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21st Jan 2008, 09:19 PM
((OOC: I would think eugenie would come over and asked to be introduced or some such thing))
Millie answered him concernedly, "Thomas...you havent done nothing your ought not have you"
"Millie, of course I haven't. Course, you have no reason to believe that, we both know I wouldn't tell you if I had." He grinned at her, hoping she'd be amused. "But really, don't worry about it, I'll be fine, promise." He flagged a passing waiter to offer her some champagne, and asked took a glass himslef. He had no intentions of drinking it, not when he was going about his "business," but proper forms must be observed.
21st Jan 2008, 09:30 PM
"Millie, of course I haven't. Course, you have no reason to believe that, we both know I wouldn't tell you if I had." He grinned at her, but Millie didnt smile back she instead looked dissaproving.. "But really, don't worry about it, I'll be fine, promise." He said flagging a waiter and taking some champagne.
"I hope your not thinking about drinking that, your far to young." Millie said to Thomas appalled by his behaviour. She looked over at Eugenie who seemed to be talking to a handsome gentleman, she smiled.
21st Jan 2008, 09:35 PM
((Littlesunshine, its Victorian times, there is no drinking age. And besides, there's not mcuh else to drink, water comes from well thingies streetside, and soda hasn't been invented. Why would she be bothered by him drinking alcohol?))
21st Jan 2008, 09:40 PM
The host of the Party, a somewhat unknown man, but none the less one with great social status, Mr Raines stood slowly, awaiting the attention of all who were present, clipping his glass with a spare piece of cutlery, and allowing the tinkling sound to echo around the large hall.
“Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen.” He said, spreading his arms as a large smile was forced onto his features, “Tonight we welcome in a new year and I am delighted that all of you could be here tonight to witness, and celebrate with me and each other.” He paused for a moment, allowing his gaze to fall down and rest on his wife, who sat silent at his words, like any good Lady should.
“So without further ado, let the festivities of the evening begin!” He exclaimed, before moving away from the long table that he was seated at, bringing his wife with him as they moved onto the ‘dance floor’ that had been created by all the circular tables that the guests were to sit at being moved outwards.
With that the music began, the band on a small raised platform at the back of the hall, and he began to dance.
((ooc;; He's just a NPC ... so when midnight is called, that'll be his last appearence..))
21st Jan 2008, 09:43 PM
Eugenie had been occupied with watching her friend chatting with the young boy, when the man walked up to her.
"Admiral Jenkins and may I enquire into what your name is, It must be beautiful to fit the person who it belongs to"
"Lady Eugenie Albany" she said, setting her glass of punch down "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance Admiral Jenkins". She smiled gently and glanced around the room in an attempt to spot her father or one of her brothers, it wouldn't do to be speaking with a strange man all alone.
21st Jan 2008, 09:50 PM
((Maybe she doesnt want him to get drunk and disorderly lol and they only really drank at meals))
"Thomas let me introduce you to one of my friends." Millie said and pointed over at Eugenie. She noticed Eugenie was looking around for someone.
Dashing to Eugenie's side, she introduced Eugenie to Thomas and visa verse. "Eugenie may I Introduce Thomas..erm Mr.Thomas" Millie said uncertain. She did not no his surname. "and Thomas this is Miss.Albany" Millie smiled and then looked at the man who had been talking to Eugenie. "Are you not going to Introduce me then, to your fine gentleman friend Eugenie?" Millie laughed and smiled at the man.
21st Jan 2008, 10:27 PM
Thomas groaned inwardly. He had a feeling that this would be incredibly awkward. Millie prattled on, heedless of his discomfiture and Thomas hoped that Igor wouldn't think he was slacking, talking to pretty girls instead of pickpocketing.
He turned towards the other girl, the one Millie had introduced as Miss Albany, and bowed properly at the waist. "Pleasure to make you acquaintance Miss Albany"
21st Jan 2008, 10:46 PM
"Mister Thomas" she said, smiling at him "Likewise I'm most sure. Millie dear, this is Admiral Jenkins, and we have only just met".
Eugenie sighed in relief inwardly as she spotted her mother and father across the room. "Do excuse me everyone" she said, turning back to the others "But I believe my mother is calling me. You shall have to excuse me". She smiled again and walked across the ballroom to stand with her parents.
22nd Jan 2008, 02:09 AM
Having handed his gloves, hat and walking stick to the doorman, Dr. Coyle entered the hall's expansive greatroom. Several tables had been set up in a ring, encircling a makeshift dance floor. Quite a few people were milling about, most carrying some sort of glass, red, wine and sparkling full. He found for himself a glass of champagne and, sipping it with pleasure (it was, befitting someone of Mr. Raines' reputation--still a mystery to the Doctor--superior and delightful) he scanned the room with his piercing, surreptitious eyes.
In one corner, appearing somewhat discomfited, Mr. Venn stared into his glass of red. There were several young ladies in fine attire, obviously chosen with great care. They conversed--one of them seemed eager to be elsewhere--with an over-obvious Admiral. His uniform, vivid blue crowned by expansive golden epaulettes, caught Dr. Coyle as rather excessive--after all, he didn't go around wearing a stethoscope around his neck. And there was a boy in a fine suit, tightly tailored and definitely brand new. He was about to pass the boy over when he turned his eyes to him again.
Something about him.... Why would the Doctor know him, just another London boy? He pondered, his meditation flowing with the champagne bubbles. Oh yes: it was the boy he had seen in the bakery recently. He remembered him in particular, since most shopkeepers wouldn't even allow such types on their stoop, let alone sitting at a table with other customers. But then he was clad in the rags of a street urchin, and grasped his teacup with long, nimble, dirty fingers. He had made an exponential rise in his social status in such a short time. Dr. Coyle felt that something was afoot.
The Doctor, having finished his first glass, exchanged it for a full one, and strode nonchalantly. He nodded and smiled politely to the guests he passed along the way, and found himself beside the upstanding Mr. Venn.
"Mr. Venn, so soon we meet again. Mr. Raines is unknown to me, but I'm glad that there are some familiar faces tonight. It seems fate has brought more than one person to the party that I have seen before. Tell me, are you well?"
22nd Jan 2008, 02:12 AM
((GAH! You people, its been three weeks since the last RP day! The RP opened on december 7, victorian time. One day passed. Then it was december 8. Then it skipped straight ahead to new years, december 31, spanning a time of 23 days. Am I the ONLY one that ntoiced that? Gah....))
22nd Jan 2008, 06:46 AM
(((ooc: Furry - Uhm, that doesn't mean it's been three weeks, RP wise. It's fiction. We can skip back and forth any way we want to, and what happened the last RP day will STILL be "yesterday". Know what I mean? Fiction. I'd rather have New Years be the day after Halloween rather than to just skip 3 weeks of the characters life... I do guess we need funheart's clarification on how we're doing this particular RP, but as she herself referred to Katriona having met Benjamin "yesterday", I think we may already have it...)))
22nd Jan 2008, 07:29 AM
((ooc;; Hmm.. The RP days, you can refer to them as in 'yesterday' but obviously won't be like that. I skipped ahead to New Years to make it a little easier to RP for as we're already past it in RL, it just moves it along easier. I know that it has been ages since the last RP day, but over Christmas I slowed things down a bit... but Atropa is right, the last RP 'day' might be a lot more different than RL time. I did the New Years' skip so that it's slightly easier for people to RP...
Sorry for any confusion .. x.x))
22nd Jan 2008, 07:43 AM
"Ah, my dear Doctor, it is nice to see you again and i am holding up most well despite the gently cold weather. And must admit to not really knowing the host either. I have of course seen him at various functions and been introduced more than once. By how Dr. Coyle have you been holding up in the time since we met?" Ian continues to gently sip his wine, getting no real enjoyment out of it, but the less he liked it the less he would drink and the better he would feel tomorrow.
22nd Jan 2008, 03:50 PM
Julia walked into the large Town Hall. Her beautiful new dress covering her up and she smiled gracefully at every single person in the Hall. Eyes were turned to her as she walked in and she felt like something was on her face, mud or something. She still smiled and walked further. Her hair was in an up-do and it had a ribbon in it, making her look perfect. She hoped to see Ian later. Tell him how much she had enjoyed the night. But he probably wasn't there, he didn't ask her to go with him or anything. Not that that would be strange, they had only met a week ago. And they had eachother their own lifes.
22nd Jan 2008, 09:04 PM
"Mister Thomas" Eugenie she said, smiling at Thomas "Likewise I'm most sure. Millie dear, this is Admiral Jenkins, and we have only just met". Millie smiled (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/normal_cap058.jpg) at Igor and they both bowed.
"Do excuse me everyone"Eugenie said, turning back to the others "But I believe my mother is calling me. You shall have to excuse me". She smiled again and walked across the ballroom to stand with her parents.
"Miss Millicent Robinson, pleasure to meet you Admiral" Millie said as she came up from her bow.
"Miss.Robinson would you do me the honour of the next dance" Igor asked Millie and smiled charmingly. Igor flashed a wicked grin at Thomas who was watching them both. "You do not mind do you son" Igor asked Thomas and ruffled his hair.
"Of course he doesnt" Millie said not giving Thomas time to answer. Igor held out an arm for her to link, as they walked to the middle of the room to dance.
22nd Jan 2008, 09:46 PM
"Well, Mr. Venn," Dr. Coyle said amiably, "I've made my transition to London rather well, I'm happy to say. I've taken up my position at the university, and I've been able to put together a small private practice. I have been putting together my notes on the application of modern medicine to the problems of London health and safety, as we had discussed in your office--I hope to have something that's both readable and usable for you very soon. I still haven't found a decent secretary yet to help me with those sort of things."
Some men enjoyed "talking shop" even at social events, but Dr. Coyle couldn't gage whether or not Mr. Venn was one of those people, so left the matter open. (Though Dr. Coyle's professional interests spanned several venues, most people didn't enjoy hearing the minutiae of the forensic autopsy while enjoying their wine, for example.) He noticed the subtle way Mr. Venn sipped his wine, gingerly and tentative, and wondered if he was expecting someone, or if he wanted any company whatsoever. The Doctor could appreciate the necessity of solitude when one was steeped in deep pondering, as well as the irritation that grew like a weed when confronted by a clod utterly unaware that his presence was unwanted.
22nd Jan 2008, 10:20 PM
"Ahh how fortunate, I recently took on a General Secretary for the Assistant Commissioners in Somerset House and I was confronted by a woman of the name Alice Wainthropp, sadly wasn't suibtable for such a large office. However she was incredably efficient with a good record, I have her address on file and would be more than happy to pass it on if you feel it would help you." Ian smiled at Doctor Coyle and then motioned for a waiter to come forward, he placed the glass of half drunk red on the tray and accepted a larger glass of white. "I am sorry but I could not suffer that red wine any longer," he said apologising to the doctor and smiling, the older man was remarkably interesting hense their long conversation in his own office.
22nd Jan 2008, 10:34 PM
Thomas was very nearly annoyed by the fact that both Igor and Millie had talked right over him as if he wasn't there, and to make it worse Igor had ruffled his hair, something he found slightly demeaning. Not that it would show much, his hair was fairly unkempt.
The two fo them walked off and Thomas retreated back to the corner he ahd been in, still holding his champagne. He was slighlty miffed to find that some over zealous servant had cleared away his pastries, so he gave the untouched champagne to a waiter and slipped into the crowd. He was ohso slightly amused to find that the only difference between pickpocketing in a dancing crowd and on the streets was that even fewer people paid him the least bit of attention, and the pockets were more conveniently placed.
Simply by crossing the room he had found several people whose pockets he could lighten. He didn't count it, that would be too obvious, and he had several hours before he could make another pass without drawing suspicion. So he stood uncertaintly for a moment, then flagged another waiter and took a seat to slowly nurse a champagne. With plenty of food. Thomas knew how to hold his alcohol, and it didn't hurt that the food set out was some of the best he ahd ever eaten, and certaintly the fanciest presentation.
23rd Jan 2008, 04:40 PM
The day had seemed to fly by oh so quickly, and all too soon, Benjamin left for the last time and, after dropping off the bread Katriona had asked him to pick up, he was on his way. Katriona’s mood had lifted enormously since this morning, and the late start to her day had in fact turned into quite an enjoyable one. She found herself enjoying his company probably more than she should, her mind on him even now, late in the day.
It was only a short time after she had finished the work that she was supposed to have done during the day, and just before she was ready to retire into her room that she had remembered the letter, and had fished it out to ask Violet to read it for her.
So, now here she was at a Party of all things, working all night as well. The letter had, in fact been an invitation of work, and she had gratefully taken it for a good amount of money that it was to pay.
She worked her way around the room, serving the tables that had finished their food, and taking their dirty dishes away to the crowded kitchen and now was moving around the room, being called over by whoever wanted whatever. It was tiring work, and she rarely had time for those ‘gentlemen’ and ‘ladies’ who spoke to her like she was worth nothing but here she was, serving them at this Party. She had to remind herself on numerous occasions that she needed the money and had to check herself back over again when her thoughts almost slipped out and her polite façade would be ruined.
((ooc;; Approachable. Either call her over to you, or come up to her))
23rd Jan 2008, 05:05 PM
((OOC: slytherin I hope it’s okay that I put Victor in Eugenie’s way. If you’d rather not, then let me know, and I’ll be happy to remove it.))
As Victor came through the doors, he heard the distinctive chime of silverware against crystal. As everyone in the room grew silent to listen to the host welcome his guests, Victor slid behind the crowd, taking a position against the wall listening to the man’s speech. Thankfully it was a short speech, and in a matter of minutes the band had begun, and a few couples made their way to the center of the room to partake in a dance.
While they dance, I shall eat. Victor was accustomed to eating one meal most days, if that. His tall, slender frame was proof of his poor eating habits. Usually he was so immersed in his work that he never even heard his stomach growl. But now that he was not intellectually immersed, he heard the growl of his stomach loud and clear.
Unfortunately it seemed the hors d'oeuvre were on the other side of the room from where he stood now. He would have to politely excuse himself across the crowded room to satisfy his stomach’s huger pains. He began to turn this way and that way as he slid his way through the crowd. One fine aspect of being tall is that you could see over the heads of most, making it far easier to find the best possible route.
He was doing just that, looking around to find the easiest route, when he bumped into a young lady. (Eugenie) The woman seemed to be in a bit of hurry. Despite nearly detesting such social gatherings as this, Victor still was a gentleman above all.
“I am terribly sorry Madame.” He addressed her with a slight bow of his head. “While trying to get to my destination, I failed to see what was right in front of me. Have I caused you any harm?”
23rd Jan 2008, 08:54 PM
Julia made her way to the drinks, where she took one and softly sipped her glass of wine. How boring... boring people on a boring location with boring story's... ugh.
She walked to the side to see if maybe there were some interesting people. She saw practically no one that REALLY looked interesting and sighed.
23rd Jan 2008, 10:20 PM
((OOC: No I don't mind at all, as long as there's no knives hiding anywhere *giggles* Sorry, couldn't resist))
Eugenie was crossing the hall in search of her parents, having been rather distressed by Millie's behaviour. "Associating with some street child" she thought, carefully making her way through the crowded room "And talking with a strange man on top of that. And now she's dancing with him. My goodness it seems as though finishing school did her no good at all. I shall have to talk with her later, I wouldn;t want her reputation to suffer".
Eugenie was so caught up in her thoughts she failed to notice the tall man that walked into her path.
“I am terribly sorry Madame.” He addressed her with a slight bow of his head. “While trying to get to my destination, I failed to see what was right in front of me. Have I caused you any harm?”
"No sir, I am perfectly fine" she replied "And I should offer my apologies as well, I was not really paying attention to where I was going".
24th Jan 2008, 03:08 AM
“No sir, I am perfectly fine.” The young lady began. “And I should offer my apologies as well, I was not really paying attention to where I was going.”
“Well, that makes two of us then.” His voice sounded pleasant and light, but there was not a trace of a smile to be found anywhere on his face. “I was just on my way to gather a few things to satisfy my stomach. If you would like assistance there, I shall be happy to provide it. If you were in route to another destination, then I shall step out of the way at once.” He bowed slightly at the waist, letting her know the choice was hers.
((OOC: HA ha ha!! No… Victor left his knives at home. :p))
24th Jan 2008, 04:23 AM
"Actually, getting something to eat sounds nice, if you wouldn't mind the company sir" said Eugenie, smiling up at the man, suddenly feeling rather small standing next to someone so tall. No one in her family was particularly blessed in the height department, but she was the smallest of the bunch much to her chagrin.
It was then that Eugenie realized she hadn't even told the man her name yet. "I'm terribly sorry, I haven't even told you my name yet, have I?" she said, looking slightly embarassed "I'm Lady Eugenie Albany, it's a pleasure to meet you sir".
((OOC: heehee I figured, but I'm killing myself alughing over poor Victor having to be all polite and sociable :P))
25th Jan 2008, 04:36 AM
((OOC: Oh my… I was just going to comment on how my dear Victor is not a friendly socialite like Victoria was… then I realized… Victor – Victoria. I swear! I did NOT do that on purpose! I’m like hitting myself over the head with that now. I wonder if I’m running out of names or something!))
“Actually, getting something to eat sounds nice, if you wouldn’t mind the company sir.” The young lady had accepted his offer. Victor was kind of surprised by that. She seemed to be such a young thing, and he such a… well, he wasn’t exactly old… but he was no spring chicken either.
Victor nodded his head politely and held out his arm to escort her across the room.
