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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 24, 2010 0:13:43 GMT -5
Ooc; This roleplay has no planned plot, no hint of a storyline and no limitation to who can join in. If you want to start roleplay your Verge Apartments character, you're more than welcome to start here. Peach is always available for a chat when someone needs it most. Get comfortable, get ready and jump right in!
Bic; Stepping in out of the cold and the dark, Peach shook out her long black hair. She usually hated winter and the cold it delivered, but this rain was loud and relentless - just how she liked it. Here in the middle of the city, the rain could last all night. She silently cursed the fact that she lived on the outskirts of town, trapped under dark clouds and wild wind. She loved the pitter patter of rain on the roof, the whoosh as puddles were driven through and after the rain was finished, she could get dirty with her dogs, running through mud and splashing in the puddles.
She sighed quietly and wiped her boots on the small brown rug placed inside the door. No one was around, which made sense. Most of her newest shifters would be out getting take-out or sleeping. It was only the third day since the building had been opened - they would still be getting used to everything. Perhaps she should have stocked the kitchen earlier.
No, it will have to wait until tomorrow. She thought to herself with a solid nod. I need to meet my newest tenants first. Now, where are they?
She cocked her head, listening for any telltale signs of life. She could hear someone shuffling around upstairs and someone else yawning a floor above that. To her left, she could hear the whir of machinery - probably a video game - and to her left, the boiling water in a kettle.
Knowing the danger of startling a stressed shapeshifter, she opted for showing that she was there first. In the center of the room, a small oak desk sat. A small bell sat next to the reception desks computer. She picked it up and shook it gently. Despite the softness of the movement, it shattered the quiet and rang out high and loud. Peach cringed at the noise, wishing she had installed something more modern.
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Post by Matteo De Luca on Jun 24, 2010 9:21:24 GMT -5
To Matteo, there was nothing more morbid than the coldest season of the year. The cool wind was bitter against his skin, nipping at his pores till they inflamed, causing irritation to trickle his arms and chest that were once the epitome of perfection that skin care treatments tried to achieve. Vivid warm hues such as the vibrant reds, and bright yellows, were erased from the world as a white sheet smothered itself onto every living thing, dimming everything around him. Perhaps the most distressing thing that winter brought was the lack of skin. As he covered his own body with layers of clothing, so did those around him - women hid their legs from the cold, and sheltered their body with coats that dared not to reveal flattering shapes; his light brown hues grew hungry for feminine figures, yet were starving all because of the coldest season of the year. The clouds above him seemed angry as they merged together and darkened the sky, the wind even more ferocious as it fought with his dark hair strands, both of them only causing him to grow more bitter by the minute. He was never a boy who loved the winter; while his siblings rushed outside at the first glance of a snowflake, he cuddled in front of the fire yearning for heat to flush his cheeks and remind him of warm summer days. Now, being able to shift into a lion, he knew he was far from both natural habitats. All he could do now was try his best to endure the long hours, and sit himself beside any heat source he may come across. It just so happened that the heater in his small cottage refused to help him when he desired it the most. Unlike other shape shifters who had been taken under the wing of Peach Greene, Matteo De Luca resided in a cottage not too far away from the apartments on which the shifter tenants called home. He had tried his best to be on his best behavior while he was there, however his reckless ways and drastic impulses got him kicked out of the apartments in a month. Not that Matteo found it displeasing, he actually preferred living in a home where his rules were the only ones to follow. Even though he had to admit that the company in the apartment was much more to his liking. As he opened the door to the reception, a piercing noise greeted him, causing him to shudder at the sound. A perfect entrance call one could have said sarcastically. " You know Peach, you should probably buy a bell that isn't so hard on the ears. Especially in place like this." His light brown hues travelled to the dark brunette belle, a smirk lighting up his chiseled face as he noticed that she too had cringed at the sound she had just just composed. " Hope you don't mind me hanging out here while my heater is being fixed. Can't stand the fugging cold." STATUS # Completed! FEATURING # Everyone WORD COUNT # 505 NOTES # Sounds good to me! CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 24, 2010 15:38:28 GMT -5
Eliza watched the raindrops fall from the sky, landing on the wet asphalt with a small pitter-patter. She didn't hate the cold, but she especially didn't like it. A cold wind stirred through the air, nipping at her sweater she was wearing. She yearned for the summer to come, where she could wear shorts and tank tops and nobody would care. She could run barefoot and it would be called casual. The noises of the city were everywhere. She could hear the loud, grinding talk of a machine. She could see huge, gray building with smoke towering above them. She could see the city lights flickering on and off, and the noises of cars followed her everywhere. She felt so weird being so close to actual humans. What if she snapped? She could erease the whole human species in one wild rage. She tucked a strand of hair back, and turned around. Even though it was in the dead of winter, she was still wearing her flip flops. She hated not being to show her body. She felt covered up. She couldn't even show off her arms, but then again, she didn't like it when people stared at her. Memories of her dad flooded over her. It had only been a couple days since she had sent him to the ER, and escaped to the new place she called home, where she blended in with all of the other freaks called shape shifters.
