dusty roads to Frichassa. Tagor smiled at IIyra and said.
Restaurant: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
Location: Uptown
Parking: Some along the street
Stats: can hold up to 100 customers comfortably at a time
Restuarant Type: Breakfast/Lunch; Family style restaurant that also offers pastry and coffee to go.
Hours: Monday thru Sunday 6am-3pm and Late Night on Friday and Saturday 10pm-3am
Rush Hour Times: 9am to 12pm
Sample Street View
Style of Decor
Sample Menu
Workers
Abby Bowers -waitress (Played by FireStar32005) no relation
Deter Pohl (NPC)- Cook, Bus Boy, Waiter Son to Fred and Berta, quiet type, strong,friendly
Fredreich Pohl -Owner, Cook, Waiter (NPC) -Friendly, loveable type but not good to work for and crude to employees
Rebecca Scholsen- waitress, crude, classless type, no relation (NPC)
Berta Pohl – Co Owner, Cook, Waitress, wife to Fred, friendly loveable type (NPC)
Maggie Pohl- Waitress, teenage daughter to Fred and Berta (NPC)
Places to post available in Waffle House: Booths (for customers looking for more private seating), Circle Tables (for more open seating), front bar (patrons that are alone usually sit here and are regulars of the Waffle House and watch television), Take Out/Cash Register, Outdoor benches, Kitchen, Pantry, Parking Lot Please write in your post where your character is placed
((ALL NPCs are availble to those that wish to use them in their posts))
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 08, 2014 10:57AM
Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
NPCs throughout the Waffle House
The sun wasn’t even up, and the lights to Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House were already on. Every day, at 4-o-clock in the morning, the lights turned on, and Freidriech and his son Deter went in to start prepping for the day.
“I go check stock, and you Deter, sweep the floor and wipe down the counters, ja?” Fredreich said with his smooth, but heavy German accent; already awake and chipper. Deter, was not as much of a morning person. “And I’ll get the coffee going!” He took his son’s coat and hung both their coats up.
“Pop, I messaged Abby to come in.”
“Abby, closed last night.” Fredreich said quickly. “And she didn’t do a good enough job cleaning up the counters. She’s off today, why’d you call her in?”
“Maggie is sick.” Deter explained. “She was up all night pop, didn’t ma tell you?” Fredreich waved his hands letting out a frustrated “eh” sound, and walked away from Deter to check the freezer and how much they had left before his new shipment came in. “We need her help Pop..”
“Yeah, fine. But don’t let her stay too long, I don’t want to hear from labor board that I overwork people.”
“You kind of do…” Deter chuckled.
“Mein sonne if you are going to stand there, help me double check these boxes, and get the ovens preheated, your mutteralready worked on the loaves earlier, and they’re ready to bake soon. Go! Go!” Fredreich was a bit hyper and his blood pressure was already rising. “I love your mutter dearly, but I don’t need her to be a bitch today, like yesterday..” Deter rolled his eyes, and left his father with checking the stock and went to preheat the ovens. As promised the pastries and bread were already made, and ready to bake. But there was only enough for the first three hours or so of the day. Double checking the time he left the kitchen and started to sweep and wipe the counters down again, and started up the coffee pots. It was a waffle house, but a waffle house wasn’t a waffle house without the smell of maple syrup and fresh coffee.
Outside the Waffle House, Waffle House back entrance, Employee Area
Abigail groaned as she pulled her bike along the street parking in front of the Waffle House. Already irritated from the end of her night DJing, she was cold, tired and in no mood to be kind and sweet to customers that bark at her for coffee and to turn the news up on the television. But she had no choice. If Maggie was sick she had to go in. Locking up her motorcycle she rubbed her eyes a moment looking in at the already well lit Waffle House. She hoped that Berta was in, at least Berta understood that she had more than this job, and understood that she worked long nights. Berta often made sure there was an extra apron and toiletries for Abby when she came in. Abby had come in on more than one occasion, right after a long night at the clubs. She saw Deter walking in and out of the kitchen cleaning, but there was no sign of Berta Pohl, not yet.
“Damn..” she whispered, her body slowly beginning to ache. “All right, get a cup of coffee, and you can get through this. It’s only another eight hours…” With that said she head into the back entrance of the restaurant where she was immediately greeted by Fredreich.
“Good morning!” he said in a bright way. Noticing the state of her he grunted. “What is this, you come to work looking like that?”
“I’m sorry Mr. Pohl, I came straight here from working.” Fredreich waved his hand to stop her.
“Excuses are no good here!” he began, then started grumbling in German. “You look like a whore! My workers must look clean and tidy. You work for Fredreich’s! What do we do here Abigail?” he then continued in German his hands moving to his passionate words, which she was certainly not ready for at four thirty in the morning. After the great speech was over, which reminded her of a politician’s attempts to invigorate the people, she acted as one in such a crowd would, over passionate and zealous.
“You’re absolutely right, sir!” she said. “Now, I’ll go clean up and do my best to make you, my boss, very proud..” with that said she walked away from him, inwardly cringing and seething from his comment about looking like a whore. She locked herself in the employees bathroom, which was just outside of Fredreich’s office, and paced a bit. Leaning over the sink she took in a few slow and steady breaths, then washed her face of the night’s long hours. After washing her face, she continued to clean herself up a bit before slipping on the cute little Dutch looking apron over her DJing outfit, and inwardly hoped that none would see her and recognize her.
What the hell are you worried about.. she thought scolding herself. The Tongue is in downtown, why would anyone from there come uptown? she smirked some looking at her fully cleaned face and removed her snake bites. She was not allowed to wear them when she worked here. She also removed her rings, but kept her bracelets on, then slipped off her cuff earrings and left her first and second earrings in, since they were simple studs and she left her septum in however, it was small and barely noticeable. As she was about to step out she could hear Deter on the phone in his father’s office.
“Ma, Abby is opening this morning and she just got out from her other job… ja” suddenly she heard a little knock on the door. “Abby, the cupboard next to the sink, third shelf.” Blinking a few times, Abby sees a pair of her washed faded jeans and a long sleeved black ribbed shirt. Sighing with relief she went to say thank you, but Deter was already gone.
Restuarant Main Entrance
The restaurant was already starting to smell like maple syrup, and Deter was in the middle of making the pancake and waffle batter. Fully changed and feeling a little more comfortable, she went to walk over to Deter as she tied the apron in front of her, her hair up in the uniform bun.