“I’m terribly sorry, I haven’t even told you my name yet, have I?” the young lady stated as she placed her hands gently around his arm. “I’m Lady Eugenie Albany, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”
“Likewise.” He stated briefly. He had not intended to begin a conversation with the young lady, yet that little voice that he had grown to dislike immensely scolded him for his lack of manners. “Victor Stanbury.” He offered. “I mean, I am Victor Stanbury.” He looked down at her face and forced a polite smile onto his lips.
As they neared the buffet table loaded with all types of delicacies he searched his mind for something to say to the woman. Certainly a moment like this called for polite small talk. It wasn’t that he was unable to carry on such a simple minded conversation, it was just that he didn’t care to, which made him rather bad at it. “I am sorry Madame, I am afraid I am not accustomed to spending much time with the womanly sort. I do make rather dull company.”
((OOC: Slytherin, please know that Victor is just not a people person. If it’s in Eugenie’s character to keep talking, then by all means talk the man’s ear off. I think it’s funny too! It would do him some good.))
25th Jan 2008, 05:06 PM
((OOC: Okay, I almost peed my pants there. Total Elizabeth/Darcy moment XD "I do not have the talent of conversing easily with others" "Maybe you should practise".))
25th Jan 2008, 10:55 PM
Thomas had carefully downed most of the glass of champagne, while eating his way through two platefuls of sweets, and the occasional bit of real food. He sat, very thoroughly sated, and watched the dancing through heavy lidded eyes.
All of a sudden he sat up straight and swore under his breath. He wasn't completely sure, but he saw a tall man coming through the crowd, and he awful closely resembled Dr. Stanbury. Thomas wasn't in any condition to swear for it, even though he was not drunk at all, the simple fact was that he had seen the man once when he had been hired, and otherwise Stanbury had stayed in his basement every time Thomas was there.
It did him no harm to be cautious though, so he abruptly stood up and darted over to sit at another table, this one a fair bit farther from the food than where Thomas had been sitting. He had hoped for another empty table, but the clsoest he could find was one that had just a single, oddly familiar looking man sitting with his feet on one of the chairs. he pulled up another of the chairs at the table, sat down and gave a small smile, "Hello sir." Thomas boredly traced the pattern int he tablecloth with one finger, the fellow didn't look like he would have much intelligent to say.
26th Jan 2008, 04:42 AM
"Well I suppose that's not your fault now is it Sir" she said, smiling at him and taking a tiny bite of the pastry she had gotten from the table "Not everyone has the oppertunity to be around women all the time. Not even me, althought that's because I've got a house full of brothers". Eugenie laughed and finished her treat before turning back to him.
"Oh, and by the way Mr. Stanbury" she said, smiling at him again "I don't really know much about you, so I'm afraid you'd have to tell me something about yourself before I'd consider you dull company. Not that I do now".
26th Jan 2008, 03:10 PM
((OOC: lol slytherin, you’re funny! Nope furry, fine by me. I understand how Victor could be intimidating. lol))
Victor took a few things from the table and placed them on his plate. “Well I suppose that’s not your fault now is it Sir?” His temporary, he hoped, new companion had no problems with small conversation. “Not everyone has the opportunity to be around women all the time.” Victor glanced to her briefly with another forced tiny smile. “Not even me, although that’s because I’ve got a house full of brothers.” She let out a laugh.
Victor himself was happy to eat the food he had gathered, and just looked towards her. He was interested, and he was sure it came across in his facial features. He was interested to find out how the female species can talk and talk and talk. Sometimes carrying on a whole conversation all on their own. “Oh, and by the way Mr. Stanbury,” she paused only to smile sweetly at him. “I don’t really know much about you, so I’m afraid you’d have to tell me something about yourself before I’d consider you dull company. Not that I do now.”
With a mouth full of food Victor was helpless to do anything but stand there and just look at her. Having been on his feet all day, he really wished to sit for a while. He however would make no mention of it in fear of sitting at a table with the charming young lady would indeed sentence him to a night of womanly small talk. Small talk alone he disliked, but then make it the womanly sort, and he’d loose his apitite.
Once he finished the food that was in his mouth, he brought a napkin to his lips quickly. “I am a scientist by trade.” Was the only information he gave her. He was positive she’d be able to relate the simple statement to something else and that he had fueled her drive to converse. Perhaps one of those brothers she mentioned loved science, maybe one of them hated it. Maybe she herself found it fascinating. Whatever it was, he was sure she’d come up with something. After all, women went to school to learn how to talk a man’s ear off!
((OOC: Again slytherin… I’m loving this. Please don’t take Victor’s rudeness personally. I think it’s funny!))
26th Jan 2008, 04:31 PM
((OOC: Post edited Atropa, so go right ahead. I'll be back in about an hour. Cya))
26th Jan 2008, 06:10 PM
In the corner he had chosen as his spot for initial observation, Benjamin was starting to feel rather bored with the party. Wealthy people. Everywhere wealthy, pseudo-intelligent people, whose ideas of an interesting conversation consisted of who was who and how they knew them. Either that, or trying to brag about their ancestry or their achievements, without being too obvious. Needless to say, they weren't exactly discussions that Benjamin felt particularly tempted to join in. And in his case, that usually meant that a small outburst of his usual antics was fast approaching.
In fact, he had already had a minor one, when some poor sod had recognized him and tried to persuade him to recite one of his poems to the other guests, insisting that other poets did. That had been his first mistake. To Benjamin, the argument that "everyone else" did something, was simply all the more reason for him not to. He'd explained to the man that he was not like other poets. Although in doing so, he'd hardly used the words of a poet.
Then came mistake number two, when the man, with a few choice words, had started to take his leave of Benjamin, who had seen fit to return the man's insult by loudly exclaiming that personally, he thought the outfit that the host was doning looked just fine, and not at all like it was two sizes too small. Why, anyone could see that it fit him quite well, no?
The man had scurried off, with a nice shade of humiliated, embarrased red flushing his cheeks.
Since then, Benjamin had downed yet another glass of champagne, and just made it halfway through his first cigarr when a boy that looked just a few years younger than himself decided to brave the young poet's transparent lack of company.
"Hello sir", the boy said and offered a quick, faint smile without really giving Benjamin more than a mere glance.
Benjamin himself would've probably remained silent with intention to fully enjoy the thin cigarr, but there was just something about the boy that seemed familiar. And when he was presented with that brief, not-too-genuine smile, a fragment of a memory flashed before his eyes. It was a familiar smile. One that he had seen not too long ago...
Ah, yes. The bakery, once again.
Odd, how people from there seemed to pop right back into his path today.
"Well hello yourself, 'young Sir will do just fine'", he said, recalling how the boy had avoided a proper introduction.
26th Jan 2008, 06:28 PM
((OOC: :dumbfunny Oh my god, I'm killing myself laughing here Shenanigans. Way too funny. And of course a polite little thing like Eugenie's not going to want to appear rude so she'll just keep talking :P)
26th Jan 2008, 06:46 PM
Thomas glanced back up quickly when the man said"Well hello yourself, 'young Sir will do just fine'". He really had not expected to see familiar people here today, at least not ones to whom he hadn't introduced himself somewhat properly to. Looking quickly at the man's face again he finally realized why he was so elusively familiar- it was that same poet fellow from the bakery a while ago.
Thomas was actually a little bit drunker than he thought he was, which probably had something to do with the fact that he answered slowly, "Aren't you the guy from the bakery a while ago?" It was only after he said it that he realized how very very tactless that was. After a short pause, but one that was more than long enough to show tha he had forgotten it in the first place, he added, "Sir." He didn't bother with another forced smile, it could be a different person entirely, this one was much better dressed than in the bakery. Just as Thomas was.
EDIT: ((OOC: there. better?))
26th Jan 2008, 07:05 PM
(((ooc: Furry - Not a few weeks ago... RP time, it was yesterday... At least that's what I gathered from funhearts response the last time we had this conversation. Will RP in a little bit. Have things I have to do first.)))
26th Jan 2008, 07:07 PM
"Oh really, a scientist" Eugenie replied, brushing off a crumb that had fallen onto her skirts "That must be exciting. I bet you get to meet all kinds of interesting people doing that. Why I must be the boring one right now, chattering away like this".
Eugenie had realized that she was quite taking over the conversation and felt badly for not letting Victor get a word in edgewise.
She laughed and looked up him. "It's an awful habit, I know. I'm always being told to work on that. But I just suppose I like talking to people".
((OOC: Ick, excuse the shortness Shenanigans,I'm off to work soon and trying to get ready at the same time as I type. Yours are always so much longer than mine :())
26th Jan 2008, 07:30 PM
((OOC: No worries slytherin… I understand! I do find this whole thing funny. I almost feel as if we’re writing for a sitcom.))
“Oh really, a scientist!” Eugenie replied just as cheerfully as Victor had anticipated. “That must be exciting. I bet you get to meet all kinds of interesting people doing that.” Victor was about to state that actually it was a very solitary profession, but Eugenie was true to his stereotype of young women, and she kept talking before he ever had the chance to reply.
“Why, I must be the boring one right now, chattering away like this.” That comment had managed to bring his first genuine smirk of the evening to his lips. He found it nearly comical. Apparently she did too, as she followed it with a laugh, and then more words. “It’s an awful habit, I know. I’m always being told to work on that. But I just suppose I like talking to people.”
Interiorly Victor was scolding himself for having been so clumsy as to bump into the young girl. Certainly she was pleasant, very well mannered, and charmingly sweet. Any young man would most likely enjoy her company. But Victor was not "any young man".
“You are very good at what you do.” Victor offered her, with a nod of his head. It was a comment which could be taken as either a compliment or an insult. He trusted his instincts though, and believed she would take it as a compliment.
((OOC: Oh my, oh my, oh my. :laugh: If you like slytherin… if she asks something interesting about his job, I’m sure I can come up with something so gross that it would make a proper young lady turn pale and take her leave of him. Or, we can keep this up, it’s great fun!))
27th Jan 2008, 01:58 AM
((OOC: Atropa seven hour delayed response- fixed the time error, sorry. What I gathered from funhearts response was that it was a fairly fluid do as you please sort of thing, and I sorta let the time from shenanigans and my RPing [which was three weeks, as I established ages ago, like post 386] percolate into this one. Apologies. *curtsey*))
27th Jan 2008, 02:33 AM
(((ooc: Furry - No worries. I was just stuck on the "yesterday" thing, since that's how funheart was referring to it when posting about Katriona's first meeting with Benjamin. :)
And I'm sorry if this is kind of crappy. Past 3 AM, so I'm getting kind of tired. :D )))
Where before there had been none, there was now a look of sudden recognition on the boy's face as he gave Benjamin a second glance, and Benjamin couldn't hold back a faint smirk. Given the boy's attitude towards him the other day, Benjamin would've thought he'd left more of an impression than to be so easily forgotten. People usually did tend to remember him, for various reasons. Mostly unpleasant ones, at least in their minds.
"Aren't you the guy from the bakery a while ago?" the boy said, his voice carrying the distinct, unmistakable characteristics of someone who was trying to speak without slurring.
Benjamin would know, as he himself was quite accustomed to such efforts. Clearly, the boy had been drinking. But how drunk was he, really? Just tipsy, or had he begun travelling further down the path to total carefree bliss?
Either way, this could be fun...
There was a short pause, while the boy seemed to struggle to gather his thoughts, before adding;
Swinging his feet from the chair they had been resting on, Benjamin placed them on the floor, turning to fully face the boy. His head tilted slightly to the side, and his eyes narrowed momentarily as he leaned forward a little bit, supporting himself on the now folded arms on the table surface while studying the young man, as if trying to reach a decision of some sort.
"I s'pose", he finally said, and then moved on to retrieve another thin cigarette from within his jacket and offering it to the boy. "Smoke?"
27th Jan 2008, 03:19 AM
Thomas nervously watched as Benjamin gave the matter what appeared to be some thought before saying, "I s'pose" The man then proceeded to reach into his jacket, and Thomas warily dropped his feet to be ready to bolt full speed at a moment's notice. He wasn't expecting Benjamin to pull a knife or any such thing at a party, but he had been a street urchin for six years- paranoia sort of started to accumulate.
The only item proffered however, was a small cigar, and Benjamin offered it, saying "Smoke?"
Thomas shook his head and said genially, "No, thanks. I'm planning to keep my head clear, as I'm in the process of robbing every person in this hall blind by night's end. Surprisingly profitable, but doesn't work with too much in the way of-" and then he made a bizzare and slightly inspired gesture reminiscent of taking a draw on a cigar. He smiled, sincerely this time, to add more absurdity to his words- he wasn't worried though, no one ever believed an entire truth when it was laid out in plain detail.
27th Jan 2008, 04:14 AM
“You are very good at what you do.”, he offered her, nodding his head.
"Do you really think so Mr. Stanbury" she said, looking thoughtful "I do suppose anyone in my position would be. We all play what parts we're assigned don't we". She carefully picked up another small cake from the table and took a bite.
"I suppose it's like Shakespeare said" Eugenie mused, glancing around the room 'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players"
(((*Shines up her Shakespeare dork badge. Yes i read things like Macbeth or Phaedra for fun:P And I could see Eugenie as someone who liked to read classics too :) )))
27th Jan 2008, 04:36 AM
((OOC: :laugh: Oh my. She’s too cute.))
“Do you really think so Mr. Stanbury?” her voice sounded so naively innocent. It was almost too much for Victor to stomach. “I do suppose anyone in my position would be. We all play what parts we’re assigned don’t we?” That statement had been rather profound compared to her ceaseless chatter before. That was a statement that Victor could actually hold onto, debate, and theorize over. But alas, the young lady had made a profound statement and didn’t even seem to recognize it, as she continued on.
“I suppose it’s like Shakespeare.” Her eyes roamed the room as to emphasize her words. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
“Hmm… yes, yes.” Victor nodded his head. “However, I am yet to read a play written by the most brilliant Shakespeare that has a part written in it for me.” Victor paused, setting his plate down on the table near them before continuing. Perhaps I am the actor that did not make the cut. I shall remain on the sidelines, studying cold hard dead bodies, cutting them open to study their gooey innards. You know… the human brain, once it’s sat exposed long enough, and maggots begin to eat at it. Well, it looks very much like that cake you’re eating.”
Victor tuned and picked his plate back up from the table emphasizing the rather large bite he took. The voice in his head that he detested so scolded him for being so cruel to such a sweet young thing. He simply told it to shut up.
((OOC: I wanted to come up with something better, but I'm on my way to bed, and my brain isn't functioning as well as usual. If that doesn’t phase her, then I think he’s stuck with her! lol))
27th Jan 2008, 04:52 AM
(((OOC: :yech: Bleargh, I think Eugenie needs a grabage can. And god it's insanely funny to write her. I'd be all "COOL MAGGOTS, I WANNA SEE", and she's like "ewwwwww nasty" But I think she's too polite to all out turn and run -.- What to do...)))
Eugenie paled and put a hand to her mouth, immediately depositing the cake on the table. "I...well I don't quite think I'll be having any more of that" she said, looking slightly green "It suddenly doesn't seem quite as appetizing anymore".
What Eugenie really wanted to do was run off and find Millie, or maybe one of her brothers and bully him for a dance. But she really couldn't seem to find an excuse to do so. And just leaving suddenly would be rather rude, despite the turn the conversation had taken.
"I suppose then Mr. Stanbury" she said, trying her hardest to think of something to say "That you'd be more at home starring in something like Frankenstein then?"
27th Jan 2008, 01:15 PM
(((ooc: slytherin - You're not alone. I love 'Hamlet'. Oh, and I LOVE your avatar. I've had a thing for Anne Boleyn for years. Her and Marie Antoinette. *nod* Sorry. Just HAD to compliment the avvie. :D )))
27th Jan 2008, 02:00 PM
Millie broke away from Igor. She had never danced so much before in her entire life. She danced two dances with Igor and a couple of others with old acquaintances,but none of them thrilled her. She thoroughly enjoyed dancing, but her feet had began to pain and she could dance no longer. She glided over to the nearest empty space and stood against the wall. Watching and smiling as people danced past. In the corner she spotted Eugenie talking to a man. He was somewhat older than Eugenie. Millie did not no him however, prehaps he was a uncle or cousin , Millie thought to herself. She also spotted Thomas who was in conversation with a man. This man was not a gentleman Millie could tell, his clothes and the way he held himself gave his character away. She had seen the man's face before. Thinking hard to herself, she remembered. He was the man she had argued with in the bakery. She frowned at him and then at Thomas, for talking to him.
(Approachable, i dont want to go up to anyway to interupt there rp :S ))
27th Jan 2008, 02:11 PM
"No, thanks", the boy refused Benjamin's generous offer, shaking his head and actually sounding like he was being genuinely polite. "I'm planning to keep my head clear, as I'm in the process of robbing every person in this hall blind by night's end. Surprisingly profitable, but doesn't work with too much in the way of-"
As he spoke Benjamin's eyebrows slowly ventured upwards a little bit, allowing a slight look of question and disbelief to take place on his features. But not as much for the obvious reason as one would think. The 'confession' the boy had made about his intentions had been strange and unexpected, yes, but Benjamin's reaction could hardly be described as being surprised. He didn't brush it off, but rather spent a moment pondering if the boy was actually being sincere, or just doing what Benjamin himself had done to the boy and Millie in the bakery; trying to provoke. Though the boy seemed a little too simple for that. Not dull-minded in any way, shape or form. Oh no, Benjamin was convinced he was an intelligent young man. Just with a simpler way of viewing the world and people around him.
