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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 2:59 pm
{ Evangeline Grace } ❤❤❤ THE PRINCESS█████████████████████ ████████████████ ██████████████ ███████████ ███ ❥ ██ ✁
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✁❥ ✁ "Ryuu it is," Evangeline was smiling ever so slightly, the air of magnanimity and superiority surrounded her laboriously as if it were her protective armour and a pass to everything in life. She poured him another glass of wine, trying to keep her surreptitious eyes on him as he complimented her name and conniving eyes of royalty. "Aha, such a charmer you are, Ryuu," she replied briskly, she looked vivacious and fascinated - that was most likely the worst thing anyone would ever want, for Evangeline Grace Westerveldt to take interest in them. Only few had ever held the brunette's interest and kept her with them for a while, they didn't live long enough to be able to progress further into her emotions and persona, she had made herself untouchable yet with the correct people, vulnerable. "Tell us, what is it that you do? You seem to be a youthful individual with much opulence," she motioned towards Olivia lightly with her hand, the twins were such a vainglorious, quintessential pair. They were ideal and flawless to most, they both had everything they could have their desires not only in their dreams but in reality, they were wealthy and regarded with high noblesse. They were everything that anyone would want to be, teenage girls dreamed to be married to princes which was something the pair could easily have, men found them both eligible and attractive; they would fall to their knees and beg for their attention.
✁❥ ✁Ryuuta had caught Evangeline's attention faster than anyone that had ever lived to get to know her thoroughly, she was far too complicated for them to be able to survive the horrors she hide with fastidiously engineered walls around her heart. She smiled at Ryuuta almost sympathetically as she assessed his situation with her and remembered all the other 'interesting' people, she would ruin the man's potential. 'Ah, he would have been near perfect as a partner, he lacks the royalty but his looks and mannerisms would have won him the place... such an opprobrium that he might be destroyed by me,' she chuckled internally, she had never been in a healthy relationship in which she held genuine interest for her partner, she knew there was seldom chance she would find someone who would endure and come through her troubles and twisted thoughts of selfishness and inhumanity. She would rot alone in the unforgiving depths of Hell. _______________________________________________________________________________________
I COULD HAND OUT A MILLION VACCINATIONS ; OR LET THEM ALL DIE FROM EXASPERATION
HAVE THEM HEALED OF THEIR LACERATIONS; HAVE THEM ALL KILLED BY ASSASSINATION
I CAN MAKE ANYBODY GO TO PRISON; JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE THEM AND
I CAN DO ANYTHING WITH NO PERMISSION
I HAVE IT ALL UNDER MY COMMAND
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 9:02 pm
████████████████ ████████ ██ ♥ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♫ "There are many things
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthat I would like to say to you,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut I don't know how."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe wine was amazingly tasteful, pleasing, gratifying and whatever word you could use to describe the luscious spirit. Ryuuta had never wasted his hard earned money for such a luxury. Although by now, he might actually reconsider. His swift, pale hand swindled the stainless, spotless glass as his pupils stared lightly at the wine waver throughout the cup of the glass. His lips curved to make a sly smile showing his amusement in the drink. More bliss to add to this beautiful day. Up until Evangeline had continued conversing with him, his chin was pointed downward to the table. As soon as Evangeline was finished with the last word that came out of her petite little mouth, Ryuuta positioned his head to face hers, so that he could make eye contact. After all, wasn't that the most understandable thing to do when speaking to anyone of the sort? Ryuuta swept some of the dangling hair off his face, revealing more flawless skin. The moonlight had shone upon them all. The stars gleamed with glory as if the sky was proud.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRyuuta showed the white pearls that lay within his mouth to the girls as he spoke these very words, "If you are asking of my profession, I'd be pleased to tell you that I work in the field of business. In fact, I am the head of several companies, quite a difficult task to maintain, not to brag, but I've done exceptionally well." Without anyone's help. Hmph, help is for the weak. Not only has Ryuuta inherited the company of his father, but he has handled, bought, received, and or acquired other companies that were well worth it. He climbed his way up to the top, alone without receiving much help from anyone. You could even say he was a prodigy. A living legend. Hell, he's a demon at the least. No one dared to lay on a finger on the man, either. He was a morbid, solitary loner who was tormented by his past, but that's what made him capable. He had done well in the world of business, but his deprived childhood has cause his soul to rot. Although, regardless of these circumstances, Ryuuta has found a way to live with even a meager dose of happiness.✖✖✖furubaⓇ ⓨ ⓤ ⓤ ⓣ ⓐ furubafurubafuruba
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 4:11 pm
  Olivia’s umber eyes stared to the sea still, unchanging. The stars were quintessential, as well as abundantly dotted across the sky, shimmering and drawing pictures in the bubble surrounding Earth, just for her. Had she been alone, a delicate cheek would be rested on her pearly palm, but in public the young lady sat with her back strait in her chair, head held high. Yet, the princess’ ears tuning into the conversation at hand. “Thank you for posing my name, kind sir, it’s Olivia. No, no, I’m not offended at your lack of care, I really don’t mind, it’s perfectly even for a princess to be in treated in this such manner.” She mocked in her thoughts, amused in a bitter kind of way. The woman compared the man not even attempting a grasp at her naming to be like a child, not bothering to ask a parent for permission to something, claiming they already know an answer that may surprise them. Let it stay unspoken, then.