She reached a slender, tan hand out to the metal back door. She had been standing in the alley ways, watching the homeless wander by, lost in their own dizziness from drinking to much as they sulked by, some singing happy songs, others talking to themselves. Warm air hit her in the face like somebody had just punched her when Eliza opened the door. She could hear the crackling of the fireplace, and she could see Matteo and Peach talking. The noise of an odd, loud bell filled her ears. She cringed, sitting down in a chair. She felt tired and cold. The worst symptons EVER for her. She was usually bright and funny, but today she was just feeling gloomy. "I should be in Africa right now, with the other puma's and lions." She muttered to Peach, her eyes sparkling.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 24, 2010 19:50:51 GMT -5
Ic; Peach half-turned to her right, smiling at Matteo. It was a relief that she wasn't the only one affected by the shrill ring - for a second she had wondered if it was her sensitive ears that made it so bad. She steadied the little silver bell, stopping the resounding tone, and finished her turn. Her face darkened as she turned her back to the ceiling light, loose strands of hair caught the light, making a fuzzy halo over her head.
Peach cringed at Matteo's choice of words, chose to ignore the swearing. Any brash form of swearing irked her, but she knew she had to put up with it. Using words like that were just part of some peoples' personality.
"You know, I think I'll just install a door bell on the inside of the door. That'll be much easier," she said, smiling at her tenant. "As for hanging out here, that's fine. Just... Don't infuriate any rogue 'shifters. I don't want you to lose an eye. Oh hey, Eliza!" Peach watched the girl walk to a seat and sit down, muttering under her breath.
Although Eliza's quiet exchange made Peach want to laugh, she restrained herself and nodded thoughtfully instead, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. It intrigued her that some 'shifters often felt more at home in their animalistic form, despite the immense pain it took to shift there and the risk of an unstable result. She herself felt more at home in her human form - being able to shift into a wolf was just a bonus in her eyes. She got to experience more than any young adult ever could!
"How are you guys finding your new homes?"
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 24, 2010 19:59:19 GMT -5
Eliza pulled her fingers through her air, even though she had straightened it still had invisible knots of hair. She winced as she pulled hard through one. She smiled at Peach. Usually, she wasn't so open about her shape shifting. She remembered when she was little, she would play with her best friend, Maya, and they would always wanted to be shape shifters, or mermaids. But she felt like she was a mistake. Ya, she did like being a shape shifter, I mean, who doesn't want to turn into an animal? But it wasn't like she could chose when she wanted to shift, or at least not right now. And she was born with the animal she was, she couldn't chose it. She wasn't very open about shifting. She was still getting use to everything.
