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Progeny of a sinner
Spring breeze, the calm air, tranquil peace. These were things Winston was not quite accustomed with, he would however find time to admire the simplicity behind its beauty and yet, it contained with it the intricate complexions that came with such a thought. Spring, it was almost empty, not as hot and alive as its brother summer, nor as merry as its sister winter and not as pivotal as its sibling autumn. Spring was a captured moment in time, a single break of the hustle and bustle that came within the year. It was however nothing, and in this Winston saw weakness. A pair of yellow eyes was all that could be seen from within the shadow of the school building and they would remain in this location for a while, only to leave as Winston stepped forwards and towards the centre of this central area of this foundation of education. Why should he even be forced to stay within such a frivolous place was beyond him. Of how he wished for a more simple time, the year of nineteen thirty. But he knew that this was beyond him and, as the weakness in the simplicity of spring, he knew there to also be weakness in pining in returning to his own time. The boy would turn in circles after walking into the centre of the so called quad, studying everything within his sight, the layout of this building for now, it seemed simple enough. “Oh how I loath this, oh how I despise what I have been forced to dwell within for all eternity. Not even in the level of sophistication that is in my birthright, I am denied even my heritage” He said aloud, “To die, would that be a simple answer? Simple is but a word and yet in its very name even that has its complexity. Alas, I have little knowledge.”
Without so much as a single warning that he would change direction, Winston stepped forwards and away from his standing location, he would continue to survey this so called quad area for a while as the situation suited him for now. This freedom was tainted with the oppression of those unjustly placed about him and he knew that had he wished to retain his power he would need a plan. Yet what this plan would be however was yet to be seen, as Winston knew little of this decade at the present time.
Just over Winston's shoulder a cold menacing whisper can suddenly be heard. "I can end your laothsome existence with ease." If he were to turn to see what it is that whispered these words for his ears to hear. There is nothing there. As though he were hearing things.
Then again, though from over his other shoulder this time. "Death is a simple answer. All you must do is say the words." Again, nothing from where the voice was heard. There is nothing there to have spoken what he has heard. Is he hearing things? Is the dislike of his position finally getting to him? Or does he just have an overactive imagination?
"It is true. You know nothing for what you are handed. Just ask and it will be over that quick." It came from the behind him this time. Before he could look to see what it might be. Once again nothing. But to make things worse. It is suddenly quiet. No sound he might make is heard. What is wrong with this place one might ask. Or are they hallucinating? There can be many things happening right now to give a logical explanation. The question that should be on his mind. Is there a logical explanation?
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For a few moments Winston felt utter confusion at the whim of whatever felt the need to utter such words to him. If he would turn around he would see nothing and thusly he did see nothing the moment he turned to where the voice had come from. He stood perfectly still after this, simply listening to the voice around him, how it moved, where it was coming from. There was little other option as to what this was exactly, If the voice were simply in his mind he would only hear it from within his head yet he was absolutely sure that it was coming from somewhere within this so called quad. The thought of insanity had crossed his mind, but he was Winston Bales, a person of royal calibre and stature did not fall under the effects of an ill mind, this was a disease for the commoners. And so the conclusion that he was mad was hilarious to Winston, and he did laugh, however a person such as Winston does not laugh loudly, it was more of a soft smirk like chuckle through tightly pinned lips. His eyes closed as he simply focused on where exactly this voice was coming from, he would figure this complexion out somehow, sometime. “And what if I have already decided against suicide? Even if through your doing rather then my own.” Winston answered into the silence of the air, waiting patiently for a reply afterwards.
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Cherry walked up on a man seeming to have a conversation with himself. She was wearing a black and purple mandrian style dress. It was tight against her lithle body. Her breast make the fabric of the dress strain. She wore a pair of maryjanes, thier hells added two inches to her 5'10" frame. She stopped an watched him, as she flipped the long red hair of her wig over her shoulder you would see the cherries drawn on her neck. She smiled and gave a loud cough. She was carring a closed parasol. Her eyes were covered in a smokey liner, and her lips a pale red.
" Its not good to stand around and talk to your self. Maybe you would like some company. "
She rubbed her hands down her nipped waist, her eyes looked him up and down.
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Seeing another approach the whispers stay near Winstons ear. Not allowing Cherry to hear the sweet nothings that are being whispered to him. "That might work for you. Though your fate might seem to have been decided already." From almost directly infront of him this time. Yet once again. Nothing is there. Perhaps it is a spirit of some sorts? Maybe it is just something he couldn't comprehend? But Winston seems to think so highly of himself, it couldn't be something he couldn't comprehend, could it?