“Deter…” she started, but he turned away from her and Fredreich handed her a sheet of paper.
“Today’s specials, write on the board please!” Fredreich said. Abigail nodded taking hold of the paper. Looking up at the cleaned chalk board where the specials were posted, she grabbed the chalk and the stepping stool. Climbing up she studied the paper then started to write the specials down one by one.
Apple Stuffed French Toast
Kielbasa and cheese stuffed Pierogies with mushrooms and onions
Kielbasa Omlet served with Pierogies and Potato Bread
The Lone Ranger: Western style omlet with ham, kielbasa, peppers and onions and tex-mex cheese blend with bread baked beans homefries
Belgian Apple Pie: Belgian Waffle with fried apples and strudel served with whipped cream and a scoop of ice cream
Berta’s Brunch: Serves 4 Strudel Pastry, fruit, cheese, potato bread, Vienna sausage
Kali held her raised eyebrow before then hearing Pandora perk up with a response, although not the response she expected Kali shrugged it off and then turned to look at the two cars in front of them. “Wow, looks like someone’s gonna get a ticket…” She laughed to herself and then turned back to her girls and shook her head at Simone’s actions.
“Crazy girl, I swear. I’m going to get you a yoga ball… just you watch.” Kali winked at her and Pandora before then turning to Ame who looked lost in her own world. “You alright, hun?” Kali asked. And just before she could hear her response Pandora yelped in excitement.
“She’s a sex fiend. I knew it!” Kali howled with laughter and wiped her eye before the tear ran down her face. It was then her entire expression changed as Pandora began to look at her and Ame.
“She does know the waffle house is 10 miles away, right?” Kali shrugged and sighed tiredly.
By this time Pandora had ushered Ame over and had begun to wave down a cab. And just as it pulled up she pushed Simone in and looked back at Ame to see if she had followed suit in climbing in before then looking around and spotting Kali.
“Pancakes and waffles await, my ladies. And I’m buying. Kali, you taking your car or you riding with us?” Pandora asked with excitement. Kali smirked at the two cars in front of the bar and whirled around to look at her gal pal. “Uh, no, Imma take my car. I’ll be good.” Smiling softly she winked at her and watched as Pandora waved bye, told her to be careful and to text if needed before the cab sped off in the direction of the Waffle House.
End scene for the Ladies at The Poisoned Tongue- Thread Change to Waffle House-
Streets of Uptown Seattle
It was rounding 4:30 pretty quickly, and by the time Kali had gotten into her car she had already glanced back at the bar as if something was happening inside, a number of times. “Probably just my imagination” She thought to herself.
With everything that had transpired during the night she had completely forgotten her recent argument with her husband, and instantly it replayed in her head.
Flashback
Kristian looked over to her while he grabbed the plane ticket from the dresser drawer. “Is there no other way I can get you to change your mind, I know my way around an office and can be pretty persuasive…” Kali had said to him. He had heard enough of her words, this business meeting needed his sole attention if it was going to be successful and with her there he wouldn’t be able think clearly, her scent now almost made him want to strip and take her there and then, but this negotiation was one that had been held off for too long.
He needed to be clear that this was not a meeting for her to involve herself in and being soft on her would get her nowhere. He proceeded away from the dresser. ” I said no and that is the end of this discussion… Kali!.” He looked at her for a mere moment as she crossed her arms, pouting and growing angrier by the second. “I have a right to go with you if I want to, you can’t force me to stay here Kristian.”
Ugh.This woman was impossible to work with. His palm began to twitch and before he thought better of it he placed his hands on her cheeks and held her gaze. “All I want is your happiness and safety, but I need to go to this meeting on my own.”
As the words left his lips he half-smiled and walked away from her, gathering the last few things before opening the door. He stood still for a moment as she finally wished him a safe flight and then he closed the door.
End of Flashback
Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House Parking lot
Finally veering the final street corner sharply Kali sighed and swerved into a parking spot before finally thrusting her car into park. “God… what the fuck is wrong with me?” Kali sighed heavily just as she had at the bar and face-wheeled. Instantly her windshield wipers turned on and she yelped, springing her body back against her seat and hitting her head hard against the wheel yet once again. “Fucking shit… are you serious?”
Five minutes had passed on and she had rubbed her head a number of times before relaxing herself in her seat and waited for her girls, and then grabbing her phone before sending out a mass text to her girls, Abby included, that she had arrived at the Waffle House. “Hey loves… I’m here. See you soon. XoXo- Kali Grey.”
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 10, 2014 06:09PM
Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
“If it’s one thing I hate about taxi cabs. It’s the fact you usually end up in the wet spot.” Simone groaned, as she felt something slimy under her gold hot pants. “Not to mention it smells worse than the PT men’s toilets in here. Ugh.” She unclipped her clutch and took out a small air freshener and gave it a few squirts, trying to kill off the horrid smell. How did she know about the Men’s toilet at the Poisoned Tongue, you might ask? You may not want to know.
Arriving at the Waffle house, Simone was one of the first to pile out, checking her ass with her free hand to see just what she sat in. Whatever it was, it was funky. Grimacing, she looked at the other girls before sighing. “My ass is wet for all the wrong reasons.” Not waiting, she headed into the Waffle house to go to the ladies’ loo to clean herself up, if that was at all possible. She would throw in her share for the cab later, though she felt more like she should get a refund.
In the ladies loo, she managed to get some paper towels, and started to clean off the back of her pants, as the filtered german music was playing. The room was so..so..German. With scenes on the walls in murals like the set to the Sound of Music. It was actually irritating. Once she got the soil stain off her pants, Simone went about fixing her face and her hair…again. Perhaps she was a touch vain, but could you blame here with her looks. Pleased with the end result, she took out her lipstick and scrawled a message on the glass mirror over the vanity. She then blew herself a kiss, before taking up her purse, and going out to the main part of the restaurant, to see where the girls were sitting.
The message on the mirror;
“Every woman needs a man that smears her lipstick, and not her mascara.”
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 10, 2014 06:17PM
The Poisoned Tongue- Bar
Alex turned to Julian before pushing him against the bars wall, kissing him firmly and laughing into his lips. “That was close…” Julian cringed in surprise at the sudden kiss and laughed awkwardly. Here they were, in the bar, alone. Julian took a deep breath before turning back to the door and then towards Alex again. “So, what do you say?” Alex’s brow rose at Julian’s question. “Yea..,” Alex knew Julian was talking about the famous waffle house uptown. Alex licked his lips at the thought of the delicious food they served. “I’m game…” Julian winked and slid from under Alex’s pinning position and began making his way to the door. “Come on then.”