Either way, Benjamin doubted what the boy had said was just meant as a simple joke and nothing more. He himself was far too well versed in the art of toying with people's minds and perceptions, to buy into it.
"Can't kid a kidder, lad", he said and straightened up as he returned the cigar to his inner jacket pocket. "But alright, it's your bloody loss, mate."
With the cigar back in it's original place, Benjamin returned to studying the boy, though this time he did so by resting his chin in his hand, with his elbow on the table, and couldn't help but to smirk again as he thought of the boy's explanation for declining the smoke.
"What do you think is in these things, anyway?" he said with his own nearly finished cigar hanging loosely between his lips. "They'll hardly cloud your mind. And hell, by the looks of it, you've already managed to do that yourself."
27th Jan 2008, 05:12 PM
((Anyone going to approach Julia Axe?))
27th Jan 2008, 05:14 PM
((I very much hope it's OK for me to steal that last spot :P I'm totally obsessed with Victorian culture and such, and like I said when this first started I'd have loved to join back then.))
Name: Emilie Smythe
Class: Working Class
Bio: My mother always remarked that I would amount to something. A beautiful phoenix from the ashes of poverty. "Thank the Lord she is pretty, for it's a finer trait than good brains or a skilled hand in these parts." Perhaps Mama would have got her wish and have me married off to some rich factory-owner with stuffed shirts and adoration in the language of frocks and jewels. But Mama caught pneumonia four years ago and died in these slums. I knew not what I was thinking, but blinded by grief I fell into the welcoming, perverted arms of other men. Sailors who longed for a womans company. I became one with the rats of the docks, nothing more than a ghost of a body for sale. Little do the men know they're making love to one already dead inside. Thank God I'm pretty, for it's truly useful being blessed with the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied; though I clearly see the filthy thoughts in their transparent minds. I know my destiny's such that I'm all stocking and curl, and I fear my ego would fall through the floor if I could no longer count on men to grab me as I walk past dressed in my finest ragged skirt, exposing skinny ankles and even knees. Ask me "How much?" for a bit o' this and that, and I try to close my senses to the world after that. I know I am now a most unsuitable wife, at least for any well-meaning man with money in his pocket. I'm haunt these parts until my death and even then my spirit will linger, out of poor habit. Thank you, God.
27th Jan 2008, 05:37 PM
(((ooc: Anne - Thomas did, but you never replied, so Furry had him approach Ben instead...
Hay - Yey! Welcome. Glad you decided to join. Your presence in the rp threads has been far too scarce lately. ;) And I have to say that Emilie seems like the kind of girl whose.... uhh... company Ben would find.... useful.)))
27th Jan 2008, 06:17 PM
Thomas shrugged simply when Benjamin asked "What do you think is in these things, anyway?"
Thomas didn't have much to say to that- he was slightly paranoid of all of the substances that found thier way into London, as he had watched a few people wander into opium dens, and come out a day or two later completely useless. Once actually, but he had no qualms with generalizing on everything based on an isolated incident.
Luckily he didn't have to, as the man blithely continued, "They'll hardly cloud your mind. And hell, by the looks of it, you've already managed to do that yourself." Thomas gave another bland smile and stood up. "Mayhaps. I'm going to go get some food, you want anything? The little blue frosted pastries are really good."
He waited a moment, for the sake of being polite, though he didn't really expect that Benjamin would ask him to fetch something, especially since they had been talking at least two people had passed by with trays of food. He hoped it wouldn't appear low class to get his own food, especially since within five minutes another person with free food would undoubtedly pass by.
((OOC: Haylifer, I like your charachter, and they probably live in the same part of town... we shall see))
27th Jan 2008, 06:17 PM
((ooc;; Yep, Welcome Hay :D Glad you've entered... we definately have everyone in here now :P ... Added to the first post))
27th Jan 2008, 06:23 PM
((OOC: ohh im sure Igor will want to get to no Emilie Smythe, with him owning a brothel :/.
Anne would it be ok if Millie approaches Julia, im not quiet sure how the would no one another, since there is a 10 year age gap and people would not talk to strangers in those days. Millie mother is upperclass if that could have something to do with it, I dunno ?? ))
27th Jan 2008, 06:41 PM
(( Oh i'm so sorry FurryPanda :( I didn't notice it. I'm so stupid -_-' And that's ok littlesunshine))
27th Jan 2008, 07:49 PM
((Heh yeah, Emilie will probably want to get acquainted with the men of the town ;) For business reasons of course. First post, squeee! Scary and long, but she had to get to the party somehow, and yeah.. Emilie's very uneducated when it comes to upper-class stuff like champagne, dancing, and even celebrations like New Years Eve. So she doesn't know why you're all partying.))
Twilight at the docks of the Thames. The reek of strong ale and rotting fish filled the air with a stench so putrid that only the most hopeless of life forms dare to linger here. Rats in their hundreds, drunkards and whores. Winter's ice had driven the rats back into the sewers, but the blanket of alcohol warmed the drunks and when there were customers, no prostitute could afford to take a night off. Bony, pale and unclean ghosts of women with too much makeup in attempts to make their features look almost pleasant in the dim light.
But for Emilie, this was home, and had been for two years or so. Her lacy dress was ripped strategically around the hem, just enough to give men a sneak preview of what was on offer. Her corset had been laced up carelessly but tight; it was her armour, yet had already been removed once today. Wispy brown hair fell rebelliously from the updo it had been fought into. Her feet were bare and the frost gripped her toes, but they were too numb to feel the cold, much like her fingertips.
"Well well, something fresh.." growled a voice, as a mans arm found its way around the girls waist. A cloud of bad breath followed it, making Emilie gag as she turned to push the man away. She glimpsed his face - slender with a large nose, a neatly trimmed beard and a top hat perched on top. Any passer-by would have thought him to be a gentleman. "Come closer, girl. Let me see what my money can buy." Another snake-like hand groped for skin, and the girl's reaction was lightning.
"Don't you touch me!" she cried out, batting the arm away. Not an eye-blink later, she had recomposed her seductive pose, pushing her hips forward and batting her eyelashes, not willing to lose another customer. "You ain't getting nothing until you've paid, sir."
The mans eyes narrowed as he took a step away, still shocked by the girls defensive actions.
"None of this! You have some gall, you little slut. It is not a whore's place to demand what and when, I pay therefore I make the demands!" spat the 'gentleman', once again lurching forward and grabbing a handful of white lace at Emilie's bodice. Once again came her catlike reactions to the touch, a hand swiping at the man's face, nails tearing skin and drawing blood.
"I'll kill you first, you bastard!" she screamed manically, eyes wild. No sooner had the mania came about, a moments panic hit her in counterbalance as she realised she had lost a rich customer and would likely not eat tomorrow - much worse than this, she was likely to go to jail should this man squawk. She struggled to read his face, which was a mix of shock and outrage. Yes, he was definitely going to squawk. Better to leave him with sweet parting memories, she reckoned. "I'd rather be dead than sleep with a cockroach like you!" she hissed, turning from him and running as quickly as her bare feet could manage. She heard a few footsteps behind her, and the man calling after her; "The police will hear about this, prostitute! How dare you attack an innocent passer by!"
Emilie kept her head down, kept on running to somewhere safe. Her head reeled with self-inquisition. Why must I let my.. issues.. cause these things to happen? Could I not bloody well keep a calm head for once? Oh, the police wouldn't catch her soon, but she could never return to those parts if she wanted to keep out of jail. Although maybe jail would prove a warmer home, with food every day.. No. She couldn't go to jail. To be kept with those types of people, undoubtedly her disturbed thoughts would be put into action. She could end up killing someone or worse, then she would hang for sure.
Eventually she reached a side street, dimly lit and far enough from the docks to be certain she would not be found tonight. Collapsing down beside sacks of coal, she shut her eyes, allowing only a few tears to leak from under her eyelids. Her heartbeat pulsed heavy in her ribcage, and only with the force of the blood pushing through her veins did she now realise how deathly cold the night was. Should she sleep out here with the coal-sacks, she'd be dead before the sun rose. But where else was there to go? Perhaps a church or such, although a house of God was no place for a prostitute. Did Christians not stone whores to death, where they would surely go to hell? She picked herself up from the ground, beating the coal dust from her white dress. It made little difference, the gown was still tainted a filthridden brown. She wiped at her face with the hems; anyone who looked no lower than eye level might still find her acceptable. Though it was common knowledge that few men looked below eye level. In any case, it would do no good to mope with the coal down a back alley. Stories had been rife of rape and murder going on in London recently, and no girl would be wise to find herself alone at night. Especially not down dark alleyways wearing such revealing attire.
A few streets later, Emilie caught sight of a grand old building with warm yellow lighting at the windows. It looked ever so inviting, and as she neared it music could be heard. Music, and chatter, and above all laughter. She crept closer, peering in through the clean glass panes. Certainly there was some merrymaking taking place here: men and women danced together, others sipped some pale gold liquid from glasses, and all were seen to be in fairweathered health and temper, though the girl couldn't understand why anyone would have cause for celebration on this grim night. Emilie left the window, lest she be spotted. But still that music flowed from the doorway, inviting her towards it. Surely no party host would allow a filthy streetrat like Emilie in, though if she pulled her dress over her ankles and acted with a wealthy confidence she could possibly pass for a middle-class guest who had an unfortunate accident on the journey to this party. It was worth a try.
"Good evening, g- sir," she smiled at the butler tending to the door, who gave her dress a less-than-welcoming glance. "Terrible accident on the way here, bl- I mean, that foul carriage driver for allowing me to fall and ruin my hairstyle in such a manner" said Emilie, struggling not to curse, nor drop her t's and h's. She slipped past the man without further explanation, and found herself presented with a building teeming with people. All wearing impeccably clean clothing and speaking with refined tongues.
((Approachable, I don't want to butt in because I don't know anyones characters yet really. Emilie has a few emotional skeletons by the looks of things.. I really didn't mean her to have psychological problems but she's come out that way! Eep))
27th Jan 2008, 08:06 PM
(((ooc: *lol* Talk about a warm welcome, Hay. ;) )))
The small amount of sarcasm that had laced Benjamin's words when he pointed out the boy's already less-than-clear-headed state, seemed to pass unnoticed. Or the boy simply chose to ignore it. The only reply he gave was a shrug and that same vacant smile that he seemed so prone to use whenever he had nothing of interest to say. Something that seemed to happen rather often, as Benjamin had only spent a total of a few minutes in his company the two times they had crossed paths, and already been subjected to it quite a few times.
"Mayhaps", the boy said, giving the kind of verbal shrug that always went nicely with the physical one as he stood. "I'm going to go get some food, you want anything? The little blue frosted pastries are really good."
Despite the polite question, Benjamin couldn't help but to think the boy was just looking for a way out of the conversation. He hardly seemed the type to offer his efforts to someone he didn't seem to particularly like. And he had made it quite clear the other day that Benjamin fit very nicely into that category of people.
Thus Benjamin, being Benjamin, couldn't resist taking him up on his offer, just to see the look on the boy's face, and quite possibly make out whether or not it was really his intention to return.
"Why not?" he said and leaned back in his chair. "If they're so good that you make a point to recommend them, I suppose they're worth trying."
27th Jan 2008, 08:44 PM
((ooc;; I'm going to give the Party another 24 hours guys :D
Just a little reminder, incase you need to wrap anything up. Then we should get back on course with the timings....
Welcome again Hay :D ... she seems ... nice :P Well, we have it all anyway.))
27th Jan 2008, 09:15 PM
"Why not? If they're so good that you make a point to recommend them, I suppose they're worth trying."
Thomas got up without another word to go back to the buffet table and he took two of the plates off of a convenient stack and placed three of the blue pastries on one, and a much much wider assortment on the other. He picked the two plates up and was about to work his way back through the crowd to give Benjamin his pastries, when he bumped into someone. ((Emile)) He was about to apologize quickly and keep walking, when he glanced at the girl he'd crashed into, and pulled up short. She was some horridly skinny waif in a torn dress and she looked half frozen. Shyly he asked, "A-are you alright miss?" He guessed that she wasn't on the same level as any of the people here, same as him, and used his usual very cockney accent, when most of the night before he'd spoken slightly more properly.
((OOC: Hope ya don't mind Hay [or Atropa]))
27th Jan 2008, 09:37 PM
((OOC: *squee*!! Excuse my little fan moment. Just had to say I'm so glad to see ya Hay! I still hope a certain man will be dropping by another RP, ;) but glad to see you here! Slytherin... I have to say Euginie is one tough girl! I will be replying later... right now I have a little crisis to handle in a different RP. But it'll be coming.))
27th Jan 2008, 10:15 PM
Millie spotted a beautiful woman standing on her own. The woman looked nervous. Millie edged towards her , hoping to be introduced. It wasnt until she got within an short distance that she relaised the woman in question was indeed her mothers youngest cousin Julia Axe. Millie had not seen nor spoke to Julia since she was a child. Her mothers family wanted nothing to do with Millie mother, since she had married someone of lower status than her own. Millie had been grieved to hear Julia's family had died in a fire a few years ago. Her mother showed no sadness but pretended as though it had nothing to do with her. But Millie could not help but feel sorry for Julia, for the lose of her family.
"I erm...I am not sure if you remember me. I am Millicent Robinson, your cousin once removed, If I am not mistaken. What a surprise it is to see you" Millie said to her holding out a danity hand and smiling.
(Gosh i am never wearing false nails again it took me about 30mins to write a paragraph)
27th Jan 2008, 11:05 PM
Emilie nervously pulled the frills of her sleeve tight to her skin, in some attempt to salvage the last scraps of body heat before they escaped. The room was toasty and warm, but her body had yet to become accustomed to the climate and as it defrosted, she felt colder than ever.
She gave a furtive glance around the room, lest anyone spot her and eject her back onto the street. This glance revealed to her the most glorious sight she'd seen in a long time: a table of no less than three yards, laden with the most exotic and peculiar dishes Emilie had ever seen. She had yet to finish taking in this fine sight when someone crashed into her in their hurry to advance. A boy no older than fourteen, Emilie guessed.
"A-are you alright miss?" said the boy in a broad Cockney like her own. Emilie gave a swift nod, her lips curling ever so slightly into a smile. The lad was no more than a common street urchin like herself.
She relaxed a little, knowing she wasn't the only unwelcome peasant in these halls. If, heaven forbid, they both were thrown out, maybe the lad knew of some places for lodging. Better than her own residence, where without money for rent she'd be most unwelcome. Or even better, she could hook up with that old cockroach, maybe offer him free services in apology, and get a warm bed for the night. In a prison cell, she added. The boy was still stood there, mild concern written on his face. Or curiosity, more likely.
"Bit cold. An' hungry, too." She gave a quick nod to the table, noticing that people were taking what they wanted from it. "Blimey, all this food 'ere. It's free?"
((Thanks for the approach, Panda :) Oh and Shenan :D I just couldn't resist joining, my alter-egos won't leave me be! Of course you'll be seeing a certain fellow over in other parts, how could I abandon him? :lol: He keeps bugging me with plotlines. Just waiting for the new thread now ;)))
28th Jan 2008, 12:00 AM
Victor continued to take large bites of the food that he had gathered onto his plate. He watched as the polite young Eugenie suddenly turned an ever so slight shade of green and deposited her plate back onto the table. “It suddenly doesn’t seem quite as appetizing anymore.” She said quite plainly.
Victor suppressed his chuckle as best he could, which hadn’t been all that good at all. He figured certainly the young lady would have suddenly heard her mom call, or saw someone she just had to go talk to.
Certainly she’d be finding any way possible to be rid of his company.
Victor looked towards Eugenie as she seemed about to speak once again. With his eyebrows raised, he eagerly awaited the polite excuse that was sure to come from her lips. “I suppose then Mr. Stanbury, that you’d be more at home starring in something like Frankenstein then?”
DAMN! Young Eugenie proved to have a thicker skin than he had thought. Either that or she was seriously devoted to her personal code of conduct and proper lady manners. He allowed a quiet laugh to sneak pass his lips, she did in fact earn that much. “Perhaps Lady Albany, perhaps.”
The long day he had endured finally began to take its toll on his legs, and Victor knew that if he continued to delay sitting until he was free of his current company, he would be standing the whole night. As Miss Albany found another topic to talk about Victor ever so slowly began walking towards a table, all along Eugenie kept pace by his side.
As they walked slowly he suddenly spotted a table with only a single young man sitting at it. Instantly he determined to lead Eugenie to that table, as surely finding herself in the company of a man much closer to her own age would distract her attention from him.
Sure enough Lady Albany had stayed with Victor all the way to the table. Victor nodded his head towards the young man (Benjamin) in greeting, anxiously waiting for Eugenie to introduce herself to him.
((It’s rushed and I’m distracted. Hope it makes sense!))
28th Jan 2008, 12:55 AM
Thomas saw the girl glancing at the buffet table, not at all subtlely- not that he blamed her, he had spent a large part of the evening stuffing his face. She replied to his earlier question with a little shiver and said, "Bit cold. An' hungry, too. Blimey, all this food 'ere. It's free?"
He gave a small smile and said, "Golly I hope so, if it isn't I'm flat broke right now. Here." He took off his suit jacket and offered it to the girl. She had said she was cold, he wasn't, and the jacket wasn't all that comfortalbe in the first place. That was more than reason enough for a harmless chivalrous act in his opinion. And for all he knew it could have been proper manners.