Then Cherry's words come from behind Winston. A short second or two and a cold almost seductive whisper is heard in her ear from just over her shoulder. "Ahhh, one to desire, and one to take. Which one might you be?"
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Without putting any thought into the unimportant mutterings spoken to him from an unknown location, Winston crossed his arms and tilted his head downwards, the male’s chest vibrating ever so gently as a few soft chuckles left his throat. Eventually he tilted his head back up to face whatever it was that had been speaking to him, of course he had little idea where exactly this person was however he stared as to where he assumed he would be. “Be it any business of yours?”
Winston would spend the next few second’s simply staring forwards, he did not know if he was glaring at the person speaking to him or not however it did not partially matter for the meaning would still be there had he not. Finally he closed his eyes and turned around on the heels of his boots so that his legs twisted around, followed by his body. The male’s long hair was of course last to turn, fanning outwards and covering his face from all sight, only revealing him completely as he opened his eyes to see this new woman. A small smirk appeared on his face as he stared back at this girl, his yellow eyes fixed on her own. Eventually he spread his arms outwards by his sides in a traditional manner of greeting. “Salutations, that I shall be as so lucky to find another who does not find it necessary to hide from me in order to spread his word.” He said in his welcome, “Alas, I have forced a habit of talking to my own person. However this is not due to that cause, we appear to be in company of an invisible man. Might you be as so kind to help me in this matter?”
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Cherry watched as his hair moved the length amazed her. His eyes flashed yellow th color made her gasp. Her smile became wide her white teeth flash. She licks at her lower lip and opens the parosal. She twrils it in her hands, and then over her head.
“Salutations, that I shall be as so lucky to find another who does not find it necessary to hide from me in order to spread his word. Alas, I have forced a habit of talking to my own person. However this is not due to that cause, we appear to be in company of an invisible man. Might you be as so kind to help me in this matter?”
Her thin eyebrows raise over her emerald green eyes. She moves closer, her hands twirl her parosal.
" Well now....I think I can help you. Maybe if you walk with me this invisible man will just drift away. What does this voice sound like? Where are you head to anyways, may I join you. My name is Cherry and you are?"
She moved closer to him her vanilla perfume wafered off of her body. She rached out her right hand to shake his.
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Winston would sigh a deep sigh of regret, there were too many questions being uttered from this woman’s mouth in too little words. Of course this would be in his mind, for his facial expression remained in a small piercing smirk, a look of interest, anything but what he felt on the inside. He was very capable of hiding his true emotions from others, and why shouldn’t he? Nobody had any rights to know as to what someone of royalty thought of. In offer of her hand he would gently take accept it in his own and bend forwards in a gracious bow, a common response to a lady presenting her hand to a gentleman from what he knew of, though in this new time he was by far terribly wrong however the gesture should be noted. Ever so softly he pressed his lips against her hand, his hair draped over across his eyes hiding them from view however as he tilted his head back upwards to gaze at her his yellow eye could clearly be seen. Winston’s hair was light, like the softest of silks, it would bounce back upwards into shape as he stood upright once again, so he could stare down at her, still with the same oddly welcoming smirk as before. “Winston Bales,” He replied politely, “I am a somewhat recent addition to this foundation of learning and thusly I have little plan of which direction to set my path towards.”
A few steps to the side were all that Winston would take as he spoke, of course he would constantly keep his eyes upon the woman who referred to herself as Cherry. Such a strange name, a Cherry was a delicious fruit, and one that Winston would commonly have eaten back in the days of his childhood, a food of royalty, for there was little reason for a commoner to have such a delicious fruit. Surely is could not have been her name, for this concept seemed so foreign to Winston and thusly any concept that did not make sense to Winston must have had more meaning to it. It must have been a second name, one to refer to in regard to another longer or more complex name. And if this were true then surely with the addition of a parasol, an item of royalty as well as the sweet aroma of vanilla, of course this only lead to one conclusion.
“To be in the presence of another member of high senate is an honour in it’s own right and thusly I feel much gratifying as to your request,” Winston continued as he finally stopped in his circling, his boots scraping across the ground for a moment, “As for this invisible man. Well, if he simply remains this way he shall be of little concern.”
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She smiled at his gesture, the bow she knew from her grandmother was a very respectful item. She bowed to him, her grandmothers words in her head. She looked at his face, thier was a smirk on his lips but his eyes held something else.