Her somewhat phlegmatic eyes turned back to the suited man, unimpressed with his answer. Perhaps her interest would have been ignited if he had, for instance, said something along the lines of a prince or an heir, but the thought of actual work repulsed Rosaline. Just the thought of it was horrific; finding a good (person who fits crowns or some other frivolous job) was strenuous enough. She wouldn’t let her disgust show, though, oh, never. That would be, almost. . . middle-class of her. that would be the last thing the heiress needed, to be thought of as a peasant by her sister. The flawless lass wouldn’t let that happen, for even if it did, it would be a lie; Olivia was anything but lower-class. Instead, she smiled softly, looking at the well-dressed man with sweet-tempered eyes. “May I ask what companies? You make it sound quite grand.” In truth, the sentence had no ill intend, and was innocent and genuine enough, but it could easily be interpreted as, “What frivolous companies are you making such a brag over?”
(( OOC: Okay, I think it's done. I wrote 7 paragraphs of preparing posts while I was very tired. . . maybe not my best idea. Message me or something if nothing makes sense. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 5:42 pm
[ ooc: Sorry, I replied a few days after soo. . . . I don't exactly remember the setting. My bad. xD ]
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:38 pm
  Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December Anise walked into the restaurant, her arms wrapped around Tokunaga tightly as she looked around with wide, brown eyes. Her pigtails bounced as she happily stepped in through the doors, excusing herself when she accidentally bumped into somebody on their way out. She nodded her head, shuffling out of the way to allow the person through, before she turned and looked around the room.
It was rather nice; almost like a cafe. There were tables outside so that people could enjoy the nice weather, and tables inside for those who preferred a more homey setting.
"C'est beau." she said in an awed voice, happily prancing forwards as her mind drifted away from why she had gone their in the first place.
She practically skipped over to a dark man with very pale skin. He seemed rather content with his... grape juice? It smelled like alcohol... wine? Probably.
"Monsieur, monsieur!" she cried out, latching onto the back of his chair with a childish eagerness, the head of her stuffy lolling to the side slightly, almost as though it were watching the man. "La nourriture ici, est-ce que c'est bien ou mauvais?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, opposite to the direction that Tokunaga's had fallen into.
Although Anise had noticed, rather late, that the man was mid-conversation with a rather lovely lady with shocking eyes and beautiful hair; her skin was flawless. "Tres belle..." Anise murmured, awed by the beautiful woman's looks. Suddenly her soft brown eyes flew wide, and she jumped back. "Excusez-moi! Je m'appelle Anise, Comment allez-vous?" she asked, her tone becoming polite.  Someone holds me
Safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:20 pm
{ Evangeline Grace } ❤❤❤ THE PRINCESS█████████████████████ ████████████████ ██████████████ ███████████ ███ ❥ ██ ✁
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✁❥ ✁Evangeline had expected nothing less than despondency, as appealing and fascinated as Ryuuta had become to her, he was everything below her - she would consider herself upper high class and him lower high class, simply not satisfactory for the narcissistic prima donna. A quiet hum to herself before she quietly let her sister do the talking, listening with masked interest in what kind of companies, she did not dare pipe up and join the conversation, feeling as if it would mark insolent, unrefined manners - she had nothing well to speak of the man and his choice of occupation. As her sister questioned his affairs, she had drifted off into a reverie of thoughts and concepts, her bright, nefarious mind carrying her away into a land of silence and contemplation. She had lost some of her interest in the conversation, awaiting a response from the handsome business before showing hints of attentiveness, her iniquitous soul was patient.