She couldn't honestly decide what to say to her question. She hadn't even seen her room yet. Maybe once, but the memory was still vague. It was her 2nd night here, the other nights she had been on the streets, and this was her actual first time coming inside. "Ok, I guess." She laughed, tossing her head back and sending her brown hair across her shoulders. She wasn't sure if she was a even a residence here. She had went to the other aparments yesterday, but more people seemed to come here, and she liked that. "Peachh, how are you?" She asked, trying to get some conversation flowing.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 24, 2010 20:30:15 GMT -5
Ooc; If you don't mind, Frazle, I'd like to wait for Matteo to reply first. I don't want to flood anyone.
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 24, 2010 20:31:44 GMT -5
ooc:no, its fine. I was thinking the same thing, haha.
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Post by Matteo De Luca on Jun 24, 2010 23:19:17 GMT -5
A grin played upon Matteo's lips; it was the type of grin often featured by cavalier villains in Italian cinema, the one where the viewers could tell that an idea had sparked in their mind, one so great that they couldn't control their facial muscles to not express his delight. With the slight turn of the corners of his lips, and his light brown hues filled with a vivid animation, Matteo walked closer to Peach, his fingers trailing the reception desk, feeling the smooth oak against his tips, "You know me Peach, I'm always one to infuriate others. No need to be worried over my eye though, I'm a fighter. Though I can understand how you don't want to see me hurt." He cocked his head slightly to his side, as he invaded the brunette's personal space. A natural born flirt, with passion ringing through his veins, Matteo only had two intentions to tease, and that was to get a woman underneath his sheets, or to cause some trouble. Peach was always the type of girl he loved playing around with; perhaps it was a cat dog thing they had. Despite having somewhat strong animal senses in his human form, Matteo barely heard Eliza enter the reception until she muttered a couple of words, and Peach acknowledged her presence. Eliza was a young teen, a very beautiful one. However, unfortunately for the predator, his prey was much too young for him to hunt that is until she turned legal. Although he was often one to break the law, that is without the media knowing, he did have his boundaries. At a young, vibrant age, Matteo indulged in the finest, illegal aspects of life. He would be using a fake ID to get into the most talked about clubs, which lead to alcohol intoxicating his still maturing body, which lead to him experimenting with all sorts of drugs, which eventually lead him to a life filled with violence. If there was anyone that fueled the hatred that burned inside of him, they would experience his fist in their face; and until early last year, his fist had been a huge paw that seemed to rip his victim's face off. That was when he was taken in under Myshape Inc. Matteo rested his back against the edge of the desk, turning his attention to the two ladies that shared the same room as him, "My home is great. Though I have to agree with the bombshell, I'd rather be in Africa with this fugging cold." He had met Eliza on the first day she arrived at the apartments, yet barely knew anything about her, let alone what she shifted into. Judging on what she said before though, he had made the assumption that she too was some sort of feline. "Eliza beautiful, why don't you tell us a little bit more about yourself?" Matteo asked in a friendly manner, curiosity filling him to the brim. STATUS # Completed! FEATURING # Everyone WORD COUNT # 493 NOTES # Haha, sorry if I kept you guys waiting! CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 25, 2010 0:21:41 GMT -5
Ic; Making a small sound of disgust, Peach moved to sit next to Eliza, rubbing her hands together to create some friction. She knew from experience that Matteo was a flirt - he always seemed to be eying up some woman or another. He hadn't flirted with her previously (and she didn't think he would), but it was disgusting how much he reeked of lust. She assumed she had never smelled it before, because he had never been so close to her. Now it was a relief to be sitting next to Eliza on the plush sofa, the light hitting her face once more.
Of course, she didn't want to see Matteo hurt, but would he be able to guess that it was because of her pack instincts? She had a natural urge to lead others, protect them and see to it that they were doing alright in life. It was a maternal side of her that even she couldn't name - it had always just been there. She had no wish to see his eye being ripped out, but if he rubbed himself against her again, she would be happy enough to rip it out for him. Jokingly, of course.
She watched Matteo with critical eyes, seeing something spark in him as he eyed young Eliza. Peach could almost see him hitting on her too, but she would never see him go farther than that. Afterall, if he had had any criminal records in the past, she would know about them, surely. Everyone was honest with her. She saved lives. And sure enough, Matteo did not ask the girl to sleep with him. He asked a simple, honest question... Hinted with the fact that he thought she was attractive.
