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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:50 am
Luca's eyes widened a little as he felt her body tense up from the pain, the way her fingers suddenly grasped hold of his shirt filled his eyes with worry. "No I think it would be best if we went somewhere else. Besides I haven't been alone with you in...Well its been a long time." He said with a small smile. He looked into her blue eyes, smiling again as he saw that she was still here in front of him, alive and well, for the most part. As he released the hug he looked over his shoulder at Jeannie and said. "Hey thanks for playing a few games with me, but Bailey and I are going to get out of here." He said to her as he waved goodbye with his real hand. He looked back towards Bailey, nodding a little as he motioned towards the door. "Let's see if we can't get dinner, I would imagine after the training session you'd be rather hungry." He said as he lowered his hand into hers, grasping it gently, despite the fact that it was his metallic hand the grip was still gentle. He slowly started walking he had seen a restaurant just across the street that he wanted to take her to.
As they exited the casino and emerged onto the busy streets of the city of sin he looked across the street to see a large building complex with a large circular room at the top, it was a rotating room that allowed its clients to eat and get a full look at the bright lights of the city.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:42 am
Once again Roulin was letting his anger take over but soon apologized. When he spoke of Cecilia she felt as if she were listening to Lucien himself. "Roulin that has to be the most selfish thing I've ever heard you say" she said to him. "You may not want to her to get in the way of your plan...but at least express that to her, it doesn't have to be a two hour debate either...at least write her a letter or something" she said to him. "You know you sound just like Lucien...." she began to say to him. The only difference between him and Lucien is that Lucien had a new found responsibility. "You have me thinking though Roulin...the way you responded about both women...this is just me being perceptive but you talked about Raven with much more passion than you did Cecilia...to me it seems that you're concerned with more than just her well being...I'm not suggesting anything but this is what I notice...maybe because I can honestly tell that Lucien may be having a problem similar to this...only it involves work" she added. "I have to admit....this is probably the most unhappy I've been in this relationship with Lucien" she said and actually admitting it to someone other than herself.
"Ever since me and him began our relationship, I was always the one to understand him and try to help him, no matter what anyone else may have thought...but it seems....and I don't know if it's a side effect from his mutation...but...he's changed. Before Aiden, I fully supported him in becoming the 'monster' he wants the world to think that he is...but since I've had the baby and was locked away at a concentration camp for the last 2 months....I don't. I mean he has a responsibilty now. As much as we want to say that all OWLs are our priority, I can't...Aiden is. That's a selfishness you won't experience until you're a parent...but he's being selfish on his behalf for still wanting to pursue this and not taking into account how this will affect Aiden" she said.
"Then there's the fact that he's been distant lately...for a whole two months I didn't hear from him...I know he was busy but I would have thought our bond was stronger than that. I'm almost certain that he's having an affair on me....with that b***h Jeannie...I'm not sure...because I haven't caught him in the act, but I can read her like a book. Just from interaction with her, I can tell she feels strongly about him....and the fact that I just found out Amaya had died doesn't make me feel any better. I don't want to say that it's clouding up my judgement...but it's a lot to try and swallow for me.....this has been the first time I've actually considered leaving Lucien...just because I'm thinking of Aiden. What kind of example is Lucien going to set for our son? I don't want him to follow down any path similar to either of ours" she admitted to her friend.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:26 pm
Mahareshi "Once again, it looks as though you made very short work of both the Humans and Owls that once populated this island. If I were in the mood, I might've clapped." Timothy still couldn't see through the thick veil of darkness that covered the expanse of what he knew was a war torn land covered with dead bodies. Just from where he stood, he could smell the stench of decaying flesh that rode the air. This Rage character was a force in her own right, but to Timothy, she was still somewhat of a subordinate thanks to her appearance. To him, she was still Sydney both inside and out.