“Winston Bales, I am a somewhat recent addition to this foundation of learning and thusly I have little plan of which direction to set my path towards.”
He was very polite, almost regal. Would thier be royalty at the school. She tilted her head, her mind moving quickly. He moved only a few paces but his eyes never strayed from her. She stood tall and proud, her tattooo seemed to flutter on her skin. Cherry blossoms covered her arms. As she moved to follow him, her split inthe dress moved open showing her silk thigh highs and garter. His next words shocked her, she kept her face blank but her eyes widen.
“To be in the presence of another member of high senate is an honour in it’s own right and thusly I feel much gratifying as to your request. As for this invisible man. Well, if he simply remains this way he shall be of little concern.”
* C: oh my now this young man must be off his rocker, high senate. This invisible voice, now this makes him crazy.*
Her fingers grip the handle of her parosal tightly, she smiles.
" The voice will go away I am sure, Mr. Bales. Please tell me what brings you here? "
She avoids the whole senate thing and moves on. She keeps a sweet smile on her painted lips.
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Winston’s eyes would abruptly switch forth towards the source of this girls apparent anguish, her hands gripped the parasol tightly, and yet there be no wind in this so-called quad area so therefore she was not holding it tightly to keep it with her. Something was wrong but surely not for those of high social class, this was of course an obscure thought, that there be reason for the members of royalty to be distracted with anything other than their work. If there were a commoner who was upsetting this fine lady Winston would gladly show him the back of his hand, but there was none, so therefore nothing could have been wrong. Winston smiled once more, totally assured that nothing was the matter. Slowly he folded his hand outwards so that is hung delicately in the air, offering it to be taken if needed as he begins to walk forwards, small, gracious steps, nothing too fast and certainly without falling or stumbling, the way a real gentleman should walk. Oh how he longed to return to the time of true power, true grace, this new time appeared to simply focus upon social equality, however it was quite clear that some classes were above others and this was the way things should be. “A higher governing system has found it necessary to prolong my captivity so that I may be taught in the methods of controlling my uncanny abilities” He explained as he walked from one side of the quad to the other, “Of course as high senate I have little to obligate against. This, school, shall be fine grounds to base my learning’s upon.”
Winston would stop walking and lower his hand as he crossed his arms and stood with his legs and feet pressed together. His head tilted upwards so that his hair draped down across his face, covering most of his facial expression except for a small part of his right eye, which was closed. He took a deep breath of the air, this would soon change as the climate warmed up and with it devoured all these aromas in the air around them. He had had little time to enjoy anything like this in his past, at least in his more recent past. “It appears that simply to be within the presence of such divine beauty that our Lord himself hath blessed upon this earth that this unseen being has fled.” He said finally as he slowly turned towards Cherry once more, this time a small smile printed across his lips, he would slowly open his eyes to gaze at her.
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Something in his eyes seemed to evaluate her, she had to remeber all of the things her grandmother taught her. She was sure if he found out she was not this high senate he would push her away as a peon. She placed her hand on his arm, her long nails were clear and shiney. Her fingers long and delicate, felt the quailty in his clothing. As they walked she took small graceful steps. Many years of being a dancer kept her light on her feet.
“A higher governing system has found it necessary to prolong my captivity so that I may be taught in the methods of controlling my uncanny abilities. Of course as high senate I have little to obligate against. This, school, shall be fine grounds to base my learning’s upon.”
His voice was filled with arragonce and resenated of a fine upbringing. She had to remeber to take the same tone. It s always fun to play dress up she thought. As they stoped she let go of his arm and closed her parosel. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, her earings glinted in the light. Diamonds her mothers last pair, she wore them rarely. She watched as she stood with his head tilted, almost as if he was listening to something. She felt a bit of a giggle fill her, she so wanted to laugh at him.
“It appears that simply to be within the presence of such divine beauty that our Lord himself hath blessed upon this earth that this unseen being has fled.”
" I would almost think you are a bit of a poet. Please it is just a good day when I can spend time with someone of worth. I do think maybe he just bored of us and left. Please would you join me for awhile longer?"
She dropped her lashes coyly, her cheeks with a bit of a blush. She looked back up at his face, his smile gave her the idea to keep this going. She did not exactly lie to him, she just never really said.
(OOC:Sorry, I was busy and didn't get a chance to post here sooner.)
He laughs, though it is unheard. Hidden within his shroud of silence he laughs at what is before him. "You believe that I would leave so easily. Your simple mind tells more about you then your ignorance of those you speak to." The whisper is heard again from just over the boys shoulder. A cold mocking tone heard underneath the whisper.