As she is, I guess, Peach thought, before saying out loud - "Oh yes, please do. I haven't really spoken to you much."
She clasped her hands in her lap and turned to Eliza with apparent interest on her face. Subconsciously, she crossed her ankles, making her the perfect picture of alert politeness. She had a habit of doing this when she was expecting a story or a long explanation.
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 25, 2010 10:14:16 GMT -5
"Achtung?" Celesta couldn't be expected to fully shed her habits. She'd only been away from the barracks, the white-washed rooms, for five years. Having spent three quarters of her life among the sharp report of guns, cold click of polished heels, and the roar each morning ("AAACH-TUNG!") that woke her and her siblings, she rapped quietly at the doorpost, her manner deferential but assured.
The door was open, revealing the three sitting inside, but it would be against protocol to enter unannounced. Her eyes, however, had scanned the three, and immediately fell on the boy there. She, of course, had no idea that woman was the supervisor of the place. Celesta lived, breathed, moved with the basic assumption that in any room, men were ranked above women, seniors above juniors.
"I'm looking for the Origin Apartments, as I was accepted for an apartment last month" she said, addressing Matteo. For a moment, Celesta faltered, wondering if she ought to call him 'sir'. She couldn't be sure of his age, but he looked younger than her. Less experienced, certainly. Nathaniel would have called him 'boy'. Then she realized that it didn't matter, and there was no one around who would give a damn what she addressed him as. Americans were completely clueless about ranks anyway.
Why, look at the way that Maedchen sits next to him.
"My name is Schwarzenblatt. Celesta Schwarzenblatt."
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 25, 2010 18:41:36 GMT -5
oooc: Oh and by the way, Peach, I'm changing Eliza to 19. I felt like she was to young when everybody else was like 30 and 20, and she's going to be 20 soon. ((: bic:
Scarlet rushed to Elizas cheeks. She hated being put on the spotlight. She usually didn't talk a lot, unless she actually knew you, or that she knew she would never see you again. She hoped that it wasn't to obvious she was blushing. What was she suppose to say? She bit her lip, glancing upwards at Matteo. She didn't know a lot about him, except for that fact he was always on the run, and a trouble maker, and that he liked women. Maybe a little to much. She didn't want to seem to weird or rude, or to plain and dorky. And she was often really bad at first impressions.
"um, well.. I'm Eliza." She laughed, smiling. "I'm about to be 20, anddd I'm half cat if you know what I mean. And I hate the cold." She grinned again. She didn't want to spill out her whole life story, because that might just be weird, and it would be hard to explain, AND it would take forever. She lifted her legs up, criss crossing them. She took of her sweat shirt, revealing a tie dye v-neck that was pretty low cut, but she made sure that you couldn't see completely down it. Her blue eyes drifted over to the foggy, glass door that led to the alley.Almost as soon as she looked at the door, it seemed like her eyes were clouded over as well. She was still in her good, bubbly mood, but the memories washed over her. She had always been a big flirt, and loved hanging out with guys rather then the girly girls, but ever since she had almost killed her last boy friend she hadn't tried as much to talk to guys, and she hadn't been to the bar in forever.
Outside, she could see a lone robin flying. Rain weighed at its wings, causing it to be unbalanced and fall unevenly to the low asphalt. Her eyes were timid, her heart pounding in her rib cage. Just looking at the prey made her feel playful, like she wanted to go attack somebody jokingly, or run around the building.
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Post by spade on Jun 26, 2010 0:41:05 GMT -5
The ran was heavy, rain was something that seemed to follow him ever since he arrived in the city. He muttered to himself as he walked holding a little piece of paper with an address on it and a name. The paper was damp now, soggy with little pieces of it falling away into the street. Sighing he pulled his coat closer to him, feeling his tiny wing fold under its weight almost shivering from the cold.