✁❥ ✁ Evangeline was removed from her quiet, dazed state by a young girl with a hair color far too peculiar to the lean brunette, she spoke a foreign language that the princess herself spoke, but not fluently. She had been bursting with what had appeared to be frivolous, jejune energy that was strange to Evangeline. "Etes-vous me parler ou à elle?" she questioned, both she and her sister were beautiful and either of them could have easily answered the question for their names. She spoke little French, only enough to have a small conversation and she was hoping when she ran out of things, the girl would bother Olivia or Ryuu. _______________________________________________________________________________________
I COULD HAND OUT A MILLION VACCINATIONS ; OR LET THEM ALL DIE FROM EXASPERATION
HAVE THEM HEALED OF THEIR LACERATIONS; HAVE THEM ALL KILLED BY ASSASSINATION
I CAN MAKE ANYBODY GO TO PRISON; JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE THEM AND
I CAN DO ANYTHING WITH NO PERMISSION
I HAVE IT ALL UNDER MY COMMAND
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:51 pm
 .ılιllι ﻨօռ รყlνгձгձռէ ιllιlı.  tell me when will tomorrow come
we've been a long time waiting on the sun
we've been good boys and girls
trying to change the world
tell me when will tomorrow come Ion walked into the restaurant after a long day of work. He had to put up with a lot as an E.A. sometimes, but it was well worth it. He was helping others, right? He was switching jobs tomorrow though. A student had come to the school who didn't speak English, so he was supposed to translate for her. He hadn't met her yet, although he knew what she looked like. But he wasn't focused on that right now, he was looking forward to getting something to eat. He would probably meet her tomorrow anyways.
Deciding he wished to eat outside, he followed the hostess to as table. The weather was nice, there were hardly any clouds in the sky, and he was offered a nice view of the sky. A cool breeze was coming in off the ocean as well.
Hearing a cheerful voice speaking in French, he looked up. Seeing who it was, his eyes widened in surprise and he shook his head at the coincidence. Standing up from where he was sitting, he walked over and tapped her on the shoulder, holding back a sigh when he realized that he was only 5 inches taller than she was. "Bonjour madmoiselle. Ton nom est Anise Tatlin, oui?" he asked her politely, offering her a smile, "Je m'appelle Ion Sylvrarant. L'école a m'assigné comme traducteur."
Turning to the people at the table, he bowed. "I apologize for the interruption. Anise here was just curious as to your opinion on the food and as to how you're doing." he told them, noticing that the one girl seemed to speak French, although not that well as her grammar was not the best.
Turning back to Anise he offered her his hand in a hand-shake. "Et tu sais que c'est impolite de couper la parole aux autres." he scolded in a soft tone.  tell me when will the fighting end
dropping bombs ain't no way to help our friends
seems we just shut down the wars
then they just start up some more
tell me when will the fighting end |{Translations: Hello young lady. Your name is Anise Tatlin, yes?
My name is Ion Sylvrarant. The school assigned me to be your translator.
And you know that it's impolite to interrupt others.}|
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:34 pm
Rosaline's attention turned towards the small, pigtail-ed girl standing at their table. Rough. That was the only was this princess could think to describe her. A brilliant smile illuminated Olivia's face, greeting the girl gently,
"Bonjour, c'est très agréable de vous rencontrer. Vous êtes nouveau ici?" Her extravagant posture and steady expression was taught to always be polite, even to the peasants. Assuming that the child had been talking to her, she replied in a fluent, smooth tounge,"Mon nom est Olivia." As the jadette approached, all the royalty could think of was that there was now a side-dish with their meal.(( LOL. I took so long for a lame-o post. I'll try to be faster next post ^^;; ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:42 pm
Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December Anise smiled childishly at the woman, revealing two rows of clean, white teeth. She listened as the woman spoke, trying not to flinch away as her native language was butchered by a foreign accent. She had grown rather used to it, and she had heard worse, but she was certainly looking forward to the arrival of her translator; it would be nice to have fluent conversations.