Alex blinked and then turned to look as Julian began motioning him to follow. “And how do you expect to get out of here? It’s locked, remember?” He smiled and crossed his arms waiting for Julian’s smart ass remark. Alex’s feet shifting to and fro as he drew closer to where Julian stood waiting.
“Well you see,” Julian began to thrust his arms forward as he began to explain. “I was hoping you could, you know. Show me that neat parlor trick you did in the bathroom.” He winked at Alex. Alex smiled and laughed at this. “Cute, but my ‘parlor trick’ is no trick. It’s more of a gift. And besides… if I was going to show you a trick, it’d be in bed.” Alex looked into Julian’s eyes and winked before grabbing a hold of Julian’s arm and dragging him with him, towards the door and straight through it.
The Poisoned Tongue- Sidewalk
“So, we can take my car, and I can–” Julian had begun to explain before Alex cut him off. “No, it’s alright, I’ll take my car, it’s just a scratch.” They both looked at each other slightly confused before exchanging numbers and parting ways.
“Bet you I’ll make it there before you.” Julian texted Alex. And not a second after… the race was on. Julian jumped into his car, thrust it into drive and took off down the road, his destination… Fredreich’s.
Streets of Uptown Seattle
Alex watched as Julian sped off, dazed and confused as to why he instantly saw the flash of his cellphone and a small buzzing noise escaped the speaker. *bing* “Bet you I’ll make it there before you.” Oh it was so on. Alex smiled widely, hopped into his car and pushed his foot on the gas shortly after placing it in drive and swerved in the direction of Fredreich’s. His hand fiddling with his phone as he then quickly sent a reply back to Julian. “Yea, good luck stud… this is one game I’m not about to lose.” He smirked and laughed before placing his hand back on the wheel and looking ahead of him, trying to focus on the cross streets in case their was a way to possibly shortcut it.
*bing*Julian’s phone binged with a new message from Alex. . “Yea, good luck stud… this is one game I’m not about to lose.” Julian smiled at the text message and raised a brow. “He’s flirting with me…” Julian thought to himself.
A small laugh escaped his lips as he then came to a stop at a light and began speed texting a reply back to Alex. “Let’s get straight to the point here… I like you, you like me. If I win, I get to go back to your place and we have dinner later tonight. I mean… not that we’ll be eating, of course.” Julian sent the text and laughed before turning around to see if Alex had caught up to him. He hadn’t and just as Julian looked back in front of him the light had turned green, he dropped his phone and took off once more.
Alex sighed and looked ahead of him as he turned left at the fork in the road and smiled finally having found a shortcut. His smile came all too soon, because as soon as he was down the street he hit a light. Instantly his phone vibrated and sent off the same noise it had again. “Julian.” Alex thought with a straight smile on his face.
“Let’s get straight to the point here… I like you, you like me. If I win, I get to go back to your place and we have dinner later tonight. I mean… not that we’ll be eating, of course.” Alex let out a howl of a laugh at the text and instantly replied with ease.
“Sounds like a plan… I don’t mind dinner with you, I had fun last night.,” Alex smirked and let out another small laugh before continuing to reply. “But, in regards to the not eating part… we’ll see, if you really wanna play this game with me, you’d do best to keep in mind. I’m the devil in disguise.” Send. Alex nodded to himself and then put his hand back on the wheel before finally moving forward to find a place to park in front of the Waffle house.
Julian cringed as the time frame grew to a close. He knew he was just down the street, and just as he veered the final corner, there it was. Fredreich’s. And of course, he should have known. “Bloody hell!” Julian thought to himself. Alex had beaten him. He let out a small sigh of disappointment before then pulling up behind Alex and jumping out of his after parking it. “Good game…” Julian smiled as Alex had slowly gotten out of the car. “Yea, maybe next time…” He winked at Julian and laughed before clicking send on his latest text.
“Even though you lost, dinner sounds great.” Julian heard the *bing* noise from his phone and began reading the text from Alex. A smile crossing his features as he looked up and followed after Alex who had already made his way inside the diner. “Whoah, hey… wait up.” Julian laughed and spoke out and reached for the handle, entered the diner after Alex and looked around the place before extending his hand out to Alex… waiting to see if he’d take it so they could find their seat somewhere and wait to be asked about their meal for the day.
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 13, 2014 06:40AM
Waffle House – Sidewalk Curb
The ride in the cab was interesting to say the least. Simone complained about everything from the smell of the car to the crud on the seats. She was right of course, but Pandora wasn’t about to let her know that. Her head would swell bigger then a balloon filled with helium.
The cab screeched to a halt outside the waffle house and the cabbie turned and glared at Simone as she practically tumbled from his car, still complaining.
“Crazy drunk whore!” he yelled. Pandora glared and slapped a hand over his bare forearm so that he could feel the unusual burn her touch caused.
“Call her a whore again and I’ll rip your lungs out and barbecue them.” she glared. She tossed a couple of twenties in his face before slipping from the cab, slamming the door behind her as she did. Not wasting a second, the cabbie stomped on the gas and drove away in a squeal of tires, leaving behind tracks on the road and the smell of burning rubber.
Pandora turned in time to see Simone yank open the door to Fredreich’s with more force then necessary and beeline to the ladies room. Pandora, noticing the hours posted for opening, sighed. Following along at a more calmer pace, she noticed both the owner and his wife standing at the counter. The smells of baking breads and such permeated the restaurant and caused her stomach to rumble in appreciation.
“Fred, Berta…I am sorry for us barging in so early. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be open yet.” Pandora, who held great respect for the Pohl’s, as unusual as it seemed, apologized on behalf of her friend.
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 13, 2014 07:17AM
Waffle House – Just outside the Ladies Loo
Simone emerged refreshed and clean, only to notice that there weren’t too many clients.
“Wow Fred, business must be really slow, huh?” Completely oblvious to the fact that they arrived an hour before the usual opening time. Course, Simone managed to pick up on what Pandora had just said and the apology about “Simone” entering before hours, and Simone rolled her eyes.
“They love us. I always get the He man hungry man special, right Fred?” Simone said, flicking back her hair, as her cellphone vibrated in her clutch. “Well, at least someone wants me. Hello, this is Simone…” Her voice trailed off as she went to sit at the girl’s usual booth. After a few minutes of one sided conversation that comprised of “Shut Up!”….”The nerve..”..”So how big was his dick?”….and lastly..”I think you dated Franken-Cock.”, Simone finally hung up from her call, and put her cell phone away, only to reach for the menu on the table and start perusing the choices.
