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Post by celeste adella peterson on Feb 1, 2012 13:50:38 GMT -6
THOSE IRISES OF JADE ARE BUILT TO PERSUADE  and they're swift like a switchblade [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]
Four years now she had this curse. And no matter how many times she shifted it was still painful and the memories blurred. Her body ached from the full moon of last night, the sounds of her bones snapping and twisting echoing in her mind. Her skin crawled at the thought, trying to push it away. The nights of transformation were the worse, and the following nights were usually haunted by dreams of things that she either had done or could do. Again the dreams had kept sleep from her. Reading didn’t help and out of frustration she decided to go for a walk.
The brisk air of Paris always cleared her mind. Celeste took several deep inhales to clear her mind of thoughts about transformation and her dreams. One foot in front of the other she walked, her blond hair catching slight breezes that blew past her face. Her jade eyes moved along the streets, spotting a few who obviously couldn’t sleep either and had taken to the city. As soon as she spotted them her eyes darted away to avoid possible conversation with them despite the quick glance that they cast in her direction.
Her stroll brought her to Notre Dame. The church was massive compared to her small figure, and although it was closed Celeste could really use to quiet church for herself. Moving around the perimeter of the building she looked for unlocked doors and windows, hoping for a chance to slip inside for a few moments to gain some clarity. Celeste wasn’t in the least religious. She didn’t follow a set of rules but her own, but she hope that maybe a little divine intervention might come her way to shed some light on either why she was having the dreams or what purpose there was to having the werewolf curse. A window to the basement was unlocked and pulling it open Celeste slipped inside.
She wasn’t sure if the priests were still here and sleeping while they waited for the next day, but Celeste made sure to tip toe. The church was dark aside from the outside light that seeped through the rose window. A few candles were still lit but on the verge of burning out. Celeste was sure she was quick. She took a seat in the pew and clasped her hands together. Of course she knew that breaking into a church wasn’t the best thing to do but she hoped to be forgiven. In the meantime, she asked why she was given this curse and what she was supposed to do with it. What good would come from being a supernatural monster? She prayed that there was either a cure or a way to break it.
As silently as she entered she left, taking a seat on the bench outside the church. For several moments she examined the details of the building. So much detail had gone into a simple church, but it was beauty in the details that Celeste admired. For once she actually felt better, her mind as ease and actually felt like she would now be able to sleep for how many hours were left before the sun decided to show over the horizon.
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Post by william ryan harper on Feb 26, 2012 23:03:54 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I SAID MY GOODBYE'S THIS IS MY SUNDOWN The Words: 799 The Outfit: mrow The Notes blaaah There were many times he had walked these streets alone, but hardly truly alone, and wondered to himself how everything had turned out this way. Hadn’t he been so close to reaching his goals before all of this? Had his brother not come home would he have been on this cold trail in Paris? But it was difficult for the man to ever think that way and he had grown somewhat accustomed to his new gypsy like lifestyle. He had seen so many different people and things because of the problem he had encountered those years ago, though none of these places had been anything like home. That was where his heart was truly looking back to: the home he had left behind as well as the future. Or perhaps that was just his brain and rational thinking. After all, chasing after supernatural elements for your lost brother really wasn’t something any clear thinking person would do on their own. It must have been his heart that was making him chase his brother. He was letting his emotions come first as well as his duty as an older brother. He felt as if he had failed the young man and that was not something he could go home with. Was he the only one who could save his brother? Rationally, no. There were plenty of people who could step in. But it was his duty to save his brother or at least find out what happened to him.
Honestly, William usually skipped out on taking note of landmarks (no matter how huge they were or well known). Well, at least visiting these landmarks was something he did not do, seeing as his mind was often wrapped up in other things. But his eyes could not help but scale the walls of the massive church up toward the bell towers. The place was truly quite unique compared to the rest of the blur of the city he’d walked by. This sight even managed to get his feet to stop moving (which got him a quick grumble in French from someone who had been trying to walk by him).
Perhaps he would have left it at that. Perhaps he would have only stood there a moment and let the image soak into his mind and then would have started his walk all over again. But this did not happen. There was something else that had caught the curious and ever inquisitive eyes of the ex-cop.
She was almost like a shadow from where he was standing and he surely would have missed the woman if it had not been for the long blond hair tumbling about her shoulders. Did he rightfully find her strange for starting to look about the area? Whether it was right or not, he found his following her and soon his feet. William kept a very large distance between them and was sure that if she whirled around to catch him walking he could easily slide his hands in his pockets and continue his casual stroll away. Then she had disappeared completely from his view as she had slipped inside the building. In an instant his heart had started to pump quicker and he caught a jumble of words in his throat, clenching his jaw shut. Breaking and entering was probably just as illegal here as it was anywhere else, huh? Even if she had technically done no breaking (from what he could see) while entering. Should he call the authorities? Or maybe he should just follow her in himself? Both ideas weren’t really settling well with him. He was certain there would be someone inside… guards?
How long had he been standing there waiting?
The woman had seemed to reappear as soon as she had gone. When she started back away from the church, William quickly turned on his heel and started back the way he had come only able to hope that she had not seen him. When he dared to peek over his shoulder he realized that she wasn’t following him at all. She had sat down and… well; he wasn’t sure what she was doing from there. It could have been absolutely anything really. So he wasn’t completely sure what had possessed him to turn back around and walk up beside her. He cast the blond a suspicious eye and started to open his mouth to speak. It quickly shut. He didn’t know French. Not well, at least. He’d only been here a while and thankfully some of the French knew English (though many made special care to laugh at him and make things worse).
“Illegal?” he finally questioned her out loud. Maybe the words were similar in both languages. That was what he hoped at least. Why was he doing this again? |
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