He smiled again and asked "Better?" as he walked back to the buffet with her. It did him no harm to stand with some lady- or more aptly, some prostitute- as she ate.
((OOC: gah that was lame....))
28th Jan 2008, 04:07 AM
(((OOC: Heeheee it's ok Shenanigans:P Makes sense to me. Eugenie's just too darn polite isn't she XD Especially to someone else who's upper class, who else would she talk to anyway? She doesn't like to talk to lower class people :P)))
28th Jan 2008, 05:12 AM
The Doctor spent some time chatting with Mr. Venn, not only expanding upon their earlier professional meeting, but letting the conversation meander within the banks of good grace, sharing opinions on Mr. Raines' choices of food and wine (with few exceptions, superlative), discussing the current state of British culture (there was, apparently, at least one professional writer in attendance at the party) and politics. The two made many mutual introductions: Mr. Venn pointed out some of the notable guests to Dr. Coyle, filling him in on their reputations and claims to fame, while the Doctor indicated which of his professional colleagues might have insight Mr. Venn could find useful in his social projects.
After some time, the two men parted, drawn apart by the approach of other friends, letting strands of conversation fade naturally rather than artifically extend them. Dr. Coyle shared the dance floor with one of young Mr. Venn's acquaintances, but then the music ceased--the girl, while quite pretty and in possession of a somewhat exuberant adolescent charm, was a far more pleasant dance partner than conversationalist. He smiled noncommitally to her equine laughter, and found himself grasping for a graceful escape.
((I've missed most of the party, it seems! Back, and approachable.))
28th Jan 2008, 12:01 PM
The boy's departure from the table left Benjamin's mild curiousity somewhat unsated. He had been unable to discern the young man's true intentions from the look on his face. Not due to lack of ability, but rather the lack of opportunity. Upon recieving Benjamin's answer to his offer, he had turned, simply and swiftly, and headed off towards the table with the many many different foods and desserts, without a single word or moment of hesitation. Perhaps his offer had been a genuine one? Though if that was the case, Benjamin saw all the more reason to be suspicious. Kindness from someone who didn't particularly care for you or your company, was rarely kindness at all. Whatever the boy was to present him with upon his return, Benjamin wasn't likely to touch. If the boy returned.
By the looks of it, he'd just gotten other things on his mind by bumping right into a scrawny young girl that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Scrawny, but pretty, despite the tattered clothing and... less than clean and wholesome appearance. One of the 'unfortunates', judging by the looks of it. Though she did exude a certain forced confidence, that perhaps would have had Benjamin thinking twice about his first impression, had he not had such a keen eye for those types of young women. He'd grown quite accustomed to their ways and their charades over the past couple of years. Although this particular one, he couldn't recall seeing before.
Not that it meant anything, seeing as how London these days was practically overflowing with 'unfortunate' women.
However, he didn't get to watch the scene between her and the boy unfold, as just then someone decided to step right into his line of sight. An older, well-dressed gentleman, accompanied by another young pretty lady - although far cleaner and better dressed than the previous one that Benjamin's eyes had found themselves resting on - seemed, for some odd reason, to be heading towards him, and Benjamin found himself hoping they were not yet more readers on a mission to discuss his poetry or get him to do a reading. Although published, Benjamin was private about his poetry, and would rarely discuss it with anyone that had yet to gain his approval, and liking. The people that managed to do that, were few. So few, that Benjamin needed but one hand to count them, and even that would be superfluous.
While the young lady prattled on about what to Benjamin sounded like some trivial subject matter, the gentleman came to a halt when reaching the table, and gave a firm nod, apparently meant for Benjamin. The young poet, on the other hand, gave but an innuendo of a nod in return, before his eyes landed on the boy and his new-found friend as they stepped out from far behind the gentleman, apparently heading towards the buffet table.
"Oh great," Benjamin muttered with a slightly annoyed, dejected hand motion towards the young duo. "There goes my dessert."
28th Jan 2008, 02:42 PM
A girl approached Julia. She kind of recognized her, but couldn't recall who it was. Untill she spoke to her. It was her cousin, Millie. She remembered her, and ofcourse the time where her family had been ripped apart from the upper class family. She was surprised the girl still talked to her. But ofcourse... it wasn't Julia's fault what happened.
"Oh hello!" she shook Millie's hand. "It has been a long time" she said, excited that she spoke to her again.
"How are you today?"
28th Jan 2008, 03:30 PM
"Golly I hope so, if it isn't I'm flat broke right now." said the boy. Emilie gave a faint laugh at the comment. The pure fact that she wasn't alone amongst these higher-ups made her feel more at ease. "Here," the boy said, removing his jacket and offering her it. She took it tentatively, giving an appreciating nod at the act of kindness. But whether she should put it on or just hold it round her, she couldn't decide. The jacket wasn't well-made, but it looked new, and her filthy dress would get dirt on it. And it wasn't like she had much experience with recieving gratitute from strangers. Still, it helped a little.
"Thanks, mister. I don' want to be getting all muck and dirt on it, likes." she said, moving back towards the table filled with food that called to her. On closer inspection of the table, it proved to be crowded and overloaded, with every last inch of white tablecloth used up. She went to grab whatever she could reach first, but spotted the small plates purposefully set out for use. Thinking better of contaminating the food with her hands, and not wishing to look the uneducated harlot she was, she picked up a plate and piled it with any foodstuffs she was vaguely familiar with. There were some strange squares of cloth folded up into fancy shapes; Emilie identified these as unedible, therefore neglected to take further note. She picked up something small, white and round, almost like a miniature egg, and popped it into her mouth. The taste was wonderous, like a tiny fairy egg from heaven. Her hunger took precedence over any manners she knew. Not too bothered about what company she was in, she began to eat. Once full, she turned back to the young lad.
"Haven't properly introduced myself yet, 'ave I?" she said. "Emilie Smythe, nice to meet you."
28th Jan 2008, 04:14 PM
Sorry guys, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to drop out of this RP :( Life is really getting to me, and I'm leaving S2C for a while to sort out my problems. I'm sorry about this, really really sorry.
28th Jan 2008, 06:05 PM
Oh hello!" she shook Millie's hand. "It has been a long time" she said, excited that she spoke to her again."How are you today?"
Millie grinned ear to ear as she shook her hand. She had been nervous of the reaction her cousin may have given her. Thankfully it was a pleasant one. "Oh I am ever so delighted with the party. I do not think i've ever danced nor enjoyed myself so much in my entire life " Millie replied smiling.
"Did you not bring any company?" Millie asked looking around for anyone who might be with Julia. "I am here with my old friend Eugenie" Millie continued and pointed over at Eugenie. "Though I cannot say who the gentleman she is talking to, is. They look rather an odd pair together, do you not think" Millie asked Julia and laughed as she keep her watch on Eugenie.
28th Jan 2008, 07:28 PM
Thomas was slightly embarassed when the girl took his jacket and wrapped it around herself, seeming to apologize by saying, "Thanks, mister. I don' want to be getting all muck and dirt on it, likes." Thomas was abot to stammer something to the effect of "It's fine" but she moved to inspect the desert laden table and proceeded to stuff herself. Thomas raised an eyebrow at how very pragmatically she was eating, but didn't bother to comment. He would have been the same way fairly recently.
Seeing that she was safely occupied he took the previously ignored plate of pastries and took them back to Benjamin and left them without a word. He had implied that he would bring over the pastries and he was as good as his- unstated- word. He didn't think that anything he had done had implied that he would stay afterwards, so he dropped the plate, gave a breif nod, tipped an imaginary cap to the young lady who had in the meantime approached the table, and then he left. He idly wondered if that was unpardonable rudeness to be so very quiet and abrupt, but he decided that if anyone deserved it Mr. Penrose did.
He was able to quite unobtrusively return to the girl's side at the buffet table, just as she was finishing her meal. Before he could say anything, or even think of something appropriate, she turned and said, "Haven't properly introduced myself yet, 'ave I? Emilie Smythe, nice to meet you."
He smiled and replied, "That's pretty." Back when he was on the farm his mother had insisted that whenever a woman told her name you said 'That's pretty' He continued, "I'm Thomas Blackfoot" Slightly inspired, he gave her a full on courtly bow, and then pragmatism reintervened in his mind. He took one of the neatly folded napkins and shook it out. "Uhmm, ya got sumpin' on your face." She actually looked like she had a year or two of accumulated dirt, as well as a bit of frosting from the puff pastry she had been eating.
((OOC: Sorry Atropa for the drive by, but Thomas is such a polite little guy, he had to, yknow?))
28th Jan 2008, 09:13 PM
"No, I did not bring any company. I have met this gorgeous man though. I think i'm in love, is that wrong?" she asked Millie.
"Yes they do look like a odd pair, but who knows right? Love can overcome everything, as long as it's real." that made her think of Ian, and little butterflies flew up in her stomach, making her feel so good again. Oh yes... he was perfect.
"But how is your life now?" she asked, rather curious. Because she wasn't fit for the upper class, even though she was born in it.
28th Jan 2008, 09:45 PM
"That's pretty," remarked the boy. Emilie wondered how a name could be described as pretty, for most names were only identities, and everyone she had known lost their identity eventually. "I'm Thomas Blackfoot" he said, bowing deeply. Emilie smirked at his manners playing stark contrast to the common accent he used. Then, Thomas picked up one of the curiously folded squares of linen and offered it to her. "Uhmm, ya got sumpin' on your face."
"What's this?" she asked, taking the linen cautiously. She presumed it'd be some sort of rag for wiping hands and mouth after eating, but didn't want to take any risks. The last thing she needed was to be thrown out for spoiling finery. Thomas motioned wiping his face, and she took the hint. "Oh I see, it's a rag! Lot newer than the ones I own, you see." She buried her face in the damask-print fabric, which came away with several dirty smears on it. "Maybes I'll keep this," she stated, tucking the napkin inside her bodice. "Where I comes from, you don't waste good finery like this."
No longer hungry and now warm, she began to pay closer attention to the room around her. More importantly, the people in it. Most of them were dressed in beautiful gowns or suits, hair casually coiffed into elegant styles. She knew it would be impetuous and rude to approach any of them, and undoubtedly to do so would draw attention to herself, which would be most unwelcome in given circumstance. But of course, if she hoped for a warm bed tonight, it would be a shared one. A wealthy client found amongst these halls could only be better than crawling back to that cockroach. Or jail.
"We can't stand round 'ere all day Thomas, methinks we'll be suspected of being imposters sooner or later" she said quietly. "I reckon we'd best do some acquainting with the royalty around 'ere."
((Blahh.. can't be creative and revise Unifying Concepts of Biology at the same time. Sorry about the sucky post xD))
28th Jan 2008, 09:56 PM
((ooc;; Okay guys... moving onto morning now, feel free to use your first morning post to wrap up - or just to summarise the rest of your nights events.
It is now morning in London town...
28th Jan 2008, 09:58 PM
"No, I did not bring any company. I have met this gorgeous man though. I think i'm in love, is that wrong?" she asked Millie. Millie shook her head and smiled "I cannot think of a better thing in life. To meet someone so agreeable and perfect in match and be in love. You are lucky not many people have your happiness. But then not many people possess your generous nature and beauty. If I had half your happiness then I should be most pleased." Millie said smiling kindly at Julia. She was delighted her cousin had found love. She deserved that at least, from the past she had suffered. Millie only hoped that she would to find love like that.
"Yes they do look like a odd pair, but who knows right? Love can overcome everything, as long as it's real." Julia said looking over at Eugenie and the man she was talking to,
"It would be wonderful to believe that. But the responsibilty of family gets in the way of love. That and pride. It is often the case that a man may say he loves a woman, but his bad pride does not allow him to make her his wife. A gentleman who can overcome all of these is superior indeed." Millie replied sighing.
"But how is your life now?" Julia asked, rather curious.
"If i am honest, hmm its pretty lacking in excitement. This party is the most excitement i have had in quite a time. I finished boarding school a few months ago. I must admit I do miss it, but who wouldnt when all they have to return home to is my Mama. She has not stopped talking of marriage and gentlemen since the moment i got home."
28th Jan 2008, 10:47 PM
Thomas watched in slight bemusement as Emilie took the napkin and cautiously wiped her face in it, explaining that she was used to less nice rags, as she took the one he had proffered and put it away. He did his best not to watch as she did so, but didn't bother commenting on it. He was sure that there were plenty more napkins where that came from, and if there weren't, more could be gotten by the host.
She finished eating and wiping off her face and then looked around for a moment and said, "We can't stand round 'ere all day Thomas, methinks we'll be suspected of being imposters sooner or later. I reckon we'd best do some acquainting with the royalty around 'ere."
He smiled blandly and answered, "Uhm, I don't think so... I had planned on just going home sometime soon." He stood quietly for a moment, then actually looked at her. She wasn't bad looking at all, and when all was said and done Thomas WAS a teenage boy. However the moment only lasted a second, and Thomas not understanding it, asked slowly, "Do you ahve anywhere to go tonight? There's room where I live... on the floor, or there's a bed, but I think its infested. If you don't have somewhere else to go... or think that I mean... umm..." He let his voice trail off and was annoyed to find himself flushing red. He hoped she didn't think him some kind of pervert.
((OOC: Tsalright, I'm not too inspired myself))
29th Jan 2008, 05:29 AM
(((OOC: Sunshine, should we just say that Millie went home with Eugenie for the evening?)))
29th Jan 2008, 06:36 AM
((OOC: Yep ok fine by me))
30th Jan 2008, 01:01 PM
"Uhm, I don't think so... I had planned on just going home sometime soon." said Thomas. Emilie smiled a little; of course the boy had to be off home. Not everyone had a sleazy bastard landlord who threw them onto the street if certain 'payments' weren't met. She was about to mutter a goodbye and perhaps find some seedy gentleman to sidle up to, when Thomas spoke again.
"Do you have anywhere to go tonight? There's room where I live... on the floor, or there's a bed, but I think its infested. If you don't have somewhere else to go... or think that I mean... umm..."
She rolled her eyes disdainfully. How foolish of her to think there was any male out there in the world not after one thing, no matter how kind they first appeared. "How old are you, Thomas? I'd say not a day older than 15, but they learn young nowadays mayhaps." Her voice was monotonous and somewhat icy. If he was going to speak business, then.. "And as for paymen-"
"I - I didn't mean that!" he stuttered.
Emilie went to speak, but words failed her. Maybe she'd been wrong again. Her judgement of character had always been a little off, but was Thomas genuinely offering her lodge and wanting nothing in return?
The lights dimmed a little as most guests meandered towards the door to leave. It must have been late now, and Emilie was adamant not to be left homeless and stranded in some bizarre old Town Hall post-party. She spotted an abandoned shawl off a chair, picking it up then handing the jacket back to Thomas as they went outside.
"Let's see this place of yours then!" she grinned.
((Bleh! Exam in 20 minutes. Byee! ))
30th Jan 2008, 09:18 PM
Thomas had been very quietly waiting for Emilie to decide if she wanted to go with him or if there was somewhere else she was going or what. He didn't mind very much either way, he just wanted to get to sleep. So he was rather startled when she rolled her eyes and snaped, "How old are you, Thomas? I'd say not a day older than 15, but they learn young nowadays mayhaps. And as for paymen-"
He interrupted her before she could go any farther, "I - I didn't mean that!" He was stuttering and blushing and he hoped he didn't look quite as stupid as he felt right then. She looked about to say something but she clearly swallowed it, much to Thomas's relief. Whatever it had been, he doubted he wanted to hear it. She handed him back his jacket and picked up some discarded shawl and walked outside, with Thomas following, still a tad embarassed. "Let's see this place of yours then!"
He glanced at her face- she was grinning so Thomas cautiously said, "It's by the river, down this way." He led her through the quickest route to his apartment, which was straight through one of the worst parts of London. His landlord seemed to already be asleep, and Thomas was glad of that, he wasn't sure what the woman would do if she knew he had a "woman of the streets" in her building, and he didn't care to find out. He went up the stairway quickly with Emilie still following behind and opened the door.
"Home sweet home." he said and smiled lightly. Leaky dump that it was, it was his. "Sleep where you'd like, it's least drafty nearer the door." With that he went over to his pallet of blankets and slid into them. He was momentarily bothered by the thought of sleeping in his nice shiny new suit, but he realized that with all that he had stolen at the party he could afford to get someone to wash it. Comfortably ensconced on his "bed" he said "G'night" and realizing that there weren't any lying around he threw one of the many blankets he had accumulated at Emilie.
((OOC: And if you want to take it to morning or have them talk or w/e go ahead. Hope you did/do well on your exam :)))
1st Feb 2008, 07:12 PM
((ooc;; Welcome back S2C!!
Afternoon will come around in about 24 hours :) ))
1st Feb 2008, 08:53 PM
A songthrush whistled its melody just outside the window, causing Emilie to stir from possibly the first undisturbed nights sleep in a long time. Slowly, she drifted into awake soberity; as her senses focused and sharpened, she realised that the songthrush was nothing more than a mangy crow squawking over a mouse carcass through the broken glass window. The room was.. lacking some care and maintenance, but otherwise she found it a charming little dwelling full of character. Certainly not beneath her. And not too cold either, she noticed, feeling the blanket on top of her. She pushed herself up, noticing Thomas was still asleep and making sure she didn't make too much noise as not to wake him up.
So very kind of him, Emilie thought, smiling as she watched the boy's content slumber. Not often you meet nice folk like that.
"Ee'll learn soon." said a voice, rough and icy. Emilie jumped to her feet, throwing the blankets to the floor and glaring around the room in frantic search for the intruder.