“I don’t feel like a He man this morning. Hmm…what to have…what to have?’ Simone simply couldn’t decide, and slapped down the menu, wondering what was taking the others so long. Absently, she sung out to Pandora;
“Dicks…why can’t they all be the same size? By the sounds of it, this guy Erica dated had one the same size as Mister Ed’s. Hello? Fucking a guy with a huge dick, is like trying to scale Mount Everest and only getting to Base camp one.”
Erica Stanton was one of Simone’s more…obnoxious friends. One would only hope she didn’t fancy waffles at five am.
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 13, 2014 04:46PM
Waffle house- Booths
Alex had accepted Julian’s hand and was instantly dragged off into the direction of one of the homey-looking booths. Alex was the first to slide in and then looked up at Julian with a questionable gaze and offered him a seat beside him before then watching his expression change from a frown to a smile, Julian shook his head and sat across from Alex and turned his head to the right, placed his arm on the table, elbow up and began biting his thumb nail. “So tell me…” Alex broke the awkward silence between them and smiled while laughing, Julian turned to look at him with an expression that said ‘Hmm?’ “How is it you were able to drive so well, and so fast might I add… when you were ‘supposedly’ drunk?” Julian curved his lips into a smile before placing both arms flat on the table, one against the other as he patted his hands in a rhythm and responded almost instantly. “I have this great ability, it’s called…. Immunity to being realistically drunk.” Alex almost howled with laughter before spotting the owner of the diner, and with his elbow now propped up he gave him an awkward wave and smiled. Julian turned just then, possibly after seeing Alex wave to someone. Probably out of slight jealously, but when he noticed who Alex had waved at Julian let out a small laugh before waving to the Fredreich.
“Yo, Freddy, how’s it going man?” He waved him down and smiled, wondering if the man had remembered him from his visits at the diner with his mother. “You know the owner?” Alex questioned before then leaning back in his seat. Julian shifted his body around and nodded before watching a woman sweep herself out of the ladies room. “And look what the cat dragged out…” Julian smirked and eyed the woman who’d he caught the name of from the bar.
“Right on cue” Alex had said, and as he had said it Julian then turned over to see the one and only Pandora enter the diner. “How did you know she was coming in?” Julian asked. “I just had a feeling… plus, you honestly think these girls leave each others side?” Alex smiled and then turned to look at the way Julian had mulled over the question. “Honestly, no. I don’t think they do. But I have to wonder where that other woman is…” He furrowed his brow and instantly snapped his fingers as he remembered the name. “Kali!” He had said a bit too loudly. Alex brought his hand to his face and shook his head at the display of Julian’s tone of voice.
“Keep it down… you just went from being as quiet as a mouse to as loud as an elephant.” Julian winced as if the comment had heard, he placed his hand on his heart and began to display an act of being hurt. “Alright, alright… Chill out.” Alex placed his hands in front of him. “So, did you really act drunk?” Alex asked. “Well, to be honest… I wasn’t exactly lying to you in my text.”
It was finally Alex’s turn to blush, and as he did so he leaned over the table and stared intently into Julian’s eyes before everything in the restaurant grew quiet. “Why don’t we figure out what we’re going to eat for breakfast…” Alex closed in proximity and moved his arm from the table to brush against Julian’s cheek, his firm, strong hands guiding along his jawline before holding him by his chin and pulling him for a warm and lustrous kiss. One filled with complete mystery, want and hidden intent. Julian blinked at the sudden boldness displayed in the diner, his stomach already craving for the wondrous bread and food alike that filled the air with it’s glorious smells. But now, this man, Alex. Had kissed him, a full frontal assault to his lips and in that moment Julian whimpered and submitted to Alex’s will and lips. His mouth had been overtaken by such seeming ferocity that made his stomach cave. It took everything in Julian’s body to keep himself still and not hop over the table to push himself onto Alex and further the kiss. But by the time Alex had finished and relaxed back in his seat, everything on Julian’s face said ‘wait’…’come back’…’I want more…’ But instead Julian pushed himself back onto the booths seat and began flipping through the menu to figure out what he’d wanted for breakfast, all while stealing looks at Alex and waiting for someone to come to their booth.
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
January 19, 2014 04:12PM
Fredreich’s Waffle House
Apple Stuffed French Toast
Kielbasa and cheese stuffed Pierogies with mushrooms and onions
Kielbasa Omlet served with Pierogies and Potato Bread
The Lone Ranger: Western style omlet with ham, kielbasa, peppers and onions and tex-mex cheese blend with bread baked beans homefries
Belgian Apple Pie: Belgian Waffle with fried apples and strudel served with whipped cream and a scoop of ice cream
Berta’s Brunch: Serves 4 Strudel Pastry, fruit, cheese, potato bread, Vienna sausage
“Yoo hoo!” she heard the jolly voice of Berta Pohl sounding from the kitchen. “Mein sonne aren’t those breads in the oven yet? We have to open soon! Oh my, oh my it is quite chilly outside…” she shook her head as she finished up her writing of the daily specials on the chalk board. The writing was slow because she had to make sure the writing was neat, legible and precise. Just as her boss would want it. She could hear bickering between the married couple in German and could not help but smirk a bit. She was beginning to die down. Her energy lowering with each passing second. She needed a cup of coffee, desperately. She suddenly felt her phone buzzing in her back pocket, but if she was caught checking it in the middle of the restaurant, Fredreich would have her hide.
“Yoo hooo!” she heard Berta calling. Turning her head she could see the woman peeking out at her from behind the pick up window for the waitresses. “Yoo hoo Abby!” she called out, her heart shaped face already a bit red from the kitchen and her thick hair tied in a large, long braid. Abby smiled to her and waved back. Suddenly Berta’s smile faded as she started talking to her husband once more, and the bickering in German continued. As she started to step down from the stepping stool she almost lost her balance. Just as quickly as she heard the bell from the door open, she felt a gust of wind rush past her. Being tired she almost fell, but her shadow darted out behind her keeping her from falling, and her feet landed on the floor with a hard thud. Berta and Fredreich stood near the open counter studying sheets of the inventory and talking amongst themselves. Abigail looked from where she stood toward the female figure that suddenly disappeared in the woman’s loo and shook her head blinking a few times.