Unlike the other Heralds, excluding L, this new Sydney didn't have a hard time getting on Timothy's bad side. He kept it hidden from her for as long as he could and endured what she had to say. The Herald spoke in profuse amounts and none of her words did anything to quell how the Herald felt about the situation at hand. Silently, he listened for seconds more and when he tired of her, he responded in his usual calm tone, "Paying attention? So then you watched Adam, Noah and Sabrina die? If you reply with anything besides yes, then you'll be lying to me Sydney. A lie isn't something I'd like to hear right now..." Looking up into the darkness which may have well been the shade of this Sydney's eyes, Timothy's elemental form faded away revealing his usual attire. A white shirt and a pair of long blue jeans that covered all but his toes. His metallic arm he hoped would return to normal was still metal and still malleable by his ability. One could wish couldn't they?
"If it weren't for Raven being the Oracle, I'd have killed her and her family ages ago, so trust me. It's not easy working with one of the people you want dead," said Timothy as he took his first steps in this world of opaque somber. "Heh. Fledglings they are. Even Thomas, that b*****d. Of course none of them have scratched the surface of their powers and potentials, but as they are now, they're far more...unstable. Fighting them is only a good move if we can kill them quickly. Altercate for too long, and they may pull something out of the hat so to speak. When he fight them, we must fight with caution. You can manage caution right?" The grin that tugged at Timothy's pale features was in stark contrast to his demeanor moments ago. Whereas his expression was calm before, it was now twisted into an ingenious, but rather sinister smirk. His almost childlike appearance only added to expression as well. "Well now Rage, what do you say we get out of here? Exire could use a bit of help getting into Virginia."
Rage let her words sink in before addressing anything else that Tim had said. "Just get what you want out of that egomaniac of a b***h and throw her to the Realm of Eternity already. Stop wasting time with her... And as for caution... Well. I am not the unrestrained Rage you know of from so many centuries ago, Timothy. I know when to hold back." Even if she didn't really want to. Personally, she just wanted to kill all of the Exirian Owls, including Raven, and be done with the whole lot of them. Rage paused yet again.
The emotion who wore Sydney's body as a mask, gave Timothy an impatient expression. She was eager to leave this darkened island behind and really begin the slaughter that she wanted so much. "Yes, please, let us go now. I was tired of this place ages ago." Rage then looked surprised as if a thought just occurred to her. She then leaned forward towards Tim, her face inches from his. Her unseeing eyes staring right at his. "Oh, and don't forget this either... The Sydney you knew no longer exists. She is a prisoner in her own mind, Timothy. You will never see her again. So try not to get your hopes up about that..."
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Anya had followed Moli and Cecilia, who was supporting Anderson's unconscious figure, back to Will's office. It appeared that she was the only person in their sparring match who wasn't physically injured. However, Anya was exhausted. She hadn't done that much with her powers, in such a short time frame and that much in quick succession recently. Added onto that was the fact that she wasn't completely trained in her Herald abilities... Well, Anya was tired. She wanted to just find a flat surface and lay down for awhile, maybe sleep too.
The fledgling Earth Herald kept herself separate from the rest of the people in Will's office for the time being. She noticed a few things going on within the dynamics of the people in the group. Cecilia and Roulin's relationship seemed to be rather strained. Lucien appeared to have a son. Radiant and Will had just finished talking to each other. And Bailey looked rather the worse for wear.
Despite all of this, Anya didn't feel like talking to any of them at the moment. She was tired, as was mentioned many times already in this post. When she was looking around the room, Nikolai was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Where could he have gone off to without telling her? While her thoughts of being tired and wondering where Nik had gone off to preoccupied her mind, Anya leaned back against the wall next to the door of Will's office, folding her arms across her chest as she tired to relax after the sparring match.
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The training room the twins had picked out for their sparring match was pretty much in ruins. It looked a little bit like the rubble that was Rome before Johan blew it all to hell. Surprisingly, Erin was still standing on her own two feet. Elle, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky and was laying on the ground. Erin hadn't really thought it possible, but... she had beaten her sister in their sparring match. "I think... we should stop now..." Erin said quietly, yet loud enough so Elle could hear her. The younger twin looked her ragged part just like her sister did. Her white dress was torn and ragged in quite a few places, and one of the arms had had to be torn off during their fight so Erin could move freely. The continuous tribal tattoos that marked her body were plainly visible on the exposed skin of her left arm.