"Bien, je parlais à vous deux..." she said softly, looking away sheepishly as she hugged Tokunaga tighter, bringing him up under her chin. "Parles-tu français?" she asked almost innocently, looking hopefully to the woman. When a boy, only slightly taller than she, appeared next to her speaking directly to her in French, her eyes lit up like lightbulbs.
"C'est merveilleux!" she exclaimed, moving closer to him as she looked him over with adoring eyes, "Mon traducter est si mignon! Comme un petit frère ❤!" she practically squealed, latching her arms around his, just below the shoulder. "Awww, désolé... Mais quel d'autre suis-je censé a faire? C'est si solitaire quand c'est juste moi- même!" she whined, looking down as she released him with a childish pout. She didn't want to be scolded, but she was getting so bored!
Her eyes moved to the other woman, also quite beautiful and elegant in her posture and image. "Oui, je suis nouveau ici." she stated, lifting Tokunaga up above, and behind her head. The hand like extensions of the 'stuffy' latched onto her shoulders, holding itself in place, as the girl brought her own hands behind her, sliding one foot back and her heel off the ground, rolling it slightly and shyly. She couldn't help but feel like this woman was looking down on her, even though she was being polite. There was just something so regal about her that made Anise feel like she had done something bad in coming to speak to these people. "Pardonne moi..." she murmured softly, looking at Ion with an expression like that of a lost puppy, who had just been kicked in the face. Someone holds me
Safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:02 pm
.ılιllι ﻨօռ รყlνгձгձռէ ιllιlı. tell me when will tomorrow come
we've been a long time waiting on the sun
we've been good boys and girls
trying to change the world
tell me when will tomorrow come Being tackle-hugged was the last thing Ion expected from Anise, but when she wrapped her arms around him, he didn't object. The fact that he was so short was a little annoying, especially when even the teachers took him as a student, but he had been born with a weak immune system, and as a result, he was short. He wasn't about to complain though, there was always a bright side to everything! Being short wasn't all bad! Besides, didn't it always turn out that the short people seemed to want to be taller and the tall people wanted to be shorter? It wasn't something that he could change, so he wasn't about to gripe about it.
He sighed when she wined at him over her actions. "Je sais, mais peut- être tu peut dire 'escusez-moi' au première la prochaine fois?" he suggested softly, watching as her doll seemed to cling to her shoulders, noting how awkward she was suddenly acting.
He ruffled her hair affectionately at the expression she gave him and stood beside her. The other brunette seemed to be more fluent in French, although he figured she had learned a different dialect, because some of her word choices were not what he would have chosen. He smiled politely to her, even though he posture seemed to imply that she was better than them and she knew it. It didn't bother him much. There was always good in people, sometimes you just had to get to know them to see it! "Je suis désolé si son interruption a vous dérangez." he said.
tell me when will the fighting end
dropping bombs ain't no way to help our friends
seems we just shut down the wars
then they just start up some more
tell me when will the fighting end |{Translations: I know, but perhaps you could say 'excuse me' first next time?
I am sorry if her interruption offended you in any way.}|
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:27 pm
"Nous sommes nouveaux ici aussi. S'il vous plaît, rejoignez-nous." Olivia extended an ivory hand to the open table space between her sister and herself. Upon seeing this gesture, the staff at the eatery, who had been eyeing the group carefully, unknowing to if it was anywhere between some sort of royal custom to a gang-clash, waiting to happen, swiftly moved in, providing the children with two more chairs and two more place settings. No need to make enemies, right? Either way, it's not like the guests to the table really had a choice of their own. These two got what they wanted, and just standing around them you could feel it, an intimidating aura. Rosaline had to admit, though, part of this act was to watch her twin's reaction, which she was expecting to be grand.