Deter walked over to her with a soft smile. “You all right?” she nodded slowly, closed up the stool and went to put it away. Suddenly she heard the bell again. Walking further into the back hallway she heard a muffled woman’s voice:
“Fred, Berta…I am sorry for us barging in so early. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be open yet.” she wasn’t sure who it was, but she vaguely recognized the voice. A regular, must be a regular.
“Oh deary, that’s all right, have a seat!” Berta was saying. “Welcommen, welcommen!” Next came the voice of another female. She walked into the kitchen where she was greeted by Deter once more, who held a bread basket out to her filled with fresh baked white bread, potato bread and breakfast rolls as well as Berta’s homemade jam and marmalade and whipped butter as well as maple butter.
“The girls that just came in, are regulars. It’s a little early, but set this down for them, they’re usually here a long time.” Deter explained. “Can you bring this out to them? Table nine.”
“Wow Fred, business must be really slow, huh?” she heard the muffled speech. Looking over to table nine she blinked and pressed her back against the wall. They were at the club. How could she not know who they were at the club. She knew there was a reason she kept looking them over at the club. She knew them from somewhere, how could she have forgotten? She inwardly cursed, and Deter studied her carefully.
“Something wrong?”
“No… no. I’ll take this out.” she said carefully. Taking hold of the basket of fresh bread and jams she slowly heads out of the kitchen. Breathing in slowly she puts on her “best waitress smile” then walks over to the girls, then noticed two gentleman were also seated in a booth nearby.
“Dicks…why can’t they all be the same size? By the sounds of it, this guy Erica dated had one the same size as Mister Ed’s. Hello? Fucking a guy with a huge dick, is like trying to scale Mount Everest and only getting to Base camp one.” the female in hot pants said. It took everything she had to not laugh at the comment. She then slowly cleared her throat placing the bread down with two plates.
“I’ll be right with you.” she said over to the two gentleman who were very much engaged in one another. Then turned her attention to the girls. “Welcome to Fredreich’s original waffle and pancake house. Here is some fresh bread for you, just got out of the oven, and Berta’s special jam and marmalade. Can I get you lovelies anything?” she asked her gentle voice sweet and chipper despite her exhaustion. Inwardly she prayed the two women would not recognize her from the club. She did not want it to be well known that she worked here and was also a DJ. Some people frowned upon DJs, and had a tendency to judge her. Out the corner of her eye she watched Berta lay down a basket of fresh bread for the two gentlemen.
“Very chilly this morning isn’t it? ” she asked in her jolly voice. “Thank you for coming to my waffle house, are you coming in from a long night? What can I get you boys?”
Abigail envied the woman. She couldn’t help but wonder if Berta got juiced in the morning with some hyped up drug to be so chipper. She smiled sweetly to the two women waiting to hear what they would like.
Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
February 14, 2014 07:52PM
Fredreich’s Original Pancake House Parking lot
It took not even 10 minutes before he finally reached Fredriech’s Waffle House. The outside didn’t look all that great compared to rest of upper Seattle, but the employees put passion into what they served their customers, which is one thing that Kristian loved about his food. It wasn’t long before he found a place to park his car in the parking spots, it was right next to another car like his, almost similar looking to Kali’s. Grabbing his wallet, Kristian exited his driver side door and clicked in the button attachment on his keys to lock the car. Without the tint on his window, he could now see that this was his partner’s car. She too must have come here to eat. However last he heard she was out with her friends clubbing. It made him wonder if that trouble-maker Pandora was hanging around here somewhere, or even worse…Simone. As the car door opened slightly, his eyebrow raised, and then suddenly figured she must have just parked as well. Before Kali even had a chance to open the door, his fingers gracefully reached for the separate handle and apprehended her door open, detaining her from doing it herself. “Well, I did not expect you to be here Mrs. Grey.” He smirked, and waited for her to exit the vehicle before he would close the door softly. The interior of her car was almost as fancy as his, but his unexploited the smell of perfume.
Relax don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
I’m coming
I’m coming-yeah
Relax don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don’t do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
For such a large hulk of a man to be so gentle with a woman like IIyra is a sight that would melt the hardest heart. With her eyes brimming with tears, Tagor slowly untied her dress ties, without taking his eye off hers. Letting the fabric fall to the floor like liquid silk. Now, you would think the first thing on his mind was to rut, which was normal for Njada men, but this time instead, he bent and picked up IIyra and carried her to the furs, laying her down gently in the center. From here, he laid down beside her, not on top. From here, he started to run his calloused hand across her shoulder, down and over each bosom, exploring her with the lightest of touches. There was no kneading, or pinching, just the gentle sweep of his hand. He propped himself up, so that he could gaze upon her fully; capturing her reactions and hearing her breath a sigh.
Njada men did not do this. Not by custom, but deep within their own nature, they had the capability to show such love for a woman, more so than to treat her as an object of lust and to carry young. IIyra had brought this need out of Tagor, to show her such affections.
Feeling a sense of peace overtake her, Ilyra stood still as Tagor reached for the ties of her dress, her eyes on his. The material slipped to the ground at her feet with barely a whisper of sound. She had prepared herself for the roughness of their joining. What she was not expecting was for Tagor to scoop her into his arms and carry her to their furs. He placed her gently in their center before joining her, not on top of her but beside her. Well this was certainly different then his usual behavior.
He ran his large and calloused hand across the skin of her shoulder and down over her chest, exploring her body with feather-light touches that raised goosebumps along her flesh. There was no roughness, no pinching, no biting. It was as if he had discovered something new about her and was savoring each moment.
He had propped himself up on his free arm so that he could stare at her, catching her reactions to his touch.
At the first touch of his hand, her heart had stuttered in her chest. His touch electrified her, causing her to tremble. As he traversed her skin, she couldn’t help the small moans and breathless sighs that teased past her lips.
Shyly, her own hand reached upward to touch his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin, lovingly. She ran her hand upward over his cheekbone, to his forehead, mapping his strong brow. Down the bridge of his nose, across his lips, which he kissed as they moved over him. Down his neck and across his broad shoulders. She felt a deep scar there, thick and rigid and decided to ask about it at a later time. Down his chest, over his pectoral muscles, brushing gently across his nipples and through the sparse hairs of his chest.
Gulping, for she’d never voluntarily had done anything of the sort, she ran her hand down his body and over his rigid manhood. She made an “O!” of surprise at how soft it felt. And it had been inside of her body. The thought of it made her flush with heat. She reluctantly released him and continued exploring the rest of his body, her hand moving down his thigh, the furthest point she could reach without moving away from him, before she let her hand follow the same path upward toward his back. The rounded globes of his arse were a temptation she couldn’t ignore and she gave them a light caress before she released him.