"You think I find it necessarry to hide from you." The whisper mockingly states from over his opposite shoulder. Between him and Cherry. "You think much to highly of yourself. Should I let those near you, send you from your imaginary pedestal, or should I take the joy in doing so." He finishes. This time, from the same position instead of choosing another position. Then he steps back to observe again quietly.
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I don't make threats or bribes.
Promises and incentives are more my style
-M.Hart
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And yet, Winston could still hear the voice next to him. He had already proven it to have fled and there was no possible way a high-ranking member of social status could be wrong so therefore the voice did not exist. Even if it did it did not matter, for the pathetically useless phrases uttered to him were clearly incorrect. How dare it speak to him like this, had this filth had been directly in front of him he would have gladly shown him exactly what he thought, he supposed he should be lucky for this. He did not show that he had been spoken to, instead he simply smiled back at this woman in front of him and smiled, as nice as he could possibly manage, which was mediocre. “Fine lady I would be delighted” He replied politely before dropping down onto one knee in front of Cherry, his head tilted forwards in a loyal bow, “This is quite unnatural for me but I must say my true feeling on the matter. I am a stranger to this place and so I have found little person who would gladly listen to me.”
He tilts his head upwards so that his hair falls and bounces down away from his face, back into it original shape, his hair must have been treated in some complex method to move as freely and be as perfectly coloured as Winston’s. He gazed up at her and at that the entire world would appear blurred, the colours of the environment around them blending into one another to create a field of beautiful colour and wonder around them. With only Winston and Cherry within this perfect moment of exquisite beauty. His eyes, the eyes of a sinner, yellow, looming, filled with fear, yet somewhat attracting. They would gaze deep into her, into her soul. “I find myself needing to ask you this” Winston spoke pulling them away from this separate world of beauty, “Might you join me? In a tour of this city. So that I may become accustomed to this far off land.”
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As Winston lowers himself to one knee, there is laughter. But it is not heard. "So you think you can ignore me." Winston can hear again. "Don't think so great of your self. For you will only speak if I let you know."
And suddenly, silence aroiund Winston. Only his direct area is affected. The silence allows out ward sounds to enter and not be muted, so if Sakura speaks, Winston could still hear her, but any noise made fromWinston is non-existant. As though it weren't even there. No even a vibration from any sound that would be made. Total and utter silence comes from Winston.
When he tries to speak. Nothing. If he were to try and yell. Nothing. Clap his hands, stomp his feet. With everything he does, nothing makes a sound to be heard outside his person. "Do you still wish to ignore me?" And a stifled laughter could be heard as quiet as the whispers that come to him for Winston's ears only.
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I don't make threats or bribes.
Promises and incentives are more my style
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She watched as he tried to smile at her, it was not the best one she had seen but so far his best. She smiled in return, her white teeth flash, she lowers her eyes. He startles her by dropping to a knee. She let out a gasp, she turned beet red. His head bowed slightly his hair falls foreward.
Fine lady I would be delighted. This is quite unnatural for me but I must say my true feeling on the matter. I am a stranger to this place and so I have found little person who would gladly listen to me.”
She tilted her head and took a step forward, she reached out her heand to stoke his hair. He looked up at her, his yellow eyes arrested her own. She felt a pull, something in him called to her. He gazed at her, she felt her fear that he would realize her just a plain girl. She leaned closer to him, she moved her cool fingers against his cheek.
“I find myself needing to ask you this. Might you join me? In a tour of this city. So that I may become accustomed to this far off land.”
She rubbed ehr wrist agaisnt his face, she smelled sweet, her pulse raced. Her voice was soft when she spoke, she knelt closer to him.
" I will Listen, your voice seems to hold my thoughts. I would be delighted to join you, we can find a quite place just the two of us. Someplace where we can be treated as we deserve. "
She leaned closer her fingers test the silkiness of his hair. She rubs her lips agaisnt his, she can smell his maleness. She moved away her emerald eyes held desire, her cheeks flushed. She smiled at him, her hand leaves his hair. She holds out her hand to they can start thier journy.She waits for his response.
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His thinly pressed lips would rise delicately to create a soft warming smile at the news of her acceptance to his request. He would watch her movements with this same expression, pleased that she would agree to his proposal yet not showing it in any way more than a smile and a kind manner. Of course he was weary at first of her intrusive advancements upon his being however he allowed this to continue. Through slits of a delicate gaze he would watch her carefully as she first brought her hand sifted through his soft hair, dexterous in her touch, had she skill in this?