Erin's breath came hard as she was tired and out of breath from how long their match had been. She didn't really want to fight Elle in this match any more, as she was both tired and plagued by her subconscious programmed need to finish and go for the kill. With that in mind, Erin turned away from the sight of her sister laying on the ground, and began walking, albeit slowly towards the door of the room. Thankfully, Elle didn't call out to stop her and Erin made it through the door and out into the hallway. Once outside of the training room, Erin's head drooped to let her reddish eyes stare at the carpeted floor, which seemed alien to her after the long fight with her sister in the now ruin of a training room.
Her body hurt all over, but Erin wanted to get away from the room where she had left her sister. She made it around a bend in the hall which is where her knees gave out near the banister which separated the hall from the overlook to the casino floor. The noise from the casino-goers was simply white noise in her ears. She didn't fall completely to the ground, just to her knees and her left hand draped along the banister. Erin closed her eyes and tried to slow her racing heartbeat and calm her breathing. She couldn't stop a few small coughs as she tried to regain her normal breathing pace. A dull pain throbbed from the tattoos that wound around her arms, shoulders and down her back and neck. It was making it difficult to regain her normal breathing pattern. Erin sincerely hoped that Elle wouldn't come stumbling around the bend to find her younger sibling on the floor. For some reason, the prayers she had been taught as a small child crossed unbidden into her thoughts.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 3:11 pm
((Sebastian---NPC))
Tai was losing it. What more should Sebastian have expected from him? While the younger male’s taxing blood manipulating power was keeping Che on his toes, it was clear that he was relying on brute force and not thinking clearly. Seb had made a rather feeble attempt at distracting Che long enough to give Tai a few seconds to free himself up and move in closer and just as he had expected, his little needles were not enough to mark the Italian. “Oh well. I tried.” The portals that had been opened for the needles were still open on both ends and soon ‘informed’ the butler that some foreign energy had been sent through them. “Oh Che…are you trying to use my portals against me?” Sebastian closed of the portals but he did not shut them down entirely, that would be a waste. Instead, he simply diverted the electricity to some disclosed location…
Turning his attention back to Che and Tai, Seb pulled a semi bored expression and sighed “I wonder how much longer Tai can keep this up.” A small smirk played on his pale lips when he ‘heard’ Will’s response. “Attempt to kill him…..That would make this a little bit more interesting...” Of course, this was still only a training session and Seb would end up dead himself should he actually kill Che. Something he knew would not be an easy feat…unless he caught the Mastering Owl of guard. Nevertheless, that was not going to happen here or ever…not unless he received an order from his boss.
“Now…How should I aid Tai…Ah, but of course~” With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Seb opened up a portal beneath the now rolling Mastering Owl. Once Che was inside the portal he would find himself being released from above the arena from a height that would shatter the bones of a normal person. “Come now Tai. Stop playing around with those cards and get your a** moving.” That’s easy for Sebastian to say, all he was doing was mocking the other two and stepping in from time to time out of boredom…or to make things a bit more interesting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:28 pm
Bailey refused to admit it, but she had been hoping he would choose to want to go somewhere where they could be alone for the most part. After all, it had been a little over two months since they had seen each other. The last time they had laid eyes on each other, Bailey had....not been herself. "Actually, I'm starving," she said looking up at him with a smile. She didn't tell him that she probably wouldn't eat very much for she didn't want to worry him. She also didn't mention that she had practically been starving herself over the past few months, eating only small fractions, which were never enough to fill up a person even by the smallest bit.