Rodric hated rain, it made flying impossible and it always seemed to put him in a rotten mood. Still he walked through it, watching passing people huddled underneath umbrellas, afraid to step out into the rain. Rodric himself didn’t have an umbrella, instead his hair was drenched clinging to his face his face like a mother holding a child.
He carried little with him, just things he felt he could live without. A wrench that was one of his first gifts given to him from his brother, a little bit of money and a few miscellaneous items. In his hand he held a single coin which he flipped up and down on his palms. A prize for his gambling escapade the other night, which he was lucky he didn’t get beaten in an ally for. Still now he had some money to spend and that was all that matter. Finally he looked up to the rain seen a robin landing on the asphalt.
“I know how you feel little one…” he said before he saw the building in front of him.
For a moment he was unsure if this was the place, or if he even wanted to go here at all. He didn’t even remembered why he wanted to do this in the first place. Maybe to fit in? He was sure, but whether brought him here made it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Walking through the main doors of the building he saw several people sitting together and talking. An awkward wave washed over him making him want to bolt for the door. He didn’t want to ruin the nice conversation they where probably having. Swallowing his shyness he walked toward them shaking his hair to get the water out though it still clung to his face.
“Um…I’m sorry to bother you but I’m looking for a Miss Peach Greene.” He asked looking at the piece of paper still clutched in his hand.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 26, 2010 3:56:07 GMT -5
Ooc;=) This is going to be a confusing post, seeing as two people entered the room 'at the same time' and one person just finished talking. I'll try to have this make sense, but I don't know if it will. I've always sucked at these explanation posts.
Maybe I'll keep it vague, so that Matteo could respond to Eliza and, possibly, take Peach's spot on the couch. Just a suggestion.
Ic; The darkening of Eliza's cheeks was only too familiar to Peach. She was often embarrassed, whether it be through some silly remark or a bout of clumsiness. Being placed in the center of attention was one of the most embarrassing situations of all - even the slightest mistake and you could be branded for life.
Outside, footsteps approached the door. If she had been in her wolf form, Peach's triangular ears would've been standing straight up. From a different direction, other footsteps were coming closer. They were closing in on the door, both at separate distances. As owner of the building (and the company, for that matter) Peach always felt obligated to welcome her newest 'shifters. They always came alone or in small family groups, so personality would be unclear until her newest tenants were properly welcomed. A warm hello was an easier way to make friends of violent 'shifters, too.
Peach stood, smiling at Eliza to let the younger girl know she wasn't being rude. "Why don't you two chat for a second? I need to do something quickly."
Before she had finished, another woman had entered the room. She spoke straight away, seeming to talk to Matteo more than anything else. The stranger introduced herself as Celesta, but again, more to Matteo than anyone else.
The poor thing thinks that he's in charge, Peach thought, assessing the new tenant. We all know where this is going to lead if something's not done soon.
Casually, Peach stepped into Celesta's line of view, holding out her hand. "Welcome to Verge Apartments, Celesta. I'm Peach Greene, the owner of the the apartment. As soon as this lovely man arrives - " she gestured towards the open door, where a man seemed to be looking at a fallen robin " - I'll be able to take you to the Origin Apartments. You may take a seat if you want. I'm sorry I'm so rushed, I've never taken in two Origin Apartment 'shifters at the same time. Please, sit. Make yourself at home."
Perhaps she was being rude. Peach didn't mean to - she just wanted to get everyone accounted for. Although she didn't see it as a tedious or unimportant task, running Myshape Inc. and looking after the 'shifters could be quite difficult, especially when a rogue moved in. There was nothing worse than a rowdy rogue 'shifter.
Her greeting for the man was a bit quieter, as he looked shy and slightly upset with the weather. He was soaked through, not having carried an umbrella with him. Peach stepped back a bit as he shook his hair out and then addressed the room. He was looking for her. The second 'shifter she was waiting for.
"That would be me," Peach said, smiling and holding her hand out so that he could shake it. "I take it you're here looking for the Origin Apartments? Celesta here will be living there too."
Ooc; I apologize for any sucky-ness.