"Learn what?" she breathed quickly. "Who's there?"
The disembodied voice spoke again, only this time the voice came from another corner of the room. "Nobody got far in life on good deeds. Only the cunning and clever are the winners. An' that's where you went wrong, love, isn't it?"
If this was some cruel joke, it wasn't one that appealed to her sense of humour. Undoubtedly there was another tenant standing just outside the door - or maybe the window, purposefully winding her up. Wasting no time, she strode to the door and yanked the handle open, only to find the crooked corridor deserted. Closing it impatiently, she rounded on the window this time, although only the haggard old crow stood there, leering at her with those beady black eyes.
"Where are you?" she said, raising her voice in mock confidence, although it still maintained that quaver of nervousness. She paced over to the boy's bed, hesitating slightly before shaking him gently by the shoulder.
"Thomas? Thomas, wake up please.. I think there's someone here."
The boy mumbled as he was dragged from sleep, before rubbing his eyes and yawning to shake off the remains of tiredness. Emilie pressed a finger to her lips, softly ssshing and indicating for him to listen. The crow squawked indignantly at the window, but all else that could be heard was the soft humdrum of the docks nearby as the streets began to fill with workers.
"I don't hear anything." said Thomas, lying back down. Emilie's face fell; she had definitely heard it. He, she.. whoever it was. It spoke clearly enough, why had it disappeared? Where had it gone? The voice didn't sound as though it belonged to the most kindhearted person, but she had heard it. Unless she was going mad, which was impossible. Only senile people went mad, or those delirious with the sickness. She was not sick, nor senile, so the voice must have been real and embodied.
"Are you still there? Mister?" she called out, somewhat frantic for at least a confirmation that she was right. It occured to her that the voice might not have been male; it was high-pitched and androgynous. "Miss?"
A few seconds later, slight breeze blew in through the window, causing the crooked ledge to rattle and judder for a short time. Emilie jumped in recognition, almost triumph..
"There! Did you hear that laugh? Someone's 'ere I tell you!" she said, gripping Thomas's arm tightly.
((FurryPanda - Let me know if you want anything changing :) I tried not to make Thomas say much so he can react accordingly.. oh and he can feel free to kick Emilie out and direct her to the nearest asylum :P))
1st Feb 2008, 09:04 PM
((OK I'm back, i will make a post with the new afternoon.))
1st Feb 2008, 10:22 PM
((OOC: Haylifer... nothing in there sounded all that crazy, especially what thomas wouldve seen of it. So hes jsut his sweet litle nice self awww!))
Thomas had been sleeping deeply, when he distantly heard Emilie wake up and start chattering away. He didn't pay it much attention, he was only half awake and he was absurdly comfortable where he was. That is, until Emilie actually said, "Thomas? Thomas, wake up please.. I think there's someone here."
Thomas was no morning person, upon seeing nothing obvious he said, "I don't hear anything" and lay back down. He figured that if he had to get up he could do it at his own glacial pace. Emilie didn't seem that interested in letting him do so however, she called to some invisible personage "Are you still there? Mister? Miss?"
Thomas realized that the girl had no intentions of shutting up and sat up to start the arduos process of putting his suit back into order, and making sure that none of the money he had stolen the night before had gotten lost in the blankets while Emilie proceeded in what Thomas thought was either a fit or some feminine complaint he didn't want to know about it. He was quite content to leave her to it, when all of a sudden she reached over and tightly grabbed his arm whispering, ""There! Did you hear that laugh? Someone's 'ere I tell you!"
Thomas winced, for someone who looked half starved she had a very powerful grip. He took his other hand and gently peeled hers off his arm, and said soothingly, "OK, so lets go somewhere else." He made it a point not to comment on how she'd been acting oddly, the few women he knew in his own class would probably have slapped him if he did, if it was a feminine complaint. "You hungry? I'm going to go get food, you can come, my treat."
((OOC: That amused me... but he is a teenage boy.... whee))
2nd Feb 2008, 04:02 PM
Emilie swallowed hard. She was certain there was somebody there in the room, watching them both. A gentle breeze caught a few strands of hair, feeling almost like fingers playing with it, tangling it... Her hands clamped down against the hair, preventing the invisible spirit from tousling it. Her eyes narrowed, and then quickly softened as she realised how foolish she was acting.
"OK, so lets go somewhere else." said Thomas, experessing nonchelence. "You hungry? I'm going to go get food, you can come, my treat."
She gave a slight nervous laugh, plastering a large false grin onto her face and nodding. It would do her good to get some fresh air, take a walk and reason that the voice was merely some other ragamuffin friend of Thomas', pulling a prank on him. Anyway, hunger was said to cause hallucincations. Maybe some food would bring her back to her senses. Not that for a moment she suspected insanity was the root of this.
"Of course, that sounds great, Thomas! Breakfast. Yes, sounds a bloody good idea." She spoke a bit too loudly, convincing herself that everything was fine and normal. She stood up, finding the shawl she had accomodated last night and wearing it. For a second, she glanced suspiciously around the room once more, then broke into another false smile.
"You've been awfully kind, Tom." she said as they walked, shortening his name offhandedly. "An' how could I ever repay you? Oh, I know!" Her face lit up with some idea, as she fished in the pocket of her dress, eventually extracting a slightly green and crusty piece of cake.
"Been savin' this for a while now. Don't worry 'bout it being too hard, that'll soften - if you put it in water for a bit. The green's good for you, my Ma told me when I was little." She beamed as she presented the mouldy confectionary to Thomas.
((Whee, I replied in under 24 hours for once :D I think it's an achievement. I guess they should be moving on seeing as it's afternoon soon, and I'd advise Thomas not to eat that mouldy cake.))
2nd Feb 2008, 04:13 PM
(((ooc: Sorry, but I think I'm dropping out of this one. :( I've been struggling with getting something to happen with/for/to Benjamin, but it rarely does, and when it does, we either move on, or I get ditched (not accusing anyone, just stating facts). So, I've pretty much run out of things to write for him. Sorry.)))
2nd Feb 2008, 05:17 PM
Name: Amelia Rosefield
Class: Middle Class
Bio: Amelia's family is frightfully image obsessed, making sure to keep their home in perfect fashion, as well as their clothing. She grew annoyed of their posing and moved to London to make her own life and find a husband. Her family is fairly well off and will be able to offer any suitors a fair dowry. She's an intellgent girl, though can be cheeky at times.
2nd Feb 2008, 05:35 PM
((OOC: I will :) A family like EUgenie's needs tons of servants after all))
2nd Feb 2008, 07:41 PM
((Atropa D: Noes! Benjamin's far too pretty to leave. I refuse to allow it. Emilie will hunt you down in all her psychoish-ness and drag you back :P But really, I'm sad to see you go because I haven't really had the chance to interact with your character who seems altogether quite the interesting young man :())
2nd Feb 2008, 07:47 PM
((ooc;; Atropa: :( I'm pretty sure everyone will be sad for Benjamin to leave us! ... I'd love for you to stay here, but I understand, whatever your decision ... I dunno whether to put a 'sad' or 'happy' smilie now though...
SwirlyHill: I'm really sorry but Emilie (Haylifer) took it a while ago and I (stupidly) forgot to put it on the first post... sorry.))
2nd Feb 2008, 08:22 PM
((SwirlyHill - seeing as Atropa just dropped out, there's now an available spot in Middle Class if you wanna join still :)))
2nd Feb 2008, 10:45 PM
((I am woefully uninspired for this... hope you don't mind that this is woefully historically inaccurate. or just nonresearched))
Thomas and Emilie walked along the street at a moderate pace, Thomas hoped she wasn't too hungry but he didn't think so- they both had had more to eat last night than they'd seen in months. At least he had. He was contemplating taking her to somewhere nice and hideously overpriced, but he had already spent most of his savings on the suit he was wearing now, so he led her towards a reasonable area where there was a perfectly serviceable, but astoundingly cheap hole in the wall eatery.
All of a sudden she said, "You've been awfully kind, Tom." He was about to interrupt with a few of the words he had learned from the sailors since he'd gotten his aprtment- he HATED being called Tom- but she continued before he could get out anything.
"An' how could I ever repay you? Oh, I know! Been savin' this for a while now. Don't worry 'bout it being too hard, that'll soften - if you put it in water for a bit. The green's good for you, my Ma told me when I was little." She had pulled out a peice of diseased looking cake and offered it to him, looking pleased with herself.
The admonition about his name he was about to give died in his throat. She just looked so damn sincere, and the cake looked so... rabid. "Umm, no thank you... that looks like it could kill something. And we're going to get food sonn anyway... I.. yeah, no." He felt absurdly guilty about not taking her "gift," crummy though it was so he grinned queasily and took the cake to put in his own pocket. He would throw it away at the earliest possible oppurtunity, but Emilie didn't need to know that. After a breif moment of silence he added, more darkly than his previous comment, "And my name is Thomas, not Tom"
((OOC: yeah... as i said, uninspired. when you reply, you can ahve them arrive at the restauraunt and get a table. bit dingy, but nicer than it would seem thomas could afford, k? Have a lovely day))
2nd Feb 2008, 11:27 PM
Millie and Eugenie sat in the library of Eugenie's London home. The fire was roaring and Millie had buried herself in a classic. She looked up from her book into the fire and smiled, remembering the party from the night before. She had enjoyed herself and became reunited with her cousin Julia and Thomas.
Igor woke his head spinning and his gut aching. He was back at the brothel, smelling of cheap ale and women. Last night had gone as good as it could, and Igor celebrated in style. He just hoped that Thomas had been as success as he had. He had become aquainted with a few selected people. Mostly well to do upper classes with more money then sense. He had even secured a couple of invites to dinner parties a few weeks away. This just highlighted the stupidity of the rich. Inviting almost complete strangers to their parties just because they had a name, or in Igor's case pretend status and wealth. He sat up straight and ruffled his auburn hair. He remembered back to last night and the many pleasant women. He had danced with a few and admired many. He had seen a particular woman that had caught his eye, prehaps not so much in admiration though she had been fairly pretty, but more for business matters. He could tell from just one look what her type was, it was his type. The girls he owned, he could own her to and he was sure she make him a very good profit. How to get her now was the problem though. He had seen her talk to Thomas, yes that was it that could be one of Thomas's job to get the girl and bring her to Igor. In the meantime Igor had plans of wooing a certain other girl. For the sake of her money more than her love. Igor would never or could never fall in love, and laughed at those fools who did. A Miss Eugenie sprung to his mind. Her pretty friend Millicent had asked for Igor to visit herself and her friend at Eugenies home. He forgot the particular address but a little inquiring with a few certain people would help him find it by mid morning.
It wasnt long before Igor was on his way to Eugenies London home and finding himself dressed in one of his finest suits, looking groomed and presentable at the door of Eugenies home. The Butler answered and Igor was shown to the palor before he was greeted by Eugenie and Millie. They both looked suprised. Igor tried to ease the moment by breaking the ice. "I am sorry to surpise you calling on you so suddenly, i should have give you notice, how foolish of me. Please excuse my lack of thought. I was just passing and i remembered you lived here. I was on my morning walk and wondered if you cared to join. My dear friend is waiting outside with his wife, it was his idea really." Igor said charmingly and smiling at the women. It was true he had bought a friend with him, an old gentleman that offended visited his brothel. Not that his wife knew that of course, she thought Igor was an old aquaintance and just the same as them.
((ooc: is it just me or can no one else put bolds or italics in, i actually had been putting the [b] and stuff before words but they didnt work either ))
2nd Feb 2008, 11:37 PM
((OOC:I don't use the buttons to be perfectly honest, just type out the coding yourself- which is easier IMO- for italics it's (Dunno how to type it without the site reading it, so...) "[bracket, I, close bracket] text [bracket, slash, I, close bracket]" and bold is the same with a B instead of an I. If you didn't understand that, try to quote this and you'll see below what italic and bold tags look like- jsut a simple one word sentence))
2nd Feb 2008, 11:54 PM
((littlesunshine: You need to go to Quick Links -> Edit Options then down to the bottom, and switch it from 'Basic Editor' to 'Standard Editor' ;) Everyone got reset to Basic Editor during the downtime, so we all had to stick with the regular old box with no tools. But I always use the quicker method of just typing in [ I ] or whatever.))
3rd Feb 2008, 12:48 AM
Eugenie had been enjoying herself reading a copy of Shakespeare's Macbeth, while Millie sat across from her reading her own novel. Her conversation with Dr. Stanbury the night before had prompted her to dig it out and read it again.
However her reading was disrupted by the presence of Igor. Eugenie was extremely startled to see him there, and made a mental note to speak with Sebastien about who he let into the house later on.
"Admiral" she said, inclining her head and putting her book aside "I'm so sorry, but I don't remember telling you where I lived at all". She looked over at Millie, as if silently asking whether she had told her.
"'I'm sorry, but Millie and I must stay here sir. Neither my father nor any of my brothers are home to chaperone at the present time, so we can not come. I'm sure you understand. Perhaps another time though".
3rd Feb 2008, 01:40 AM
It was incredibly pleasant to wake up to the heavy, tempting odors of a hearty Scottish breakfast that morning, after having endured the inept breakfasts--or, indeed, no breakfast at all--from his former maidservant. Mrs. Hadley had brought Greene Street into order, like a skipper keeping a tight ship. She was a superlative example of the fairer sex.
Dr. Coyle ate his breakfast down in the parlor, wrapped in the voluminous black brocade of his dressing gown; the fire, recently laid, glinted off the silver gilt of the dishes. He immersed himself in the morning papers, the Herald, Post and Times. All three had articles about the Raines' New Year's party from the night before, of various degrees of indulgence and praise. The Doctor was mildly pleased that he was mentioned in the Herald, if only with the briefest of biographical notation and in the middle stretch of a longish list of party guests.
He finished his breakfast, his morning ablutions, and dressed. Although he had no duties at the university today, he did have several private patients scheduled for that morning. Before heading downstairs, the Doctor wrote out a query letter to Miss Alice Wainthropp, the woman whom Mr. Venn had enthusiastically recommended to fill the still-vacant position of secretary. His assistant at the university, Ackerman, was most suitable for the relatively menial labor involved in setting up an autopsy or maintaining a laboratory, but lacked the clever spark that he sought in his secretary. It would be most welcome to finally find a secretary and have completed the roster of his servants.
Dr. Coyle swiftly diagnosed and prescribed treatment for the half dozen patients of the morning; none of them had particularly distressing or interesting ailments (several could be solved psychologically). He exchanged his professional garments for his walking suit, his overcoat, top hat and walking stick. Though brisk, he always took a constitutional in the mornings, and the most minute of overindulgences during the previous evening's festivities had kept him in bed longer than typical, disrupting his schedule. In fact, the brisk air was conducive not only to strenghtening the body, but in cleansing the mind. The Doctor kept over the door to his examining room a carved wooden plaque which read Mens sana in sano corpore, his professional motto.
Leaving the shelter of Greene Street, the Doctor met a chaotic flush of cold air. He tightened his scarf and began his constitutional.
3rd Feb 2008, 07:35 AM
(((ooc: Aw man, now you guys have me wanting to keep him. :P Can I put him on hiatus? I know the last middle class spot was taken due to me dropping out, but... there are other middleclass people who haven't posted since they posted their apps, and others that have posted, but not been around in a long time, so...
Sorry, I'm probably being a pain, and I hate when people do what I'm doing right now myself, but... Yeah. :D If I can put him on hiatus for just a little while and see if I become inspired again, I'd be grateful. If not, I understand, and it's all cool.)))
3rd Feb 2008, 10:11 AM
((ooc;; Sure you can Atropa :) There are apps up there that I haven't taken down yet, so no-one has taken your spot just yet... ;)))
3rd Feb 2008, 01:28 PM
Admiral" Eugenies said, inclining her head and putting her book aside "I'm so sorry, but I don't remember telling you where I lived at all". She looked over at Millie. Millie gulped and tried to avoid Eugenies gaze.
"'I'm sorry, but Millie and I must stay here sir. Neither my father nor any of my brothers are home to chaperone at the present time, so we can not come. I'm sure you understand. Perhaps another time though". Millie sighed and grumbled, she did enjoy morning walks.
"Oh come Eugenie it would be rude not to. And as the Admiral says he has company, we shall not be alone with just him. Besides I haven't had a grand tour of London city yet, today would be perfect." Millie told Eugenie and smiled sweetly. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/normal_157.jpg)
3rd Feb 2008, 05:32 PM
"Oh come Eugenie it would be rude not to. And as the Admiral says he has company, we shall not be alone with just him. Besides I haven't had a grand tour of London city yet, today would be perfect." Millie told Eugenie and smiled sweetly. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/normal_157.jpg)
Eugenie bit her lip in an effort not to become angry with her friend. If this was how she behaved all the time she could certainly see why her parents got upset with her so often. Eugenie could hardly believe she was suggesting that they just go out and about the city with someone that they had barely become acquainted with, and two strangers on top of that.
"Perhaps you can have a tour tomorrow morning instead Millie dear. I don't believe my father has any pressing business then" she said, giving her friend a significant look and smiling.
She turned her head over to Igor. "Thank you very much for the offer though Sir", she said with another smile.
3rd Feb 2008, 06:17 PM
"Perhaps you can have a tour tomorrow morning instead Millie dear. I don't believe my father has any pressing business then" Eugenie said, giving Milie a significant look and smiling.
She turned her head over to Igor. "Thank you very much for the offer though Sir", she said with another smile.