Her small doll-like hand gripped his metallic hand. The first few times she had held it, the feeling was strange to her, but she soon grew accustomed to its feeling and came to welcome it and even look forward to it. Her aquamarine eyes fell upon the large building. At the very top, her eyes could make out what seemed to be a rotating room, which allowed the people eating there to see the different sights of the city. Just recently she had been staying in a motel that seemed to have been a convention for roaches, eating at the poorest restaurants, and sleeping in the most uncomfortable bed that had been crawling with who knows what. Now her room could rival one at the Hilton, she was about to eat a five star meal, and laying in her bed felt like floating on a cloud. Cecilia drew her jade green eyes away from the floor and pushed herself into a standing position. Anger still clouded her emotions, but she wouldn't allow herself to succumb to the depression that wanted to wrap itself around her in a cold embrace that was almost as chilling as death itself. She stood up and picked up her leather jacket from the back of the couch donning it. Perhaps a trip down the the casino would placate her. Maybe she could increase the amount of currency she had if her luck went well.
She left the room, making sure she still had the key card with her and made her way down the hall. Only, she did not get very far for as soon as she stepped around the corner, someone familiar caught her eye. Erin was kneeling. Her legs appeared to have given out from under her. She was clutching the banister in a vice-like grip so she didn't completely fall, but was rather trying to prevent herself from doing so fully. The Cosmic Owl's jade eyes filled with worry. The tribal tattoos that wound up her arm and who knew where else was prominent. A sign of her mutation evolving perhaps?
Cecilia slowly approached the Artistic Owl. The girl looked like she was about to fall out at any minute. Cecilia didn't know how far her room was or where it was for that matter. She knelt down on her haunches beside Erin and gently touched her arm. "Do you want to go to my room and rest a little bit?" she asked. "You don't have to lay down or anything, you can just sit on the couch." She wasn't going to throw Erin over her shoulder and force her to go. If the girl would rather remain here on the floor then that was her choice. "My room is just around the corner." There was that small hint of worry in her eyes. The girl looked like she wouldn't be able stand let alone walk. If she had to, Cecilia would carry her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:13 pm
Erin was still trying to regain her normal breathing pattern, the soft buzzing from the casino down below in her ears, when the sound a familiar voice from beside her caught her attention. Since it was so close by, Erin could hear what was being said. She placed the voice as Cecilia's. A voice Erin hadn't heard in two months, possibly more since it was at least since before Rome. In response to the Cosmic Owl's concerned questions, Erin lifted her head and gave Cecilia a smile, even though it looked quite weak. She didn't want any of her friends to worry about her.
"Oh hey, Cecilia... Long time no see..." Erin said past the trouble she was having breathing. "Don't worry... I'm fine... just a little tired... from sparring with my sister, is all..." This was only part of the truth. Because she didn't want Cecilia being overly concerned about her, Erin wasn't about to explain what was really wrong with her. Not unless Cecilia became adamant about knowing what was going on would Erin say anything about her mutation. "I'll be better after... I find a place to sit down..." Erin said as she tried to force herself to her feet. When she tried this though, Erin barely made it to her feet, even with holding onto the banister for support. After a couple of seconds of standing though, Erin nearly lost her balance again because her legs felt so rubbery. "Sorry... Guess I'm worse off than I thought..." Erin said sheepishly, trying to make it look like she was caught off guard by how tired she felt.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:34 pm
Part of the truth. That was what Cecilia could see as she perused the expression in Erin's eyes. The young Owl was only telling part of the truth. It was more than just some sparring session with her sister. It was on the tip of her tongue to question Erin. Cecilia stepped back to allow her to stand up and stayed at her side in order to catch her if she should fall. Slowly, inch by inch, they made their way to Cecilia's room; with Cecilia walking slowly only for support.
"You are a bit worse for wear," Cecilia said, her lips curling into a smile. "Come on, my room's not far." She hoped they could make it before Erin fell out again. It was clear that the Artistic Owl was some-what embarrassed. Fortunately, they soon made it to the Cosmic Owl's room. Even though it had been just around the corner, the trek seemed an eternity because of the fact that they were walking even more slowly than a couple of snails. Using the key card, Cecilia helped Erin inside and towards the couch, aiding her into a sitting position.