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Post by Matteo De Luca on Jun 26, 2010 6:44:48 GMT -5
He couldn't help but to let out a slight chuckle at the disgust that was shown towards him from Peach. It amused him at times how another person can be so blunt with their emotions, whether it be cursing out loud - words laced with anger, or praying under their breath for him to go away. Either way, the creases of worry on a forehead, the furrowing of the brow as eyes illuminated with a spark of rage, or in Peach's case the noise that embodied revolt, only seemed to encourage him rather than shatter his esteem to pieces and send him the opposite way. As her body distanced herself away from him, Matteo couldn't help but to follow her, as if he had pinpointed her as his destination and was now set on auto-pilot. As he sat himself upon the leather couch next to Peach, his hazel orbs seemed to look right through her as he focused his awareness to the blonde, taking in every word she said with a look of interest seeming to mask over his face. Being brought up in a world where he was born licking off of the silver spoon, Matteo's way of life was naturally entwined with the art of conversation. He kept tricks under his sleeve to intensify or provoke discussion, mastered the knack of flattery, and most importantly was a good listener. Hell, if you were thrown into a pack of greedy rich dogs, you better be able to command them to heel - or else they'll rip you to shreds. "Well, that was short and sweet." Dark eyebrows raised at her, while the corners of his mouth turned to smile at the girl. He would have continued pressing the girl to leak more information had it not been the entrance of a lady who dressed as if she was in the army - distracted by not only her attire, but her striking features. Pushing himself off of the couch - wanting to stand because obviously that was the most polite thing to do. Matteo held out his hand to the brunette, only to hear Peach's voice instead of his own; his eyes dropped to the ground, shaking his head as he tried his best to conceal his laughter. Clearly she was speaking to me. Once Peach finished with her introduction, he held his hand out again, "Pleasure to meet you Celesta, I'm Matteo De Luca. Welcome to the apartment, you'll have to be weary of Peach though. She'll have you on some real strict rules." He teased, his hues not leaving Celesta though he was almost sure he would feel Peach's claws digging into his back anytime soon. Oh, how he loved to press her buttons. "Schwarzenblatt - you must be German. Correct me if I'm wrong though." Raised in what was arguably close to modern day royalty, Matteo had learned names from all over Europe, and knew them well enough to almost identify their origins. Matteo heeded to the drenched man who had just walked through the door, only to turn his attention back to Celesta after he called out Peach's name. When it came to those of the same sex, Matteo found that they mostly were just a waste of his time especially if they had nothing to offer him. Life could be taken away form a breathing thing at any second of the day, and to Matteo's personal opinion, he saw no need to let life be consumed by those that had nothing - as mean as it seemed, it was merely the type of person he was. STATUS # Completed! FEATURING # Everyone! WORD COUNT # 601 NOTES # Wasn't sucky at all, Peach! CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 26, 2010 11:03:45 GMT -5
CELESTA SCHWARZENBLATT
She's the owner?
Celesta shook the woman's proffered hand. She looked low-key, down-to-earth, and no nonsense. I suppose that's better than the alternative.
When the Italian-looking boy rose to meet her, Celesta's former misgivings about the male were greatly reduced. His warning about Frau Green only enhanced her opinion of him
Here's someone who understands.
'You must be German.' Well, there was no must about it. She identified herself as German, but she had been born in Austria. Dietrich Schwarzenblatt, the former patriarch, was Austrian. Alexander had brought the family to Germany, leaving his father back in Austria. Like any wolfpack, two alpha males couldn't remain in close proximity, even if they were father and son.
Celesta smiled at Matteo, what she hoped was an encouraging smile of admiration. No need to correct the boy; she had no desire to recite her family history for the listening pleasure of the three - no, four, other people present.
Speaking of fourth person...
The new male that entered was bedraggled, clearly hesitant, with longish damp hair that he shook out of his eyes. Men should never wear their hair long. Ear-length was tolerable, but even a stretch at that. She was in favour of short crew cuts, neatly groomed and precise.