Igor waved his hand and sighed. "As I said I am sorry to bother you" Igor said sadly and headed out of the door.
Millie rounded on Eugenie. "I shall not be here tomorrow Eugenie, I have told you before though I doubt you listened I am to go home this evening. Though prehaps I should go now. I can see I am not wanted. Yes that would be better for us both. I shall take my leave as soon as I have collected my belongings. I ought to go before either one of us say something we ought not to" Millie said angrily to Eugenie and had tears in her eyes as she rushed up the stairs to Eugenies bedroom.
((God Millie is so unmature, and spoilt as well. Hopefully she will have some sense knocked into her lol))
3rd Feb 2008, 07:20 PM
I shall take my leave as soon as I have collected my belongings. I ought to go before either one of us say something we ought not to"[/I] Millie said angrily to Eugenie and had tears in her eyes as she rushed up the stairs to Eugenies bedroom.
Eugenie was utterly and completely shocked by her friend's behaviour and immediately followed her upstairs to have a talk with her. She pushed open the door to find Millie packing her things into the trunk she had brought with her.
"Millie, what on earth has come over you" she said, sitting down on the chair from her vanity (http://www.birdcageofdeadwood.com/images/boudair.jpg) "Can't you see how dreadfully improper it would be to go about the city with someone we've just barely met? And a man at that".
Eugenie got up and placed a hand on Millie's shoulder, hoping she would not be too angry with her. "Millie, you're one of my dearest friends and I wouldn't want either of our reputations to suffer because of something like that. I hope you can understand that, I don't want you to be angry with me".
((OOC: Think the thing in the corner for the vanity, ignore the other stuff LOL))
3rd Feb 2008, 08:06 PM
Millie hastily grabbed her belongings from the night before and shoved them into her suitcase. Eugenie had followed upstairs looking devasted.
"Millie, what on earth has come over you" she said, sitting down on the chair from her vanity "Can't you see how dreadfully improper it would be to go about the city with someone we've just barely met? And a man at that".
Eugenie got up and placed a hand on Millie's shoulder, "Millie, you're one of my dearest friends and I wouldn't want either of our reputations to suffer because of something like that. I hope you can understand that, I don't want you to be angry with me".
Millie looked at Eugenie, her eyes blazing. "Oho I wonder how long it would take before you started to worry about your reputation. Oh you really are something Miss.Eugenie. But don't fret your named wont be mentioned in the scandal that I cause." Millie said throwing her ballgown across the room angrily, so it landed next to her suitcase.
"And as for that man Admiral Igor, well I havent the slightest bit of interest in him, nor do I intend on taking a walk with him. I did not find him that agreeable if you must know." Millie shouted angrily and slammed her suitcase shut.
Eugenie was still sitting at her vanity table and was looking shocked by Millie's behaviour. Millie felt a twing of guilt as she looked at Eugenies face, she was clearly distressed. Millie put her suitcase down and slowly made her way to the vanity table. Sitting opposite Eugenie (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/18832790_w434_h_q80.jpg) she looked down at the table, she was unable to look Eugenie in the eye after the way she had just behaved.
"I am sorry for the way I have just acted. You must be disgusted at me, but I assure you i feel more disgusted in myself. It's not your fault and its nothing to do with Igor. If you must know the truth, I recieved a letter this morning. It was from home...my father is ill, and it's quite serious. You see now why I must go home. I should have told you but... oh god I wished to believe that the letter wasnt true. Telling you would only bring it to reality ."
Millie told Eugenie as she began to cry.
((ooc: I no the vanity table in this pic is different but the girl in it is the one i use for Millie and i thought her friend weirdly enough looked like the pic u have of Eugenie in ur application lol))
3rd Feb 2008, 08:13 PM
(( I'm a little confused...is my charcter in or not? I don't mind if not <=) ))
3rd Feb 2008, 10:55 PM
Emilie watched with earnest as Thomas hesitated to take the ugly crumb of cake from her filthy hands. Her face fell like a disappointed child as he rejected her gift; she couldn't understand why the boy didn't want cake. Surely all children loved sweet things? Her expression must have given away how she felt, for it appeared that Thomas had second thoughts about recieving the token of appreciation. He picked up the cake with a grimace, stashing it in his pocket.
"And my name is Thomas, not Tom" he said, with a final tone to his voice.
Emilie trailed on after him like a puppy, deciding not to mention the cake incident again. Instead she helped him deliberate where they would eat this morning. She knew many places near this area which made good eating, including a quaint little building down near the church she often frequented.
"Alright then, Thomas. I know a lovely ol' place where we can eat, though. Follow me!" she chirped, pulling the boy along as she skipped through the streets. Thomas seemed less-than-eager to follow her, after realising the moulding cake was Emilie's idea of haute cuisine, but the boy had little say in the matter now she had decided.
They finally arrived at the 'restaurant' after about ten minutes of travelling in this manner; Emilie came to an abrupt halt as they rounded the corner near the church and faced a shadowy alley. She indicated a door to a terraced house about half-way down the street, with a flaking sign hanging off. One could vaguely make out the words 'SOOP KITCHEN' marked clumsily on the wooden placard.
"Here we are!" she said happily, presenting the building to Thomas. "Fella who runs this is awfully nice. Don' have to pay him or nothing, not if I gives him what he wants later on..." she trailed off a bit, wondering whether someone young like Thomas would even understand what her job entailed. She shrugged to herself; it didn't matter too much. "Let's go in then, mister!"
((Yawn.. I don't even know if they had Soup Kitchens in Victorian times. Anyway, need to register for tickets to Glastonbury! :)))
4th Feb 2008, 07:27 AM
((Oh Hay you can't seriously be going there can you.... tut tut tut - Just joking hope you get the tickets!!!
Bad post just me trying to get Ian back into the swing of things.))
Ian was already in the office but was in need of a walk. He had to get out of there for some reason he just didn't seem to be able to breath today. He left the office and head out of town, he wasn't quite sure where he was going he was just trying to get away, get out to clear his mind, a job liek his could really get to you especially when you weren't sure you really were amking a difference.
((Approachable almost anywhere))
4th Feb 2008, 05:00 PM
((ooc;; Oooh! Hmm, I imagine they might've Hay - and I hope you get 'em! I wanna go this year! ...
And, Fayre, I'll take you up on that (that he's approachable ... lol) ;) but first...
It is now afternoon in London...))
5th Feb 2008, 04:57 AM
"I recieved a letter this morning. It was from home...my father is ill, and it's quite serious. You see now why I must go home. I should have told you but... oh god I wished to believe that the letter wasn't true. Telling you would only bring it to reality ."
Millie told Eugenie as she began to cry.
Eugenie's eyes widened and she immediately got up to put her arms around her friend. "Oh Millie, I'm so very sorry" she said, holding her close "I had no idea your father was so ill. Of course you must go home right away to help him get better. I'll tell Sebastien to get the fastest horses we've got and the quickest carriage to take you home".
Eugenie let go of Millie to pull a handkercheif from the vanity and offer it to her. "I just wish there was something more I could do for you Millie. I feel terrible".
(((OOC: It's ok sunshine :) What movie is that from anyway?)))
6th Feb 2008, 07:07 PM
((ooc;; Yes Swirly. I've been off the computer for a couple of days - my apologies, but your character has got a middle class spot.
It doesn't matter at all... it's all up to you...
Just a note that it is 24 hours until night ...))
6th Feb 2008, 09:47 PM
(( OK, should she have her own house or shall she arrive at someone's home as a distant cousin or somehing to that effect? ))
7th Feb 2008, 08:57 PM
Thomas was leading Emilie to a small, and gloriously cheap, restauraunt with her following meekly behind him. He hoped that she hadn't been too offended by how he hesitated taking her cake, but he figured she would get over it quickly.
Indeed, after only a few minutes she pulled up next to him and siad happily, "Alright then, Thomas. I know a lovely ol' place where we can eat, though. Follow me!" Then she skipped off, leaving Thomas no choice but to follow along wondering what sort of Corn Law hole in the wall they were going to. He had completely given up on good food by that point. As he suspected she led him to an old church and down a back alley. His hands reflexively slid into his pockets in case there were other urchins like himself wandering around. It didn't look like a bad neighborhood, but he had no interest in losing his money. most of the way down the alley there was a door into the church and on a dilapidated swinging sign blurrily printed letters that read "SOOP KITCHEN."
Thomas was about to offer to take Emilie somewhere nicer but before he could do more than open his mouth she said cheerfully, "Fella who runs this is awfully nice. Don' have to pay him or nothing, not if I gives him what he wants later on..." Thomas was about to interrupt as quickly as he could, he suspected that Emilie was a whore, and he suspected that she suspected he was a thief. As long as neither of them said it specifically he didn't care- either way he didn't want to know aobut what she did, and doubted that she'd be that interested in what he did. She seemed to notice his discomfiture, so she shrugged and said "Let's go in then, mister!"
Thomas didnt think there was any polite way to say that he was more than willing to go somewhere nicer, so he walked in to see a rather pathetic sight. There were very poor quality wooden tables, five of them, mostly empty except for one that had some fellow that was playing solitare. He glanced up, gave what Thomas thought was a wretchedly insincere smile and, upon seeing Emilie, who had walked in behind him, positively beamed. The man chattered away in an unintelligibly thick accent, put a beefy hand on Thomas's shoulder to sit him at a table next to Emilie, and walked off into another room. It was probably where the food was judging by the smells coming from it. Not that Thomas thought they were particularly nice, but it was definitely edible in a loose sense, whatever it was. He clutched the table until his knuckles turned white, hoping that Emilie wouldn't think him horribly elitist for preffering to go hungry than come to a place like this, and wondering jxut what sort of creep would give a whore food for her services.
((OOC: Sorry for the delay and oddness... didnt want to GM anything much :)))
7th Feb 2008, 09:23 PM
((OOC: Some French film I think. I use Clemence Posey for Millie's pic, she is french and in Harry Potter 4 movie as Fleur :D))
Eugenie's eyes widened and she immediately got up to put her arms around her friend. "Oh Millie, I'm so very sorry" she said, holding her close "I had no idea your father was so ill. Of course you must go home right away to help him get better. I'll tell Sebastien to get the fastest horses we've got and the quickest carriage to take you home".
"I just wish there was something more I could do for you Millie. I feel terrible". Eugenie said handing Millie a hankerchief.
"Do not feel bad It is not anyones fault. Its just my responsiblity now to go home and help him recover. I pray to god he makes a full and speedy recover. You have been so kind, I do not know how I can repay your generiousty. Just remember any time you need help, I shall be there. I must take my leave now, thank you once more Eugenie" Millie said and swiftly picked up her luggage and walked down to the entrance hall waiting for her carriage to arrive.
7th Feb 2008, 10:08 PM
Julia Axe left her house and held up her dress while she walked so it wouldn't get dirty. She looked around, and after a ten minute walk, she spotted Ian. She ran up to him and laughed.
"Iaan!" she squeeled. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not really bothering if anyone saw and looked into his eyes.
"So how was your day?" she asked as she took his hand and stroked it. "I haven't seen you in a while!"
((yess she doesn't really care about all the rules.))
9th Feb 2008, 10:49 PM
((I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to withdraw from the RP :( . I really like my character, and I've had a good time playing with y'all, but real life beckons. Thanks so much funheart00--it's a great RP.
10th Feb 2008, 02:18 AM
There was a large explosion on the west side of town, in Mr. Stanbury's basement. He was operating on too little sleep and mixed the wrong chemicals together.
((OOC: I'm sorry too! Victor just won't talk to me. Thanks for all your hard work funheart. I'm sorry to do this to you, but now someone else can have Victor's space. It really wasn't fair that he was hogging that and not around much.))
10th Feb 2008, 05:06 AM
((OOC: Awwwww :( Sorry to see you guys go! Eugenie shall miss her cranky doctor pal :) ))
12th Feb 2008, 03:50 PM
((ooc;; I'm sorry to see you two go :( Victor and the doctor were great. Also, I want to apologise for not being around much .. real life rears it's ugly head once again... but I'm back now, so on with it?
It is now Evening in London...))
27th Feb 2008, 04:06 AM
((OOC: Soooo if the two upperclass spots are open....anyone feel like making an eligible young bachelor for Eugenie :Puppy: She needs something to do! :P))
28th Feb 2008, 12:53 AM
Name: James Emry
Bio: James grew up on his fmaily's magnificent country estate, learning to be an effective lordling for his small domain. His father died recently, leaving James sole heir of the Emry estate, except for his mother. his father's death was not recent enough that James had reached his majority, and in a fit of greif James was sent to boarding school to learn his social graces. Rather than achieve this he was introduced to life outside of effectively managing the estate, including drugs, girls and general misbehavior. He was expelled from school just before christmas and arrived home drunk, at which point his mother promptly and thoroughly legally disowned him. He stole several hundred pounds and made his way to London to attempt to make a new life.
((Hope that'll do, and hope I can have another spot))
28th Feb 2008, 02:47 AM
(((OOC: Ooooooer, bit of a bad boy I see. That'll certainly be interesting with Miss prim and proper Eugenie *grins and does happy dance* nice to see everyone's not hibernating LOL)))
28th Feb 2008, 09:38 PM
((ooc;; Fantastic Entry Furry... can't wait to see him in action ;)))
28th Feb 2008, 10:52 PM
((OOC: I'm glad to see that this rp is up and moving again. I am so sorry I haven't had chance to rp for a while but school work and drama has taken over my life.))
29th Feb 2008, 01:31 AM
James Emry sat in the small, close cab, attempting to not scream.
He had been expelled from boarding school for showing up in an opium and alcohol addled state to class and attempting to pick up the headmistress. He flinched even thinking about it, the headmistress was an old harpy, but at least he had been too wasted to remeber a thing.
After he sobered up the woman had said in clipped sharp words that he was to leave as soon as he could pack, that there was a cab outside, that he was no longer welcome at school. James had been too angry to really think about what to do, what to tell his mother. So rather than spending the three hour trip planning some way of concilitating his mother, he had drank most of a bottle of vodka that his best mate had brought him. When he arived the cabman had wrinkled his nose, James staggered into the main hall of his mansion. His mother had seen him and a look of equal parts mortification and fear settled onto her features. He had smiled, waved, hiccuped and said, "Momma, I'm not welcome at school." According to his mother he had passed out upon the cool tile floor at that point.
She had waited for him to sober up, handed him a suitcase and said coldly, "Leave." Jsut that one single word from his mother made his pounding hangover seem like a joyous walk in the park. He had quietly asked if he could grab a few possessions from his room, and at her single curt nod he had walked up the grand staircase, trying to memorize every detail. He had grabbed a few items from his room and was on his way back out the door when he passed what used to be his fathers study. What was now his mothers study. What should have been his study. It felt like someone else controlled his limbs as he walked in, pulled open the drawer, the second one on the right, with the pull like a gryphon, and stole as much cash as could fit in his pockets.
He had gone down and couldn't look at his mother, not even to say good bye. He stepped out, glanced back once, and then shut the door. The cab station was a short walk away, but it had started to rain, so by the time he had gotten into this small carraige he was soaked and miserable.
The driver finaly asked, "Hey, kid, where to?"
James just shivered and said the first place he could think of: London. The driver nodded and set the horses out. James sat back in his seat, attempting to plan a bit better what to do. Money would not be an issue, he would be able to rent somewhere nice, but he had learned enough when he was preparing to manage the estate to know he needed another source of income. The thought made his head throb, and his hangover was not quite gone, so james simply shrugged to himself and went to sleep.
A few hours later he arived in the city and paid the cabman, tipping handsomely. Upon stepping out of the house the sheer size and scent and crowding of the city pressed in on him, and he looked about with wide eyes. Only then did he realize he had nowhere to go, knew no one, and was in a city ridden with thieves and cutpurses with a small fortune in his pocket. He swallowed quietly and picked up his suitcase and walked down the street as if he had a slight idea of where the heck he was going. There was probably an inn he could stay in until he could find better housing he reasoned. It was the city after all, how hard could anything be?
29th Feb 2008, 07:20 AM
((Ok I'm sorry people I have been quiet here recently but me and this thread just didn't click. And as i am removing myself from this site except to maintain my duties in one roleplay I will have to say goodbye to you all which I do with a guilty heart I hate it when people do this normally but I understand for them it is necessary as I hope you do with me. So sorry!
29th Feb 2008, 04:55 PM
(((ooc;; I'm sorry to see you go, Fayre, but I understand, and RL always takes priority. Hope things get better.
Also, it's 24 hours until morning :D)))
29th Feb 2008, 06:06 PM
It was nightfall when Millie finally reached home (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/337px-Fenton_House_Hampstead_front_.jpg). She clutched at her hankerchief as the carriage entered into the driveway. She dreaded to think of how much worse her fathers condition had gotten. Millie began to cry silently as she thought of a life without her father.
Although her father and herself did not have much time to spend together, when they did it was bliss.
Millie was greeted by the Butler, he took her bags and escorted her into the drawing room. Her mother was standing near the fireplace her face buried into her hankerchief. "Mama" Millie said quietly. Her mother looked up at Millie, her face grave. "Your Father is upstairs Millicent. I am sure he would like to see you" She replied and then sobbed into her hankerchief once more.
Millie slowly made her way into the master bedroom. The curtains where drawn and her father's face was in complete shadow. Millie stood next to him unsure what to do, or to say. "Millie...is that you" Her father called out his voice weak and strained. Millie grabbed his hand and leaned in closer so he could see her face (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/18832819_w434_h_q80.jpg). "Yes father its me" Millie replied and took the flannel from the sideboard and dipped it in the ice cold water. She cooled her fathers forehead and kissed it while he feel back into his deep sleep.