"I'll get us something to drink," she said before she walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. She held out one to Erin waiting to see if she would take it. "Your powers are evolving aren't they?" she asked, her expression serious, but she tried to speak as non-chalantly as possible. "I can sort of see it. Not just from your eyes which weren't such a crimson awhile back nor from the tribal tattoos, but there's something in the way you move now, your demeanor that seems to be telling me that there has been a significant change." Part of her hoped that Erin would trust her enough to open up to her, but another part of her would be understanding if she didn't.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:47 pm
Once she was standing, Erin began following Cecilia to what the Cosmic Owl said would be the room Cecilia was staying in. "Thank you, Cecilia." Erin replied with a small smile. It seemed to take them forever to even get to the door. They said nothing to each other as they made their painfully slow progress to Cecilia's room. When they got to the door, Erin had to put her hand against the wall to hold herself up just in case. She didn't want to inconvenience the Cosmic Owl by having Cecilia carry her or anything like that. "You have no idea how much this will help, Cecilia..." Erin said softly as Cecilia helped her to sit down on the couch. The Artistic Owl leaned back into the couch and her gaze followed Cecilia as the other girl went to the mini fridge and returned with two bottles of water. Erin gave her friend a quick smile of gratitude as she accepted the water.
However, Cecilia's next question gave her pause before she could even begin to try to open the bottle. Erin stared down at the bottle cap for a bit thinking about whether or not she should answer. "Yes. My powers are evolving..." Erin replied softly once again, still staring down at the water bottle held in her hands. "Much more than you can see though." Erin added quietly, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as her gaze shifted to the visible tattoos along her right arm. Her eyes slowly traced up and down the markings. She still felt like they gave a dull throbbing through where the tattoos were on her body.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:09 pm
She lost....Elle couldn't believe that she had lost to her younger sister. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to compute what had happened. She slowly stood up, wincing from the pain but chose to block out her human sensory and switch to machine side. Had Erin gotten stronger because of her resisting their programming. She then proceeded out of the room to find her and talk to her sister. She then saw that Erin was leaving right around the corner. She decided this would be the best time to speak her before things became more hectic than what they already were. When the door closed in her face she stood outside of it, switching her function from machine to humane. Knocking on the door, she inhaled. "Um...it's me...Elle" she said with a sigh and awaited the answer.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:41 pm
Cecilia twisted the cap on her own water bottle. It was sealed tight, but nothing like a new jar of pickles. After a few seconds, it gave way and opened for her. She took a nice swig. The bottle contracted as the lip created a suction around the Cosmic Owl's mouth, dampening her lips. Lowering the bottle, it reshaped, popping back into its cylindrical shape with a rather audible crackling noise. She perused Erin. She was telling the truth. There was more to this girl's power than meets the eye. Cecilia had always found her mutation interesting, to be able to manipulate blood in so many ways.
"You're right," she said quietly, smiling down at her azure hands, which clutched her bottle of water in her lap. "There's only so much that I can see, but what I can see is that it is affecting you in both a physical and mental manner." She looked up, bringing her jade eyes to the Artistic Owl's ruby orbs. "I will not say that I know what you're going through, for I believe that no one can truly know, even if they say they do. They might have some idea, but they cannot experience it for themselves. Therefore, they can only guess and assume. We've all gone through significant changes whether it be mentally, physically, or both. But each of those changes are significant only to ourselves."