Her gaze was caught by his and she inhaled sharply, seeing the love he felt for her shining in their depths.
“Tagor.” she whispered, the emotions she was feeling making her skin glow with her own light. Was this love? Is this what she was feeling? She took a moment to examine it and found that, yes, she was in love with this man. Was it only yesterday she was tied to a pole and ready to be sold? How could love happen so quickly?
She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head…
“Love sets no time limits, has no set day, doesn’t conform to the standard practices and rituals involved. When it happens, it simply is. You cannot run from it…you cannot fight it. To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world. **Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.**
Her hand stopped at the back of his neck, brushing lightly over his skin as she waited. She was so unsure of what to do and was counting on him to lead her in the right direction.
Njada men are traditionally very set in their ways. To them, sex had two purposes; one to be as a release for their lust, and the second to produce young. There was no time for intimacy, or just sharing with another the simple pleasures of touching. What Tagor had set out on, when he laid his woman down on the furs, was a chance to not only explore her body with his hands, but allow her to do the same. Normally this was simply not done. Women were either held down, and mounted, or encouraged not to touch, unless advised too.
Tagor found a sense of wonderment in watching IIyra’s skin glow with a magical aura as his hands passed over her skin. Though rough and calloused from combat and labour, he was still able to show a gentleness that could not be imagined. The Njada leader’s eyes reflected the candle light as he withdrew his hand from IIyra and found that she had now worked up the courage to touch him. Tagor actually found her soft and delicate hands to be extremely pleasurable. Like electricity shooting through him as she let her fingers wander, and explore every scar and ever bump of his skin. He even had to suppress a light chuckle when she gasped at handling his girth. It was one thing to experience in mating what it felt like to have his member pushed inside her folds, but quite another to be handling it; stroking it lovingly. Tagor was of size, it was without question, and when they did join together, it had to be done gently at first, for he was simply so large he could easily hurt her.
Keeping his hands to himself as she continued to let her fingers dance across his skin, was becoming increasingly difficult, but he kept himself under control, till the point where she was so aroused from their play that she would want his touch again. Sure enough that would come, as her fingers lightly stroked the back of his neck. Eyes imploring him to lead the way. She was so accustomed to being used just for pleasure for the male, not for her own sake.
“My love.” Her voice was whisper soft, as she gazed into his eyes, and he returned this by smiling at her fondly.“IIyra…treasured.” Tagor growled, though his tone was not aggressive, just how it sounded when it reverberated off his chest. Now that they were discovering each other, he decided that they would continue this, only in a manner that would lead them both to sexual fulfillment. Long ago, one of his slaves from the spice nations, had shown Tagor a few positions from a book called the Kama sutra. He gently rolled IIyra onto his stomach, however her back would face his chest, and her buttocks would be resting upon his lower stomach. Using his large hand, he parted her legs so in effect she was straddling him, but he moved his thick member in between her legs, so with its natural curve it now sat plump against her folds. The point of this was, as they both started to move, his member would tease her clit, by sliding up and between, while him being on his back, he had access to touching her breasts at will. The more aroused that IIyra became, the easier it would be to have her mount from this position, propping herself up with her palms, whilst her bottom would roll and turn as it rested on his stomach. It was both a way of being close, without the bulk of Tagor upon her, and also gave her the chance to be well lubricated from the stroking play before hand. Tagor took to task and began to lift his hips ever slightly, enough to have his member slide against her sensitive lips, while tilting her head with his free hand, so he could steal a kiss as she had her face partially towards his. It was something new, and ideal to help her learn that she too deserved pleasure from their lovemaking.
He had called her his treasure. She supposed that was true for the only love she’d ever known was of her parents and sister. But that was a lifetime ago and there was no use dwelling on things that could not be. This was her purpose in life now, to be a proper mate to the man who had, in a sense, saved her very existence. If she was his treasure, then he was her salvation.
Laying on his back, he nudged her body over his, moving her around until she was straddling his stomach and facing his feet. His thick member was pressed against her womanly folds, warm and pulsing and she gasped at the sensation. His hands wrapped around her hips and held her as he slowly canted his hips upward, sliding against her moistening heat. Her eyes slid closed and her head fell back against her shoulders, her hair lightly brushing against his chest as it flowed behind her. He caught her lips in a kiss that set her soul aflame with desire.
Her skin glowing, her body throbbing, she moaned lightly as her hips rolled over his. There was something about this that seemed instinctual, though she’d never been the initiator of sex before. It was as if this was something her body already knew how to do, despite the newness of it. She slid forward against him, then back until the head of him was set to press inside of her. She inhaled sharply at the feel of him, poised at her entrance. And how she wanted him with every fiber of her being.
She rose upward a fair bit and slid down slowly, feeling the press of him against her. She wanted this…wanted him. Her body vibrated over him and it seemed the universe held its collective breath to see what would happen next. She pressed down, feeling him press hard. There was a dull pain as she did this, but she didn’t let it stop her. Pain she was used to. Her body’s natural response acted as a lubricant and not even a moment more, with a slight pop, he was inside of her. She gasped, her eyes flying open, and if one were to look, they would see that her pupils were blown with desire and need. A low moan teased her lips. She paused in her movements, body straining to adjust to his thick girth. He was only a few inches within her and yet she felt every single inch of him as if he were fully seated. Her fingers were clenched in the meat of his thighs beneath her as her body slowly began to adjust, allowing him to slide into her inch by agonizing inch. He must have had the willpower of the gods to simply lay beneath and not just thrust forcefully into her and causing her irreparable harm.
When there was but a few inches left between her and the ultimate pleasure, she took fate into her hands and pressed down and hard. She cried out as he breached her fully, the light of her magic making her skin glow brightly. Her head fell forward, her shoulders shaking with suppressed need as she throbbed around him.
“Ussta ssinssrigg, ussta ssinssrin, ussta ssrig’luin.” (“My love, my desire, my need.”) she moaned, her voice taking on a husky quality never heard before. The glow of her light was bright and to anyone passing by their tent, it would look as if the fires had been banked high within.
Feminine instinct took over and Ilyra began to move her hips in a sensuous dance. Her body, long suppressed by her slavery, moved of it’s own accord, rotating over Tagor’s as she pressed her hands behind her against his chest. She moaned as she felt the press of his hard length against that spot within her that had her seeing stars. He allowed her to set her own pace, growing more and more comfortable with her own body and what it desired.