Besides, Celesta had mentally assigned Matteo to the role of 'temporary alpha' in the little social dynamic going on here. Frau Green introduced herself first, but De Luca had cut her off. That he disregarded Rodric was reason for her to shun the man as well. Some sort of pack straggler, she assumed.
"Are you the supervisor, then?" That last, also addressed at De Luca. Frau Green could own the place. Boarding houses weren't uncommon in Germany.
What a charming boy he is. Ja, he's a boy, but he has a lot of promise. Papi would have promoted him to Konteradmiral. Give him a taste of power, and see how he handles himself.
Celesta was willing to bet that De Luca hadn't drawn his first blood yet, but he was hardly the unfledged boy she had thought at first. There was a vitality, an immature rebellious nature that she sensed in the way he held himself. Let him have his first kill, and that fine spirit could become an edge of steel.
But what difference does it make. I am no longer in Germany. Papi is not here. There is no regard - no need, even, of ranks. Still, I should like to see De Luca in a position of power. It would suit him well. He can't be younger than I am, ja?
From what she'd seen of the political and business magnate world in America, Celesta could have wept at the wasted potential. All the men suited to authority were either without ambition, or otherwise denied access to higher positions by the majourity. And the men who did lord it over everyone, in their high thrones, were loose-lipped, slack-mouthed fools.
It's the spirit of this country. The people - the sheep, are herding the wolves. It is absurd, and backwards. The wolves should be there, a threatening presence, keeping the flock cohesive, in perpetual fear of the prowling predators. No wonder this country is going down the drain.
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 26, 2010 15:59:13 GMT -5
ooc: haha don't worry it was fine. Way better then what i could of tried?? bic:
"That was short, and sweet." Eliza smirked lightly at Matteo, not really paying attention. Thunder rumbled from outside, the dark, purple sky painted with ferocious streaks of yellow. She watched through the foggy, glass door. The asphalt was flooded, it's yellow road lines covered in murk. A red jeep drove by, gone almost as quick as it had come. The lone robin had hobbled away, its brown feathers completely soaked through. And then, a dark, ominus shape rose out of the alley ways. She could see as the figure got closer it was a guy. He was heading straight to the building. She tensesd, her blue eyes narrowed in curiousty. Her feline instincts began kicking in as the stranger approached. He looked kind of lost, maybe even homeless looking for shelter from the storm raging outside. She looked at the wet, deformed paper in his hand. Maybe he wasn't lost.
And then another girl walked in. She had dark, brunette hair, curled and flowing to her shoulders. She was pale, and just at the sight of her there was something Eliza didn't like about her. She stood up, walking over to Peach and staring at the new girl, Celeste. Even though she was the same age as her, she looked wiser and more calmer. Gross. "I'm Eliza." She said, not bothering to take her hand off her hip. Almost as soon as she had come, she left, switching to other side of Matteo. "God Matteo, calm down. Its not like your gonna get in her pants anytime soon." She whisepered to Matteo, giggling to herself.
"I'm Eliza. Nice to meet you." She said to the black, goth boy. He didn't look much her style, but then again you never knew. She reached forward, hugging him and pulling away, ajusting her top to where you could see more cleveage, and her chest wasn't wet.
((sorry it pretty much sucks. It's in a hurry, i have to go to this birthday party thing. ))
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Post by spade on Jun 26, 2010 20:54:29 GMT -5
When the woman named Peach said she would she would show him where to go he was relived. He was glad to be answered quickly, his sense of nervousness almost diminished. “I see, thank you that would be much appreciated.” Rodric said to Peach bowing his head a little to show his thanks.
He then turned his gaze to the girl named Celesta whom Peach had mentioned. She seemed to be talking with the other male in the room. He could sense the distaste or rather how they both decided to shun him from the conversation. Rodric didn’t mind so much, he had been used to it. Shifters hardly ever gave him the time of day especially those one the higher food chain.