Her mother had entered into the master bedroom behind her. Millie turned slowly to face her. "How long has he got" Millie asked gulping, she began to shake, not wanting to hear what she dreaded. "The doctor said a day or so, if he is lucky." Her mother replied coldy and Millie gasped "A DAY! No it cannot be" Millie cried out. "It is true, but we must be strong for him. Prehaps if you had not gone swanning off to balls then your fathers condition may not have worsened. He survives only for you" Her mother said spitefully and Millie burst into tears. She couldn't believe her mother could put such blame on her. But it was her fault, she should have been there to look after her father.
2nd Mar 2008, 12:55 AM
James had wandered aimlessly for about an hour before finding an inn that didn't look like it was frequented by thieves, rapists or worse. He only noticed as he pulled out his billfold to pay the innkeep at the establishment he had decided to stay at that his hands had wandered into his pocket to feircely grip what was there. There were sweat stains on the cash and his fingers had left prominent creases, which made the innkeeper raise her eyebrows with some amusement before handing him a thick brass key.
He smiled back weakly, and then walked up the creaky stairs, holding his suitcase. The room was small, and the matress was creaky, but james realized he had no reason to complain. He set his bag down and rummaged in it for a moment, finally pulling out the remnants of the vodka he had drunk on the carraige ride from school. He gazed at it for a moment, wondering if he should finish the bottle, when it had brought such turmoil already. He sat like that for several minutes, perfectly still, one hand in his pocket gripping the still damp stack of pund notes, on hand clutching the mostly empty bottle of vodka. Finally he reached down and unstoppered it to drink deeply. his head swimming pleasantly he slid under the scratchy blankets the innkeepr had provided, and went to sleep. It had been one hell of a long day.
17th Mar 2008, 10:38 PM
((ooc;; Okay, I want to try and kick-start us back up. I'm gonna go ahead and call morning now, and want to find a couple of senario's to get everyone back in here. If anyone gets any ideas please PM me :D
Morning has arrived in London... ))
18th Mar 2008, 10:57 PM
Igor woke as the morning sun blazed in through his bedroom window. He stepped out of bed, his feet meeting the icy bare wood floor. His eyes still half shut, he guided himself through the room with his arms outstretched.
He reached the sink in the corner of the room and splashed icy cold water across his worn out face.
It was a cold dull morning. Igor had already started the day in a bad mood. He had been tossing and turning most of the night. He did this most nights, he found it impossible to sleep. Plans and ideas buzzed through his head all night long.
It was mid morning when Igor had finally dressed and was seated eating his morning meal. "Sir a Mr.Hughes has sent a message, he assisted that you read it straight away sir" One of Igors girls said as they poured out his morning drink. Igor said nothing but gestured for the girl to give him the message. The girl handed him a letter sealed in a brown envelope. Igor opened the letter with care and slowly read it, as he sunk back into his soft leather chair.
The letter was from one of his old clients. A very important client Indeed. "Tell Mr.Hughes I shall arrange it for this coming friday. I will send message when she has arrived." Igor instructed to the girl and she nodded.
"Oh and Lizzie send for Thomas. It is urgent business tell him." Igor added and the girl nodded once more and Igor dismissed her from the room.
18th Mar 2008, 11:30 PM
Thomas had eaten with Emilie, or more exactly, he had sat with her as she enthusiastically gulped down what Thomas saw as slop and then he paid for it. He had still been a bit hungry, but he had eaten that morning, and stuffed his face at the banquet, so he wasn't too concerned. Seeing nothing better to be doing that day Thomas had gone home to sleep off the last of the previous night's indulgences.
((OOC: referring to the banquet night, I misremeber where that is in proportion to now))
The morning dawned cold, clear and early through Thomas's window waking him with the dawn. Feeling much refreshed he had left to go find some breakfast, his stomach mightily protesting that he had barely eaten the day before. Thomas was still patently unwilling to go into the nicer quarters of the city if he didn't have to, especially since he had finally changed out of his suit and was now dressed comfortably in his usual attire as an urchin. So he only went to a bakery and got a loaf of bread before going outside to watch traffic for any potentially easy marks. He had gotten nearly ten pounds at the banquet, and was pleased by that, but the fact of the matter was he still had an apartment with a gaping hole in the roof and no furniture- a situation he sought to remedy.
As he leaned on the wall, slowly and neatly eating the whole loaf several possibilities for him to pickpocket passed by, but Thomas decided to let everyone enjoy thier new year's stroll, at least until after his breakfast. Once he finished he managed to get two fellows in quick succession- on different streets of course- and he decided that that was quite sufficient for a morning's work. It was nearly midmorning by that time, so Thomas decided to go to a bookshop he had seen before. Furniture or no, being literate wasn't of that much use to him, and that was something else he hoped to change.
However just as he was about to go into the shop a somewhat pretty girl came running towards him. Thomas was a bit confused for a moment and seriously contemplated disappearing into the London back streets, but after a moment he recognized her. It was one of the whores he had seen when he had gone to Igor's house. A bit curious, he held short and waited for her to catch up with him. Once she did he said slowly, "Yes?"
((OOC: You can have lizzie take him wherever now))
19th Mar 2008, 12:36 AM
((OOC: Going to scream just wrote an rp and them my internet decides to mess up :@))
Lizzie (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/Dita_Von_Teese_021.jpg) had been in and out of every shop in the area. There was just no sign of Thomas. She hated Igor sometimes for sending out on a message. Her corset digged into her tiny waist and made her feel faint.
Slumping against a bakery wall she tried to loosen her corset. Panting for air she spotted him .Thomas was browsing instead a bookshop next door. Strange, she didnt know he could read. She pulled herself up from the wall and casually walked into the bookshop. His eyes fell on to her, they had meet before. Looking down at him with her dark eyes she moved closer to him. Whispering in his ear "Igor wants you now. Urgent business. I'd hurry up and go deal with it, if you know whats best son".
With that she turned and edged her way over to the nearest bookshelf. She couldnt read, but the pictures would be good enough for her.
19th Mar 2008, 12:42 AM
((OOC: Oh wow I ahte when that happens! I c/p into microsoft word every paragraph or two after that happend five or six times (on some truly behemoth posts) under my old OS. Surprisingly effective. I hope your muse doth returns!))
Thomas was a bit surprised to find the girl get even closer to him, and whisper "Igor wants you now. Urgent business. I'd hurry up and go deal with it, if you know whats best son" She then stalked off to a book shelf and pulled out a book. Thomas didn't know what to concentrate more on- the fact he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to go help with Igor's "business," the fact that a woman probably only a year or two his elder was calling him "son," the fact that a literate whore was something of a quandry, or that she had been really, really close to him a moment before.
He settled the last two by walking over and handing her a shilling tip for delivering the message. He didn't precisely have money to spare, but the few occasions he did honest street work he was annoye dif he didn't get some change for his efforts. While he dropped the shilling at ther he saw she seemed to only be looking at the lavish illustrations int he book she'd chosen. He smiled a bit, and then turned to leave without a word to her.
Wretchedly unethical person that Igor seemed, Thomas so far had no tangible reason to stop working for him, so he went over into the significantly damper part of the city than the cozy book shop, and found the building Igor had shown him a few days earlier. Thomas walked up to the door and knocked smartly, sorely hoping that he wasn't late and that if he was the little whore wouldn't get in trouble.
19th Mar 2008, 01:33 AM
Millie had been awake all night. She would not leave her fathers bedside. Her hand lay in his, gripping it extra tight.
She most have doze of for a few hours for when she awoke, the hand which she had once grasped was next to her face. Her eyes still closed she kissed the hand. It felt icy cold, like the frosty morning air. Slowly she opened her eyes, dreading what she might find if she opened them.
Her worse fears had come true. Her father lay motionless in bed. His eyes shut and his face grey. Millie jumped up from her sleeping position and called for help. "Mama, Mama come quick it is Father" She cried.
Her Mama, accompanied with a doctor ran into the room.
The Doctor confirmed it all. Her father was dead.
Millies mother let out a dramatic sob, whilst Millie stood silent and unable to say, feel or do anything. She was tramatically shocked. She felt numb, like she was dreaming it all. It wasnt until the Doctor suggested moving the body that Millie hit reality. "No!" she cried out. "Let us say our last goodbye, before he is moved"
Millie moved to her decased Father's side. Kneeling at the top of his bed, she stroked his face. A single tear slid down her face as she kissed her father goodbye on the cheek.
Her mother and herself spent the rest of the day in the Living Palour. They lay next (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/odunican/victoria%20rp/18832794_w434_h_q80.jpg) to the fireplace. Both unable to say anything. The painful memories kept flooding Millie's head. "What must we do now Mama" Millie asked suddenly, her voice toneless and cold.
"We do what all women must do. We survive and remain strong." Her mother replied and Millie knew she was right.
19th Mar 2008, 01:43 AM
Igor had been pacing up and down his office all morning.
The idea that ran through his mind, was being more and more brillant. But where was that brat Thomas. The idea could not take place if he was not here.
He would have words with that whore Lizzie later. Her work of late was lacking and messages where going undelievered. A few whips across the back ought to do her good, Igor thought smiling evily.
A knock at the door stopped Igor's evil thoughts. Hurrying to the door he opened it slowly, just enough so he could see who was knocking, but not enough so they could enter in. It was the half wit Thomas. "In" Igor commanded and opened the door wider, ragging the boy by the collar.
"I sent for you two hours ago. Your lateness will be punished. I told you I cannot have people working for me who do not do as I command." Igor threatened him. He was mad, this often happened when he become excited. He was unsure of how to express his happiness, threatening people often did the trick.
"Get in there, we have urgent business to attend to." Igor commanded to Thomas and shoved him inside his office.
19th Mar 2008, 10:50 PM
Thomas had been pleasantly surprised to find the door open pretty promptly after he knocked, he figured he was finally getting a bit of respect. That delusion dashed itself pretty thoroughly when he found Igor's hand on his collar and himself being dragged past the doorjamb. Igor shut the door and then said a bit redundantly, "In"
Thomas didn't bother to say anything, instead he fastidiously fixed his shirt from the dramatic wrinkles that had so recently appeared. A small moment passed and Thomas brefily wondered if he was supposed to say anything, but he was spared the trouble of coming up with a reply when Igor said with a cold, threatening voice, "I sent for you two hours ago. Your lateness will be punished. I told you I cannot have people working for me who do not do as I command." Thomas's face contorted at that, and he was about to reply to the undeniably unfair statement that it wasn't his fault, he'd come as soon as he'd known. The words died in his throat and he visibly subsided as he realized that if he didn't point out that it had been the little whore's fault, and it had been, then she might, possibly, not get in trouble. He hoped so, and he was just unperceptive enough to think that as a boy he would be able to handle or avoid whatever "punishment" was than some poor girl.
igor didn't give Thomas much time to mull that over thoroughly beffore saying, "Get in there, we have urgent business to attend to." and bodily shoving Thomas into a dingy rathole office. A bit sick of being manhandled Thomas mumbled under his breath, "I can walk yknow." Then he said to Igor, "Urgent business, fair enough, what d'ya need?" He figured that the best thing to do at the moment, given that he had been late nd that he didn't want to get the girl in trouble, would be to be polite and helpful. Or up and leave. But Thomas had already decided not to for that day at least.
21st Mar 2008, 11:48 PM
igor didn't give Thomas much time to mull that over thoroughly beffore saying, "Get in there, we have urgent business to attend to." and bodily shoving Thomas into a dingy rathole office. A bit sick of being manhandled Thomas mumbled under his breath, "I can walk yknow." Then he said to Igor, "Urgent business, fair enough, what d'ya need?" He figured that the best thing to do at the moment, given that he had been late nd that he didn't want to get the girl in trouble, would be to be polite and helpful. Or up and leave. But Thomas had already decided not to for that day at least.
"Hmmm well to bad you didnt use those legs to get here quicker wasnt it then" Igor shouted at Thomas. "Sit" he demanded and pointed to a chair in the corner of his office.
"Right I got a job for you." He told Thomas and pointed at him. "I recieved a letter from one of my VERY VERY important clients this morning. Now I wont go into to much detail about the letter, but the jest is that he would like a lovely lady to entertain him. But our problem is that it cant just be any girl." Igor said and began to pace the floor.
"No he only touches the very best girls, were talking about well breed girls. Middle class girls, the younger and innocent the better. Now your job is to get such a woman and bring her here. Now that is damm well impossible, unless the woman at hand knows you and trust you already. Fall my drift?" Igor asked Thomas and then sat at his desk.
"Now I believe I did see you infact with a middle class woman at the party a few nights ago. Pretty little thing, I even managed to speak to her. At the time I didnt no how useful she would be of course. I was rather hoping to be aquainted with her rich friend." Igor continued but realised he was going off topic.
"The fact is you need to somehow convience our lovely Miss.Robinson to come here. Once we have her here there will be problem. Its impossible to leave this place once we gotta a hold of you, ask any of the girls" Igor grinned evily and his eyes glittered.
"Now any questions about your task?" Igor asked Thomas and stirred at him.
22nd Mar 2008, 12:02 AM
Thomas was flabbergasted. It was one thing to steal money from rich people. It was one thing to steal to feed himself, but it was another thing entirely to steal a person, especially to put her into prostitution. Especially with a scumbag like Igor.
The only thing Thomas could do was stammer out, "W-w-what? No! Not only is that horribly unethical, its- its- its, horribly unethical!" Thomas was aware that he was being incoherent and that it would probably have been much smarter to think a bit before he spoke, rather than be controlled by emotion. But he was right, and he suspected that Igor knew it. What sort of person would he be if he kidnapped- there was no other word for it, consentual or no, for what Igor was proposing- some dumb rich girl?
((OOC: Aww poor thomas, hes really worked up, youll prolly have to be really nasty to him to get him involved now...))
23rd Mar 2008, 05:40 PM
"W-w-what? No! Not only is that horribly unethical, its- its- its, horribly unethical!" Thomas replied stuttering.
Igor eyes sharpened and he stood up from his desk.
"NO, did you just say No!" Igor said his voice aggressive.
"I didnt hire you to say NO BOY! You will do exactly what I say and when I say it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND." Igor shouted and stepped forward towards Thomas.
"Now I think you better go ahead with this plan and follow my every order. Otherwise you will be making good friends with a few of my other boys. I heard they can be quiet..umm rough sometimes" Igor smirked evily and grabbed Thomas by the collar and tightened his grip about it, so Thomas was unable to breathe properly. "last person they 'delt' with...well it wasnt a pretty sight." Igor whispered to Thomas sinisterly, his face in Thomas's.He lifted Thomas up from the ground by his collar and then threw him across the floor.
"So you see there really is no choice for you." Igor smirked standing over Thomas's body. He kicked him hard in the stomach and Thomas doubled over in pain. "That will teach you to say NO!" Igor laughed and called one of his girls. He sat back down at his desk and began to write his reply to his client.
"Remove THAT from my site" He said to her and pointed to Thomas who was still on the floor.
"Oh and Thomas, I want the girl by friday. No excuses."
23rd Mar 2008, 08:22 PM
Thomas had a moment to realize that he had probably just made a very large mistake. In that moment of rather uncomfortable realization came another thought- that he wasn't able to do much about it.
Thus Thomas wasn't fully surprised when Igor came at him, yelling, "NO, did you just say No! I didnt hire you to say NO BOY! You will do exactly what I say and when I say it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND." he was about to nod and make his excuses to leave when Igor suddenly grabbed his collar, making it hard to breathe. Thomas's street honed reflexes darted his hand to where he kept a knife in his boot, but a combination of panic and skewed common sense kept him from using it as he was almost bodily lifted from the chair.
"Now I think you better go ahead with this plan and follow my every order. Otherwise you will be making good friends with a few of my other boys. I heard they can be quiet..umm rough sometimes. Last person they 'delt' with...well it wasnt a pretty sight." Then Igor did bodily throw Thomas into the wall, and he crumpled into a heap, giving a small, piteous whimper as he attempted to regain his breath. Igor then strode over and Thomas looked up in mute entreaty, breathing hard as though he'd just run for miles. Thomas doubled over in agony as Igor kicked him viciously in the stomach.
Thomas couldn't hear whatever Igor said next over the roaring of blood in his ears but he got the gist- he had no choice in the matter. One of the whores came over to him and helped him to walk out. He didn't even remeber to offer her a tip, later he would hope that the girl understood, even though in actuality she was not expecting one. Once he had gotten a few blocks away from Igor's building and had finally caught his breath from the short strangulation he had been given he considered his options.
The injuries he had received truly surprised him. In his years on the streets he had gotten into fights, and had proabably received far worse beatings than what Igor had just doled out. On the other hand, on the streets once something came to blows, a winner was decided, the issue was moot. Not here. Here there was every possibility that he could get more of the same and worse, over the same exact issue. That was foreign to him and highly unpleasant. Thomas knew that Igor had agreed before all this started that if he wanted out, he could leave, but by now Thomas trusted Igor's word about as far as he could throw the man. Given that Thomas was small for his age and that Igor had the physique of someone who had never starved, and was a full foot taller, that wasn't very far at all. So.. galling though it was and much as his consceinse was screaming at him, he laboriously pulled himself to his feet to walk to his apartment.