Cecilia was about to say more when she heard a knock on her door. Her raven eyebrows, which contrasted with her cloud-like tresses dipped down into a frown, creasing her forehead. She recognized the voice as Elle's. She glanced at the eggshell white double doors with their golden curvacious handles then looked back at Erin. "Do you want to speak with her? I can leave you two alone so you can talk in here," she offered. Cecilia wasn't one to get into the middle of family affairs.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:56 pm
Erin did not lift her eyes to look back at Cecilia, but she could feel the Cosmic Owl watching her. It didn't feel uncomfortable though. She knew that Cecilia was trying to be comforting and understanding. Erin's lips curled into a tiny smile. "Thank you for your support, Cecilia. It means a lot to me... It really does..." that was all Erin could think of to say and it was all she was comfortable saying at the moment. Her mind was still considering actually telling Cecilia everything that she had already told both Roulin and Bailey.
She had been about to make a decision on that when a knock on the door interrupted her, followed by the muffled sound of her sister's voice. Erin blinked and looked over at the door for a moment or two. She tried to decide whether or not she wanted to talk to Elle right now, and came up blank for a fleeting moment. Erin then looked back over at Cecilia for a second. Then, she took a deep breath before giving her answer. "I'm not entirely sure about wanting to speak with her, but I feel that I probably should. Even if I may not want to. I'm sure that Elle must feel that way too given that she has followed me here and is now knocking on your door." Erin paused before looking back down at the still unopened bottle of water in her lap. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to. It is your room, after all."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:48 pm
Luca was glad to hear that she had some appetite it meant she was at least healthy in that sense. As they walked across the street and into the complex he walked them towards the elevator. Pressing the button the doors slowly slid open, as they stepped in he pressed the top button. If they turned around they could see the back of the elevator was completely made of glass to reveal a beautifully lit garden like area behind the building used for other dining purposes. It provided a spectacular view as they rode the elevator up and up into the top floor of the building. The little dinging noise sounded as the doors opened to reveal the restaurant's main dining hall. The room appeared to be singled out to just them, but in reality there were about a dozen other people just seated away from where they would be. Luca stepped forward his shoes making a soft noise against the pristine tiled floor. He stepped up to the host who nodded and addressed them to a table near the walls of windows which revealed the rotating scenery of Vegas. Luca pulled out Bailey's seat, and when she sat down he pushed it gently in. Walking to his end of the table he sat down. A few moments later the waiter came and addressed himself, before asking for drinks. "A bottle of your Romanée-Conti wine please." He said calmly. The waiter nodded and went to retrieve the bottle. Luca looked at Bailey smiling a bit. "I'm sorry for being so forward about this, but I'm afraid if I'm not forward and direct we'll be torn apart right as we start to open up again." Luca glanced towards the side as a slightly upraised platform with a grand piano on it began to be played by a man wearing an expensive black suit, his name escaped Luca but to start the evening he was playing Moonlight Sonata, an odd piece for dinner time but one of the classics to be sure.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:07 pm
Erin was right, this room was hers. But Cecilia didn't want to get herself involved in the affairs of these two sisters, but given the way things had been between them these past few months, perhaps she should stay and make sure that it didn't come to violence. Erin seemed like she was about to pass out at any moment, but looks could be deceiving. She had known Owls who appeared to have been beaten, unable to move anymore, but certain circumstances gave them what she liked to call, their second wind and enabled them to defend themselves for even longer.
"I guess I can go let her in," Cecilia said. Yet even though there was a smile upon her face, her hidden thoughts were not exactly the most friendly towards Elle. Her trust for the technopath was on the lowest levels. What thoughts were rotating like gears in the machine girl's head? Pushing the long handles down, Cecilia pulled the door open and stepped aside to allow Elle a clear path towards her sister. "You two can talk in here. Would you like anything? Water maybe, or perhaps something a bit stronger?" she asked, feeling that it was her duty to play the proper hostess as the room was hers, at least until she checked out and someone else rented it. Bailey allowed Luca to lead her to the elevator that would take them to the very top floor where they would be able to dine as well as enjoy the romantic sights of the Sin City. Her porcelein hand remained intertwined with his strong silver metallic fingers. She prayed that fate would be kind to them and at least allow them to have some true time together before they were torn apart once again by the woes of the world. When they reached the top floor and stepped out, Bailey was in awe of the beauty. Everything shown like diamonds, crystal clear and delicate. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling, teardrop diamonds dangling from their edges. The overall affect brightened her sickly dull aquamarine eyes causing them to shimmer vividly, something they had not done in so long.