She would rub her lips ever so slightly against his own at this created an aura of her divine fragrance of a delicious hint of vanilla combined with that of her natural perfume and her awe inspiring beauty. His smile widened ever so slightly as she leaned back once more, his yellow eyes would seem to become ever so slightly brighter, a striking twinkle perhaps? Or the slight nod towards something deeper, something deep within his soul.
He raised his own hand and grasped hers gently, stepping up onto his two feet with a small bow as he began to move slowly towards the exit of this quad area. After bowing he raised his head to gaze at her through his hair, raising completely upright afterwards and standing straight. “Si sont en moy, sanz partir nullement.” He said, his gracious and well-trained voice of nobility allowing each word to drift from his mouth with the same beauty and charm, “Might I call for you at your chamber? Per say. The hour of seven?”
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She watched him as he let her touch him, his mouth was soft against her own. Something told her this was not the way she should act but that dark side pushed her. She stood back and looked at the yellow of his eyes it seemed to fill with warm light. Was that an approval of what she did, she gave a shy smile as she dropped her eyes. His hand captured heres and he rose to stand. He gave a bit of a bow and she was very impressed.
When he looked at her she felt as if he could see deep into ehr soul. She blushed and opened her mouth to speak but his voice carried over her.
“Si sont en moy, sanz partir nullement. Might I call for you at your chamber? Per say. The hour of seven?”
She was startled by the words she could not understand, what did he say. She was going to panic, she smiled and nodded. Her face was flushed and she was excited.
" Mr. Bale I would very much love for you to pick me up. I am about to move to a new room so could you meet me in the lobby of the dorms. Should I wear something nice or would you like me to surprise you. I haven't been with anyone like you since my arrival, You will have to forgive my affrontness."
She smiled even more, she looked up into his eyes. Could she read his intent there.
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A dormitory, no Winston did not have one either, he had overlooked this simple fact and thusly his personal affects, though the little they were, were still being held in the office. She spoke of wearing something nice or to surprise him instead, an interesting gesture, though Winston was not a fan of surprises he felt somewhat compelled to test what the proposed surprise was. And, before he could reply, a compliment, at least Winston took it as one, which was a good thing considering the person making the assumption. The male smiled, again in a half smirking style, one who had been around Winston long enough would know not to look at his lips, but instead to his eyes whenever he smiled. And this was complemented by the fact that his eyes were a pleasant yellow, sparkling from time to time, pulsating with an eerie yellow glow, quite like the motion of a heartbeat. “Fine lady there is no one quite like me in the entire world.” Winston replied, still keeping eye contact, still smiling, “I can assure you of this.”
Winston stepped backwards, a few, gracious and well balanced steps. He kept hold of Cherry’s hand until the last moment, allowing it to slip out of his reach. He lowered his hand but kept it out in front of him and continued to walk backwards afterwards, he felt worried inside yet he could not quite find it in himself to stop looking at her, he would, but for now he could not. “I shall meet you in the dorm lobby, at seven.” He said, “You may wear whatever your heart desires. Though do remember it shall be cold.”
He turned and faced the door that lead to where he needed to go, before he would do what they had planned he had something of his own to attend to. He turned his head back to look at Cherry, this time he did not smile; he was much more serious as his mind had been set upon another track. “I must take my leave; there is something I must attend to.” He said, “Do not ask what this is and, until another time, farewell.”
ooc// I do not think this is the best I could have wrote this piece, I did this at 2:30 in the morning however. I shall keep it in none the less.
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((( ooc: I thought it was well written ))))
“Fine lady there is no one quite like me in the entire world.” Winston replied, still keeping eye contact, still smiling, “I can assure you of this.”
She watched his yellow eyes, they remindeed her of yellow finches. She let warmth shine through her emerald eyes. As he stepped backhis hand still in hers she began to wonder what he was thinking. Then her smile became bright as he kept holding her hand till the last second. His hand was gonebut hers was still out to him, as if begging for another chance.
“I shall meet you in the dorm lobby, at seven. You may wear whatever your heart desires. Though do remember it shall be cold. I must take my leave; there is something I must attend to. Do not ask what this is and, until another time, farewell.”
" I can't wait. I will see you at seven Mr. Bale. "
She bowed as he turned to her, her smile faded at the corners. She moved back turned her red hair flares out and she walks with her parasol twisted in her hands. Her mind was on the date and what to wear. She moved slowly towards the dorm.
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