This place was just a temporary living space, if no one wanted to speak with him that was fine. He could manage, for now though somewhere buried inside him stung a little from it. Wanting human interaction was nothing new but it wasn’t something he was given often. Maybe it was because no one gave him a chance, maybe it was because he really just wasn’t worth the effort.
To his much surprise however another came up to him, introducing herself as Eliza. The girl hugged him and he felt awkward for a much unsure of what to do, hoping he didn’t get her wet. When she pulled away he noticed her adjusting herself, her cleavage showing just a tad more and Rodric glanced over her. He didn’t want to seem rude, like a gawking stalker but he looked at her probably giving her attention that she wanted though he was sure in her mind he wasn’t nearly her type. Still it was interesting all the same.
“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m Rodric. Are you living here as well?” he asked trying to continue the conversation. He tried to keep his voice normal, it had taken him years to talk not so formal as he was instructed by his upper-class parents before his brother and him where abandoned. Rodric wanted to not seem like he was trying too hard, and just wanted to seem normal. Though the clothes he wore hardly said otherwise. He figured to the rest of them he looked like he was homeless, and truth be told till now he technically was. Though unseen to them under the soaking jacket was a vest, tie and shirt that was just as nice as the average business man.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 26, 2010 21:39:38 GMT -5
Ooc; Just out of curiosity, did anyone have a plot they would like to put into play?
Overall, this has been a good thread (so far) for all of us to understand each other's characters and make them acquaintances and friends. A little taste of what it's like to roleplay with another. This has been quite short. If anyone wants to leave, they can, just write your character out. If Celesta or Rodric want to leave, then I can write Peach out as well. If you would all like to continue the conversations, then that's awesome too.
I'm not going to go in character this post, because I'll only be able to write about Peach's vague discomfort at the conversation between Celesta and Matteo behind her. She'll get over it.
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 26, 2010 22:04:14 GMT -5
ooc// Celesta will probably just chill here for now.
I did add two plot suggestions to the plot ideas thread. :3
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 26, 2010 22:23:38 GMT -5
oooc: Um, not not really. Maybe they could just talk and then go back to their rooms or go to the kitchen together or something? Haha sorry im like brain dead. more later? bic: Honor The sky was a canvas of dark, twilight purple, yellow, and grey. Wind whistled in her ears, blowing her hair off of her shoulders. The rain felt like warm, piercing bullets as it touched her tan face. In front of her, a large, run down, urban building. It was painted red, an odd color choice for a building. It's large wooden front doors matched as well. Her purple sweat shirt hood fell backwards, revealing her light streaked hair. Honor shook her hair, taking a breath and walking forwards. It had only been a couple days since she had fled her New York home and her best friend had betrayed her. She had tried to be happy since then, but in between being homeless, using a fake name, and running from the cops she couldn't fit in. What if they don't like me? she thought to herself. She had never cared if somebody didn't like her before, maybe a couple of times, but it was different when she was getting ready to walk into a building full of shifters. She didn't know what to expect. Was it like a zoo? would they stay in cages? Or would it be like a normal place? She bit her lip in frustration. She kept walking, her black and white polka dotted rain boots thudding against the concrete.
She reached a skinny, tan hand out to the painted door handle, pulling it open. She smiled, the warm air greeting her. There was nothing weird. It was a bunch of normal people sitting and talking. She had to fit in. She smiled, strutting inside. She could see a black haired girl leaning against a counter, and then 4 more people talking next to her. She didn't want to interrupt, but at the same time she didn't care. She walked up from behind her, letting her purple NIKE hood drop, and pulling her hands out of her blue skinny jean pockets. "Ms. Peach?" She called. It felt weird called someone 'ms' who was your same age. She didn't know Peach, she only knew who she was. "I'm Honor Alba." She said, deciding to use her real name.
Eliza
She smiled at Rodric. She could notice he was staring, even though he was trying to look away. She blushed to herself, smiling even more. "Ya. Well, actually I just moved in today. Are you staying here to?" She asked.
(( sorry Eliza was so short. I think shes gonna be a side, or I might delete her. I like Honor better. ))
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