The light outside the restaurant had all but extinguished, only lit by the pearly moon, floating in the sea of stars. The most gorgeous part had to be the way it reflected in the actual sea, or at least in Olivia's opinion. It was Van Gogh's creation come to life the way all the luminescent bodies pirouetted in harmony. The brunette's fascination with water never ceased, and her amber eyes rested on the view only momentarily before turning back to her now company.(( Do people put wind-chimes at graveyards. . . ? Yaniie's kinda busy, so I'm gonna assume she's skipping her turn.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:32 am
.ılιllι ﻨօռ รყlνгձгձռէ ιllιlı. tell me when will tomorrow come
we've been a long time waiting on the sun
we've been good boys and girls
trying to change the world
tell me when will tomorrow come Ion smiled politely at the young woman's suggestion. Seeing the eatery staff move in to add some places, he sighed mentally. He could tell from her tone of voice that she was one of those kids who was used to getting her own way, no matter what. On one hand, he didn't want to start a possible fight between anyone, but at the same time, it was getting rather late. Classes weren't in session, which was good, but there was a street fair going on, and from what he had seen of Anise's personality, she would definitely want to go.
"I appreciate the offer, but it is getting rather late." he told the girl politely with a soft smile, switching back to english as it was obvious that their french wasn't the best. He wondered how they would react to their denyal, but Ion had encountered a lot of people who were spoiled rotten like they seemed to be, and he knew firsthand that someday they would have to get used to the fact that the world didn't exist to cater to their will. And although he didn't want to be rude, he knew that he would have to stay strong on his point.
tell me when will the fighting end
dropping bombs ain't no way to help our friends
seems we just shut down the wars
then they just start up some more
tell me when will the fighting end |{Translations:
|{OOC: Short post ;(, but since halo seems to have trouble posting -_-}|
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:47 pm
((( LOL. xD Honestly, I was surprised to see this thread back on the "recent threads" list at all xD
Yaniie has issues posting too >o> ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:06 pm
(( Not sure if there's anyone actually working here, so I'm just going to seat them. ))    "I know I talk funny alright?
But I can safely blame it on
the most beautiful city
in the world! Merci, Paris!" After doing a bit of searching, (it was slower when you couldn't leap across rooftops) Kira finally pointed to Au Soleil with a smile. There it was in all its beauty. The years that she had spent in Paris had sure given her an experience, and this was the closest she came to those fond memories. "It's not really all that french, just an American version of french dishes. However, they do have imported drinking chocolate, which surprised me." She sighed, folding her hands together as they waited to be seated.
Not ten seconds went by when a sharply dressed man appeared with a pearly white smile flashing in the soft lighting, "Bienvenue madame, welcome to Au Soleil. Is it just you this evening? The smile faded just slightly when he saw Daisuke enter behind her and Kira grabbed his arm, "Deux, s'il vous plait." She winked at the poor man, who nodded briskly, "Intérieur ou extérieur?" he questioned, clearly addressing her. "Outdoors is fine," she replied sweetly, shutting him down once more. He led them to their table and mumbled, "Your waiter will be with you in a moment."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:20 pm
 < Daisuke Nightfall > OOC: Daisuke was walking slowly, thinking how he had even been dragged into a French Restauraunt. Well, an American Version of a French Restauraunt he means. He didn't care for imported drinking chocolate much. What he really cared for was getting something tonight. Not like he would say that though. When a man dressed in a nice and crisp suit came over, Daisuke took notice of his smile, glaring at the guy when he saw it fade a bit. Looks like the man didn't like guys as good-looking as he was. Daisuke's looks were beast, and he didn't even have to try, unlike a man with pearly white teeth, nice and cut blonge hair and a black suit. Daisuke understood the french a bit, but not all of it. He noticed exterior....interior...meaning....Inside or outside or something like that. Shaking his head, he wondered why he'd never taken French Class along with his training. Or German. Or Russian. Or Chinese. Or Japan- Wait, he was Japanese....Kinda. Sighing he sat down, picking up the menu. " Woah. Where're the burgers over here....? How much can I get babe?"
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