The young couple was led by the host towards one of their best tables, which was near one of their largest window, which revealed every aspect of the rotating scenery. Bailey sat down in her chair, allowing Luca to pull it out and push it in for her. This would be her first real romantic date and also her first time trying the delicious wine. She did not know of the affects it would have on her, but at the same time, her curiosity of its taste and the feeling it would give her overcame her uncertainty.
She looked up at Luca, her small lips curling into a soft smile. "You're not being forward. I want us to spend as much time as we can together before fate tears us apart again," she said. A handsome man in a sleek black suit that James Bond, himself, would be proud to wear began to play a song that Bailey recognized. It was a song that her mother played when she was still alive. The memory of it caused a single tear to gather beneath Bailey's right eye, but she forced it back, not wanting to ruin this night with memories of her past.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:17 pm
Elle waited as the door finally opened and she looked at Cecilia. Walking past her she spoke briefly. "Hello" she said. She didn't mind if Cecilia stayed around to hear though. "You kicked my a** Erin" she said with a light smile as she Elle went towards a chair and took a seat. "While I lay on my a** for the last ten minutes I began to think....how did Erin get stronger? Even though I resisted the urge to aid myself in the fight I can be woman enough to admit that you are stronger. So I came up with the conclusion that perhaps maybe you had a point...about resisting programming" she said to her. She then acknowledged Cecilia's question. "No thank you, this meeting will more than likely be brief" she said to her.
"Listen Erin I'm just letting you know that you don't have to worry about me trying to kill you or your friends. You know me better than anyone and you know that I tend to keep my word. I don't care if your friends do not trust me...but you can rest assure that your life or theirs isn't in any danger" she said to her. Elle awaited to see what her sister was going to do.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:27 pm
"What if Fate never had to tear us apart again?" he asked with a soft smile as the waiter brought their wine, he uncorked it with the popping sound a familiar ring to many ears in the room. He poured them each a glass in fine crystal glasses. He soon placed the wine in a small silver stand cooler and walked away, leaving them menus of course to choose there selected meals. Luca didn't touch his for the moment. "All of these events, these passing moments where we get to spend time with one another. It's maddening is one thinks about it. Fleeting glances and hinted feelings do not make for a relationship." He said as h raised his glass to his lips and gently drank. He placed the glass down with only a sip of his wine now gone from the glass. "That moment, on the airplane those months ago. That was the first time I was ever able to say how I feel, and it was in a jumble of words shouted on the spur of the moment, a bit uncharacteristic of me I would say." He said with a small laugh. Luca stared into the crystal as it gently reflected the soft light of the room. He looked towards the window at the slow turning scene of the city below.
"...Bailey, I told you how I felt, and I meant every word of it. My life feels empty when you're not there. I...I can't breathe when you aren't there. When I am with you I don't see the world, I can focus and know what I'm doing is right." He gently ran his real hand along the satin of the table cloth. "When you're not there I feel as though my day won't be full, or that no matter how hard I try at something I can only give 50%, but I feel unshackled and centered it's a wonderful feeling." He slowly stood up from his spot at the table and walked to the window that was next to their table, he looked out it, staring at the glistening city below. "I stand here today, full, but not full of hope." He turned towards her and smiled. "Hope is something for people who have doubt, and in my mind there is no doubt of what I do." He walked close to her and knelt down, reaching into his pocket he produced a small case. Opening it he revealed to her a ring "Bailey, I do not want fleeting moments, or passing glances. I don't want a single airplane ride where we can express our feelings. I want a lifetime, one where I can share myself with the one person who means nothing less than the entire world to me. Bailey Summers would you give me the privileged to call you my wife? Will you, here on this day atop the world become my wife?"
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