“Tagor…love me…” she breathed, her body straining for a release of not only body, but mind and soul. To be truly connected to her mate on the most intimate of levels.
Would he give her what she sought? Would he take his pleasure and not allow her to achieve her own? Or would it be a mutual release, design to connect them on a level neither had felt before.
The air was heavy with the magic leeching from her body, little pinpoints of light dancing around the tent and caressing against Tagor’s bronzed skin. It wasn’t painful, far from it. Every move she felt, he felt in return. It was as if he were seeing what she was seeing, feeling what she was feeling, as they were no longer two separate entities but one mind, body, heart and soul.
A light sheen of perspiration coated her skin as her passions ignited. She was breathless with feeling so much at once, she felt lost. His hands on her skin kept her anchored in the here and now. The tension she’d been dealing with for so long began to ebb away under his tender mercies.
Her cry was almost breathless, as her natural instinct brought her to move her body of its own accord. IIyra’s voice had a husky quality as she seized this new wave of desire, that was bringing her a feeling of euphoria she had never before known. She was doing well, accepting his girth a bit at a time, and slowly easing onto him. The pain and pleasure meshed together, while her body started the rhythmic hip rolling, only getting her lower and lower. Tagor grunted with pleasure at the feeling of tightness from her; muscles working to grip his shaft, while at the same time lubricated with her hot sex. But now IIyra wanted more. Not just for Tagor to lay there and be used, she wanted him to bring her more pleasure. He obliged, by licking his large digits, then reaching around as she gyrated. A single finger stroked between her lush folds, while his other free hand came to clamp over her right bosom. His hands were huge, and with the roughness of his skin against the suppleness of hers, the sensation would evoke a new wave of desire. Not hard kneading, for that was not needed. Tagor teased her nipple by pulling on it, and then cupping her breast, as another finger joined the first down between her legs. With the combined sensation of being stroked, along with his engorged member sliding in and out at a speed she controlled, this would be what bring IIyra to climax.
Her excitement at that moment, her moans and cries, as he pleasured her were only reawakening his own needs, and his hips started to lift off the furs, bouncing her a little. Tagor was incredibly strong, and probably didn’t know just how powerful he could be, but right now, he had a goal, and that was to have her scream his name; begging for more. She would be a Njada woman…and be proud.
When she felt the stroke of his fingers against the most intimate part of her, she gasped and panted. Grinding her body down on his, it seemed the woman within her was finally awake. This was true love-making. Not the fumbling she had to deal with to whomever paid for her favors for the night. This is what she’d been missing all those times; this feeling of floating euphoria.
As his fingers pleasures her, as his hand teased at her breast, she clenched tightly about him, her breath catching in her throat as the ultimate pleasure rolled through her like a tidal wave.
“Tagor!” She cried out loud, her entire body freezing in place as pleasure swept her away. Her breath left her in a long drawn out moan as her body welcomed him into her. She trembled violently in his grip, wanting to move away from him but wanting more from him at the same time.
Now would be the opportunity he’d been waiting for; to make her his completely. A strong and capable Njada woman.
Ilyra’s cry could not only be heard in the privacy of their tent, but also outside the tent. A cry so loud that it had many stop what they were doing. The mate of Tagor had become full Njada, experiencing the wonders of a full orgasm. Tagor held her still as she froze upon him, her long wail like music to his ears. It was rare to hear a woman make such sound, and she was trembling so violently, he knew of how to finish.
Gently he rolled her onto her side, and the large Njada warrior moved in behind her. Making sure she was comfortable, as she came down from the dizzying highs. He brushed back her angelic white hair from her neck, taking his time, as he positioned himself in behind her. Tagor murmured into her hair as he lined the head of his still hard member to her dripping folds, and then eased himself in a bit at a time. With one leg draped over both of hers, he held her in place, and then started to slowly move his hips, pushing himself in and out as though savoring each moment he was inside her. Tagor wrapped an arm around her and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he made each hip thrust; a delicious grunting sound as he completed her. IIyra though having come herself, could feel an incredible closeness, the very love of this man as he bound her in his arms, protecting her and loving her all at once. He didn’t speed up, but kept the constant rocking, which was building as his size increased inside her. Finally, he was short of breath, and the last two hip thrusts came. He released a sound, that was muffled through her skin, much quieter than normal. Filling her and then continuing to hold her close to him, as the candles burnt brightly around them. Tagor’s hands wandered to her stomach, and there they lay.
They had not just mated, but made love. It was the beginning of their lives as a couple. The leaders of the Njada.
Out of breath, Ilyra simply floated on a sea of desire. So strong she felt like she could tackle any hardship thrown her way. She had truly survived for this moment. Tagor had figuratively torn her apart and put her back together as a whole new person. She did not want to let this feeling go.
She was aware of when he slipped slowly from her and she made a little sound of disappointment. It didn’t last long as he pulled her down beside him, spooning her from behind. She felt the brush of his hand in her hair, pulling the damp strands away from her neck as he pressed in close. He murmured something she didn’t catch as he eased himself into her once more. She moaned his name, pressing the back of her head against his shoulder, her eyes closed as he draped a large leg over hers. She shivered as he thrust into her still throbbing core, her overstimulated organs squeezing tight around him as this angle allowed him to go deep within her. His movements were slow and Ilyra couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness at this act.
He wrapped an arm around her, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck, his warm breath ghosting across her skin. Each thrust within her would be accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from him, causing her to moan and arch her back, meeting his thrust with one of her own. He neither moved too fast nor too slow, but a constant steady pace that kept her on edge for moments at a time.
His name, whispered on a sigh, as she felt him expand within her. He made a sound behind her, muffled against her skin as he finally reached his own peak, thrusting twice more before stilling, his body rigid against her back, throbbing within her and filling her with his seed. An answering throb from herself, her breathing synced in time with his own.
He didn’t release her from his embrace, nor did he remove himself from her body. His hands wandered to her stomach and remained in place. Her own small hands joined against his upon her stomach where their child slept in her womb, her fingers tangling with his, content for the first time in her adult life.
No words were spoken between them. None needed to be said.
What Ilyra hadn’t realized then, was that by the releasing of her magic inside of their tent, surrounding Tagor with her love and commitment, bonded him completely to her. She was his mate, yes, but the reverse was also true. As the father of her child, as the mate of a Winter Elf, the bond between them signified that Tagor would be unable to take another woman to his furs, no woman may touch him in return without causing himself and Ilyra some sort of pain. And if he were to die, she would die with him for elves could not bear to live without their bondmate.