Every step sent a short lance of agony through his abdomen as he walked to his apartment, and when he arrived he sprawled on the floor to gently gently probe the bruise that was sullenly taking over most of his stomach, and where he had been directly kicked there was a spot of blood. Thomas winced just looking at it, and took one of his older sets of clothing- he had been buying more as he had money- and rolled it into a torniquet to staunch the slow trickle of blood.
He realized he probably should rest for a while, at least until the swelling went down, but he was still slightly panicked so he took five pounds, his knife and little else and started walking towards Millie's house. He had found out where it was as a matter of course after he helped her before, in case he needed to call in a favor.
((OOC: Gads, that's a long post. I'll have him arrive after someone posts after me))
24th Mar 2008, 03:06 AM
((OOC: Eek, forgot all aobut James...))
James awoke the next morning staring at a completely unfamiliar ceiling, with a throbbing hang over and a mighty feeling of panic. As the previous day's events trickled into his alcohol befuddled mind he got slowly to his feet, wincing every time a noise came in from outside.
He dressed in a neat suit, he was planning on finding some sort of gainful employment that day, or getting some breakfast. Whcihever was easier. So he slipped on a coat and took a bit of the small fortune he had taken with him and slid it into his pocket. The rest sat in his suit case, which gave james a paranoid twinge, so he closed the suitcase with a lock his mother had thoughtfully provided, and slid it under the inn's bed.
Stepping outside he found a quaint little bakery, where he picked up a roll and some jam, and he then walked to the park to eat it. There was a bench near a pond complete with ducks, and James sat down to eat, occasionally throwing some of his food to the ducks. The full weight of the other day's events had not hit him yet, but james was aware enough to realize they would, and he had better stay out of the way until afterwards.
28th Mar 2008, 12:39 AM
Millie paced across the room, her head working overtime but her body feeling numb.
"Would you sit down child" Her mother commanded and sighed. Millie stopped in her tracks and glared at her mother.
"I am sorry that I cannot appear to be as calm as you Mama. I am sorry that I am grieving for my father, I didnt know it would be such a hinderence to you."Mille replied bitterly and sat in the nearest chair.
"Watch your tongue, do you not think I too may be grieving. But we must remain calm and collective, times like these are for silence."
"The funeral arrangements, what is to be done" Millie asked standing up from her chair and walking over to the nearby window. She wasnt able to sit still, her body seemed out of control.
"I have contacted the undertaker, he has all the arrangements for this afternoon." Her mother replied still calm. Millie stood still stirring out of the window.
"You had better get into your clothes for the furneal. I have asked for them to be laid out on your bed." Her mother told her and Millie nodded and made her way to her bedroom.
When she was finally dressed in her mourning gown, she sat on her bed. She began to cry softly, dabbing her hanky to her eyes.
"Miss the carriage has arrived" one of the servant voices said behind her nervously. Millie nodded and wiped her tears away. Standing up she took a deep breath and then straightened up, walking down the stairs into the carriage her head held high to stop the tears following.
Once they had gotten to the church Millie sat teary eyed throughout the whole ceremony. It was then time for the burial of her father, the part she had been dreading the most. She stood numb at the graveside. Throwing in a simple rose she said goodbye to her father, her eyes streaming. She could take no more, as they began to throw the dirt back into the grave she ran. As fast as she could, she didnt even no where. She was blinded by tears. She stopped at a nearby street, her foot was twisted and she could run no longer. She leant against a stone wall her foot throbbing and her face wet with tears.
(Approchable, but g2g now to bed)
28th Mar 2008, 02:46 AM
Thomas made his way through London, hunched over, and he could feel the blood soaking through his torniquet. It never occured to him to stop, he was in a state of shock. By the time he got to the outskirts of the city however, his wits were slowly returning, although the agony in his side was no less. By the time he was three miles out from the city he realized there was no way he could keep going without hurting himself badly. Or worse.
He found a small farmhouse perched on a hill, and with absolutel nothing in the way of ethical compunctions he broke into the barn. There was a large pile of rags and a bottle of brandy- perfect. Wincing slightly in anticipation he pured brandy all over one of the rags and tied it around the bruise on his stomach. Once the searing fire from the alcohol died down he took an experimental step forward. The bandage was tight enough to keep him upright, loose enough that the bruising didn't protest at every step. That would do. He left a coin near the bottle of brandy and hoped whoever owned the land would understand. Not that he intended to get caught.
Once his wounds were properly tended Thomas was able to make much better time, striding across the country side and being able to reach Millie's estate by late morning. The boundary was marked neatly with a split rail fence, and black pennants were tied around each post. Thomas stared at those pennants long and hard. Someone had died then, and recently if the lack of fading on the pennants was any indication. He walked forward then much slower and more careful than before. The nescessity of why he was here tore at him, but his bruise and cut still twinged enough with every step to let him know why.
There was a tiny little farming village- the Robinson peasants, and Thomas decided he had time to stop in, get something to eat, and figure out what was with those sad long streamers. A bread cart cheerfully parted with a loaf of bread for Thomas's money, and the man behind it started chattering away as Thomas ate the whole loaf, practically without chewing it. Traversing the twenty miles to Millie's estate in a morning was ravenous work. "There ya go boy eat up, you look like you could use a meal. Right pity there are people like you about, even with the old master. Saddest thing I've heard, him up and dying, and seemed so hale. Why just this springtide he was out reaping with the threshers. So sad it was."
Thomas had heard enough so he smiled and made polite excuses to the cartman and walked off. So the master of the estate had died? That was probably Millie's father or brother. He was musing on how he might use this to get Millie to London when he turned a corner and crashed into a woman in a black dress sobbing against a wall. He was about to make his apologies when he recognized under the finery was none other than Millie.
Thomas couldn't tell if she recognized him, she was viewing things through a veil of tears and he fancied himself much more sophisticatedly dressed than he was last time they'd met. He said quietly, "Millie, it's me Thomas. I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?"
2nd Apr 2008, 02:54 AM
Bored senseless was currently an excellent way to describe the state of mind of the young Lady Albany. Every last one of her younger brothers had found something to occupy themselves for the time being. Her father was off on some business at a friend's house, and her mother had gone with him to visit.
Eugenie's eldest brother Albert was around the house somewhere, but he was occupied with preparations for the upcoming birth of his first child. He was holed up in his study with his wife going over details for the soon to be born childs' christening.
So she was sitting in a window seat near the front of the manor, a copy of Pride and Prejudice resting on her lap. She had been reading it, but her mind just didn't want to keep it's mind on anything today. she was more occupied with looking out the window, watching all the people pass by.
2nd Apr 2008, 11:17 PM
James finished his breakfast, meager though it was in comparison to what he was used to, and then got up to contemplate what to do. Getting a job could wait he decided, he was rich, he was screwed no matter what he did, so he had better live irresponsibly before the inevitable guilt trip could set in.
He spent a fair part of the morning visiting pubs, but couldn't bring himself to drink anything much, he was not yet so consumed by alcohol that it was a cure all. And seeing the lushes in the taverns did not make him all too eager to get soused when he had a fair amount of money in his pockets.
He travelled systematically through the city and eventually wound up in the wealthy residential areas in the center of town. He would normally pay no mind to the fancy dwellings, the country estate he had so recently been exiled from was the most beautiful building in the world so far as he cared- but one house caught his eye. He stared at it for a moment wondering why this mansion, identical to all the others should catch his eye. Then it dawned on him. His cousin's cousin's who-knows-what Eugenie lived there! Before he precisely knew waht was happening he had bounded up the stairs to hit the door knocker thinking eagerly, "Free room and board!" and not the least bit perturbed by the fact he'd proabably met Eugenie, and more importatnly, her borhter Albert, less than half a dozen times in almost two decades.
2nd Apr 2008, 11:28 PM
Posted by Fayreview:
Wow. He's really hot. Who is he?
Edit: Nevermind. I figured it out. Shame he doesn't look very attractive at all in his other pictures.
3rd Apr 2008, 01:43 AM
Eugenie heard the loud knocking on the door and looked up from her book to see what was going on. Of course she didn't get up just yet, it was probably someone else to see Albert and offer thier congratulations on the upcoming arrival. So she was rather surprised when Sebastien came in the door and said "M'Lady Eugenie, a cousin of yours has just arrived. A Mr. James Emry, Would you like me to get Master Albert to see him".
"No, that's allright. No sense in disturbing him" said Eugenie, struggling to remember exactly how she was related to this James Emry "See him into the parlour would you please. I'll be there in a moment". The butler nodded and left to do as he was bid, while Eugenie climbed off the window seat and set the book down on a side table.
She smoothed her skirts out and then she tried to figure out how she knew him. "Emry...Emry...Oh wait....one of father's cousins married a man named Emry. That must be it. How silly of me to forget". She smiled and smoothed her hair back before gathering her skirts and walking through the house to the parlour.
When she reached it she walked through the doors and smiled politely. "Cousin James" she said, walking over to him from across the room "How lovely to see you".
3rd Apr 2008, 01:53 AM
James was greeted by the Albany's butler and led into a sumptuous parlor, where he was directed to sit and wait. He settled comfortably in one of the undeniably cushy chairs that were artfully arranged and amused himself trying to guess how much money Eugenie's family had spent on trinkets to decorate the place. Not that they did a bad job, but James had always been taught to spend money on keeping the peasants happy than on having an ostentatious household.
After a short while Eugenie walked in, and said with effusive politeness "Cousin James, how lovely to see you".
James gave her a broad toothy smile and said cheerfully, "Ahhh, coz there's no need for formality between family, is there? Actually is there? Such a pleasure to see you again I might completely forget my manners. You've gotten so pretty it's a real risk." He grinned again, to show he was merely teasing, and hoping she wouldn't slap him- as she was in her rights to do- for that brazen display of familiarity. He bowed sweepingly, hoping to cover his distinctly discomfitted behavior with sweeping, hopefully amusing, overacting.
As he stood back up he vaguely wondered if maybe he had drunk more last night than he thought.
3rd Apr 2008, 02:13 AM
Eugenie stepped back slightly, doing her utmost to keep from making some kind of shocked face. She was wondering exactly how on Earth a member of her father's family could produce such a seemingly ill mannered person. And he seemed to be rather out of sorts too, she was curious as to what had brought him there.
"Why thank you cousin, what a nice thing to say" she finally said, keeping a polite smile on her face "But I must ask, what brings you here to London? Is everything allright with you, you don't look entirely together". She sat down in one of the large armchairs as she finished her question, mostly to avoid him sitting next to her on the sofa, and waited for a response.
3rd Apr 2008, 02:31 AM
James saw Eugenie attempt to keep her face pleasantly smiling, and he couldn't help noticing she did a fairly good job. Not a perfect job given he could see her trying, but a nice one.
She flounced over to one of the armchairs and after a distinctly long puase said, "Why thank you cousin, what a nice thing to say. But I must ask, what brings you here to London? Is everything allright with you, you don't look entirely together".
James let his expression slip a bit to a comfortably neutral one, and after a moment's indescision sat down on the armchair across from Eugenie. He didn't like giving up the advantage his own imposing height gave in a conversation, but now did not seem like the best time to insult his hostess directly by refusing a seat. And he couldn't deny how nice the furniture was. Better than what he was used to as a country lordling, especially since his -former- estate was run frugally.
He said vaguely to no one in particular, "Guess there is need for formality. Pity."
He then turned to face her and gave a much warmer, more polite, almsot disarming smile. One surprisingly similar to what he had used with great success on the country girls around the boarding school. He continued speaking, "You're very welcome Cousin Eugenie. To be strictly honest as to why I'm here would take a while to tell, but suffice to say I've run into a spot of trouble, and wound up here."
He leaned back in that gloriously comfortable chair to see how she'd react. Nothing he had said had been rude, but it was probably not in the best of tastes for him to be so evasive when he was there to ask for help. He gave a weak smile and waited, hoping nothing awkward or stupid would happen. Then his stomach growled loudly. In his mind he said, "D**it! I just ate!" Out loud he did nothing more than say "Pardon" and smile even more weakly than before.
((OOC: I'm going to bed soon. Will RP tomorry))
3rd Apr 2008, 03:09 AM
"Ahhhh so that's it" Eugenie thought to herself, becoming worried "Something's happened to him and that's why he's acting so out of sorts. I was wondering why he was acting so boorish".
"A spot of trouble, Oh my" she said aloud, a genuinely concerned look appearing on her face "How dreadfull, what happened to you".
The conversation was briefly interrupted by one of the maids coming in with a large silver tea tray and a plate of tea sandwiches. "Why thank you so much Lynne, these look lovely. I hope you didn't go to a great deal of trouble" Eugenie said, smiling at the woman. Said maid smiled back and curtsyed.
"You're welcome M'Lady" she said "Course I couldn't let you and your company not have a little something. I was just making some for Master Albert and Lady Victoria, so it weren't any trouble to get some more for you".
"Well thank you again Lynne, I'm sure they'll be quite happy with it" Eugenie said, as Lynne nodded and left he room to deliver the next tray upstairs.
She then picked up the teapot and started pouring a cup of tea for herself, as well as one for James, still wondering exactly what had brought him here.
3rd Apr 2008, 09:32 PM
James shifted slightly in his seat. This would be awkward. As he was about to tell Eugenie what happened, and fixed in his mind that maybe things would go better if he said it all out loud, a serving maid walked in with a plate of sandwhiches and tea.
He gave a quick polite thanks to her as she walked out and picked up the tea that Eugenie had thoughtfully poured. Taking a few sips for politeness sake- he didn't like tea that much- he replaced the cup in the saucer and the saucer on the table, and took a sandwhich- bland but quite palatable.
His table manners suffered a bit, given that they weren't at a table and it was not in perfect taste to eat when his host was quite clearly not, but he felt he did acceptably. Seeing Eugenie watch him eat, what came dangerously close to a disapproving look lurking in her eyes, he swallowed the last bite of sandwhich and leaned forward.
"Well, Lady Albany" he started, automatically slipping into the meticulously formal patterns of speech he had been taught since before he could walk, "Through a few errors on my part while away at school I was expelled. My mother was understandably displeased with that, so she proceeded to disinherit me upon my return to my home."
He noticed as he finished that his face had gotten extremely dark, and a bit too quickly to seem genuine he plastered his typical smile back on, and added flippantly, "Basically I got soused and now I'm paying for it." Realizing that that might ahve jsut cancelled out his neatly formal speech, he took another sandwhich before he could open his mouth and say something else stupid.
5th Apr 2008, 06:12 PM
"Oh my goodness, that's absolutely dreadful James, I'm so sorry" she said, wondering what on Earth he possibly could have done that was bad enough to get him disinherited.
Eugenie paused for a moment to sip some tea to allow herself a few minutes to think. She didn't know exactly what to do at the moment. He had done something bad enough not only to get kicked out of school but disinherited as well. She vaguely remembered her father's cousin, and didn't think she would do that to her only son unless she had a very good reason.
On the other hand, he was still family and she would not be able to forgive herself if she didn't do something to help him when he was in trouble. She was really starting to think she should have called Albert in, he'd be better at making a decision then her.
She set the teacup back down on the saucer and looked over at him. "And there was no changing your mother's mind? I'm sure she must just have been upset with you for being ...asked to leave school" she said, trying to voice her thoughts in a diplomatic way "Perhaps after she's had time to cool down she'll re consider".
5th Apr 2008, 11:57 PM
James smiled darkly. "Have you ever met my mother, Lady Albany? She holds a grudge. I imagine if both of us are alive in five years and it would help her economically to take me back, then she would consider it. Or so I hope. Does not help me now."
He finished the sandwhich he had taken and took a few sips of tea. The stuff tasted awful, as always, but the warm liquid helped clear his head a bit. Gads, he wanted a drink right then. James decided that it owuldn't be prudent to ask right then for one though. And that being drunk wouldn't help his case any.
"So thats out. Gad, this entire thing sounds like a stupid ballad. I probably shouldn't have even come to bother you in the first place Lady Albany, I'll take my leave." He stood up and bowed formally, then started to walk away across the parlor. "Manipulative bastard" he thought to himself.
He desperately hoped that Eugenie would call him back- that entire thing had been a gambit. It chafed horribly to have to stoop to getting the pity of a noblewoman to have a fair chance of surving, but the more he thought about it the fewer other options he saw.
8th Apr 2008, 03:20 AM
"James hold on one minute" she said, carefully setting her cup down on the china saucer before getting up from the chair she had been sitting in.
"Your mother wouldn't really be that way cousin, she's your mother. It doesn't matter how mad she might be at what you did, you're still all eachother has".
Eugenie frowned then, she was starting to get upset that there wasn't anything she could do to help him. Her own family was so close and got along so well, she hated to see other families fighting. "I wish there was something I could do to help you, but unless your mother were to be here for me to try and reason with, I'm afraid I'm at a loss".
8th Apr 2008, 09:49 PM
James was tap dancing on the inside but he kept his expression bleak.
"No, Cousin, I couldn't ask anything of you. I need a place to stay fro the while, but it would be horribly rude of me to ask to impinge upon you and your lovely household. Or ask for a job to pay my own way. You know just as well as I what sort of bad taste that would be, asking a lady, so I will not stoop to that."
He let a smile creep onto his face, a bit sickly, and stood there waiting. He was not subtle, and she probably figured as much, but he was right in assuming that asking outright would get him put out. If he just kept on manipulating her a bit longer, he could probably get free room and board, and undoubtedly in a rich city household there would be plenty of pretty serving girls to keep him.... entertained. Assuming he didn't botch up and reveal his intentions too early.
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