She had been taken from her homeland before this was explained to her and she did not know of it.
It would be something they would discover together, most assuredly.
The new day dawned for the sleeping couple, who had enjoyed the closeness and warmth of each other throughout the cold of the night; wrapped within each other’s arms in the large pile of furs and cushions. Tagor was the first to stir as he could hear the sounds of a village coming to life, as many started their days early. Gently, Tagor eased himself from Ilyra as she lay sleeping soundly. She looked so utterly beautiful, her skin aglow and still warmed from being held. He placed a large fur across her body to maintain his warmth, as he rose to standing, and stretched himself out. The Njada chief was of course hungry after not eating a terrible lot at the feast, and he also needed to wash. There were special water gourds kept in the tents for bathing, and he strode over and picked one up, pouring water across himself, before picking up a special soap bar, that he rubbed himself vigorously with, before cleansing off with more water. A quick rub down with a large cloth, which he hung on a rope that ran across one of the roof sections, before going to get dressed in his pants and large belt, that covered a fair portion of his stomach. Later, he would ask IIyra to braid his long hair as it was customary for his mate to do so, but for now he would let her sleep.
Tagor now ready for the day, looked down at his pregnant mate, and smiled at her as she slept. She would wake up soon enough, and by then there would be slave girls to prepare her for the day. He would make sure of that. Sharma would still be out of action after defending IIyra against Marmut, and Tagor had plans to go pay her a visit later. But, first things first, and that was to tend to the horses, and also ride out to the scouting position to see what the neighboring clans were up too. If they had moved settlements into their lands or not. This was not uncommon, but the Njada did not take well to such things and there was usually disagreements that ended in violence, unless some sort of deal could be struck.
Heading out to the main horse enclosure, Tagor was met by one of his leading men, Bsar. They exchanged a handshake, gripping each other’s forearm, before going to mount their horses. Bsar asked. “You slept well, Tagor?” Tagor had a bit of a smug expression, and replied. “Mhmm…Mate very good to Tagor.” Both men laughed as they rode out to the scouting cliff.
The new day dawned bright and clear for the people of the Njada. As leader of their people, Tagor arose as the sun did, getting ready for his day. As he removed himself from her, she murmured something in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the furs, not waking.
She remained asleep long after he’d gone and only woke when the slave girls who tended her before the feast entered the tent, one shaking her gently awake.
Gray eyes met green and she sat up with a yawn, not bothering to pull the the furs up to cover herself.
“Good day, Ilyra. How did you sleep?”
“I slept well, Mija. Thank you.” Ilyra smiled as she climbed to her feet.
“You wish to see Sharma today?” Mija asked as she and Senji washed the evidence of Tagor and Ilyra’s lovemaking from her body and helped her dress for the day.
“I would, if that is all right.”
“She is asking for you. We will take you to her after you have broken your fast.”
“Agreed.” Ilyra nodded, moving to the platters of food they had brought with them.
Once she’d taken her fill, she was lead through the village, surprised when some of the younger children ran up to her and touched her gently before running off with giggles of delight. She looked at Mija in wonder.
“Word has spread you are true mate of Tagor, true Njada woman.”
“How do they know?”
“Several heard you and Tagor upon your furs.” Senji shrugged. Ilyra felt her face heat in extreme embarassement. “Do not be ashamed of this. It is proof you can provide for mate, proof that he need not seek furs of others for Tagor has pride in mate and family. No shame in that.”
It was the second time someone had told her not to be ashamed of what she had with Tagor. It seemed the Njada were a prideful people and by certain actions and deeds, proved their worthiness to the rest of the people. Ilyra would endeavor to overcome feeling ashamed of these things.
She was lead to Sharma’s side and spent some time with the young woman who had defended her with her life. She took time to use her magic to heal the worst of her bruises but the others would have to heal naturally. The medicine woman thanked Ilyra for her help with a smile to the young elf, stating that now Sharma would heal much faster and be back at Ilyra’s side in a few days time instead of a few weeks.
Letting the woman sleep, Ilyra rejoined Mija and Senji, who lead her around the village to show her how they lived. There were women who weaved baskets, women who made breads and meats, worked in the fields to harvest crops and those who took care of the young ones who couldn’t care for themselves. There were even elders who teached. It was a communal society where everyone worked together and no one was for themselves.
Surprising even the slaves, Ilyra offered to help where she could, in the fields with the other women and even learned the art of basket weaving. Using her magic, she fortified the baskets so they would last longer and even carry water and other liquids without losing a drop. In a way, she brought her own help and worthiness to the Njada people.
Face Claim: Hugh Grant
Quote (if any): “Money makes the world go round.”
Theme Song (if any): Money’s too tight to mention, by Simply Red.
DOB: 30th of September, 1979
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Hometown: London, United Kingdom
Current Residence: Seattle
Family: Baz and Mary Hines
Siblings (if any): Rory Hines, Jack Hines, Sissy Hines, Rianna Hines, Toby Hines, and Felicity Hines
Occupation: Curator, The Light Box Art Gallery.
Personality: Fun loving, easy going, ladies man, articulate, lazy, casual
Likes: The finer things in life; wealthy women, fine food, cars, travelling
Dislikes: Being told off, snobbery .
Marital Status: Single
Wheels/Weapons of Choice: E type Jaguar.
Abilities: Ability to get sponsors from the city’s wealthy widows and managing to keep all his affairs discrete from the other women he is swindling.
History/Bio/Intro: Youngest son of Baz and Mary Hines, he grew up in abject poverty always being the one to wear the hand me downs of his older siblings. His parents could not afford decent schooling, so he was taught at home, and grew up watching a lot of television. He fell in love with Bond films, and always tried to emulate his charismatic idol, James Bond. He soon had a knack for getting the ladies attentions, and became a toy boy for a rich aristocrat the widow Mrs Lewis, who left him enough money to start his dream and move abroad, where he soon was being invited to all the A listers parties. He wound up in Seattle and after dating a wealthy artist, Marianne Deshea, who died of lung cancer at the ripe age of 52, he was left with the Light Box art gallery, as it was her pride and joy in life. Knowing nothing about the art business, he head hunted Lucy Bardwell whilst on a trip to New York, and now with her help he runs the most well known Art gallery in Seattle.