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Post by samurai on Jan 3, 2010 23:49:14 GMT -5
* samurai ( li ) hawthorne ,
The Teatro alla Scala; a place where people come from all over the world just to start on their skills, perform, or either just wander around the area. In fact, this place was a museum, but who knows? The blonde haired boy was here, mainly because he wanted to look around, and to sing alone, this place being the main area where he was going to meet his Lady, and a very interesting place to be, nevertheless. He got a piece of paper stating to meet here, because it said that his soon to be Lady was also a very good singer, and his vocals being inhumane, he could sing, lowering his pich everytime so, but he kept the pair of headphones around him, just incase someone began to notice.
Then the thought of his twin sister flooded into his mind, causing him to kneel down on the ground, placing his right hand on his forehead, looking like he was in pain. Lilith Lilium Hawthorne; his twin sister, was the type of person to whom he was extremely loyal to, and the only person that he can openly express his feelings around. When they were younger, he will protect his sister like she was his very own life, and when someone will talk to them, he won't even let them say one word before finally causing a fight or even trying to hurt them with an object. Ever since they were seperated, it was hard on him, but he was five years old at that time, so he couldn't remember her at all, only with the image of a strange girl that looked exactly like him, and thought it was the work of some supernatural thing, shaking it off as he stood up and began to walk towards the middle of the theather.
He sat down ontop of the steps, wearing a butler suit like someone would, but without the top, just a vest, which was medium brown with a white t-shirt underneath, the sleeves hiding two knives that are secured, so it won't accidently slide out of his sleeves when he has them at his sides, or any other method. This was his regular outfit, with the knives being around him 24/7, and surprisingly, no one checked his arms to see if there was anything hidden, as he discovered a trick to make them not feel anything when they pat his arms. Don't think about getting him pissed off, then that means you are dead; d.e.a.d. DEAD. Looking down at the marbled floor, his blue eyes wandered around, slowly singing as he raised his voice high, then low, then medium.
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comments , sorry, it's short! D8 need to take a break after replying to CC.
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Post by hawthorne on Jan 4, 2010 8:21:51 GMT -5
Lilith {Lilium} Hawthorne *I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
,I should have held on tight, I never should've let you go. [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
The wind blew past the long braid of blond hair, as she walked calmly. Her blue eyes were filled with sadness, and distraught. She was walking to Teatro alla Scala, to meet her Butler. She was dressed in a dainty white dress. Her long blond hair was held by a white ribbon, that she was given by her brother. She bit her lip, she remembered her brother. It was when they were younger, he was always there for her. They would play together, and would never let go of the other's hand, it was if they were bounded by red thread.
She put a hand to her cheek, she felt a tear come down, and she soon wiped it away. It was no time for crying, it would be unlady like to keep a man waiting. But she would make that man's life hell. No man could take her brother's place, but she couldn't even remember his face. She only remembered a small boy, that was holding her hand, and looked like her. Her hair grew longer since then, but she could always find a way to keep it in the same hair style.
The thought of her twin brother still flooded her mind, memories of the two of them always together. She knew he was loyal to her, yet she wished he had his own freedom. Even when they were little kids, when a girl wanted to ask him to be theirs. She would growl loudly, and they would run for the hills. Lilith did not like the thought of her brother belonging to another female. The thought made her want to run off a cliff.
Her parents confronted her about this as well, but she shushed them after a while. She did not want to speak of her brother being married to another. But then did that mean she wanted to be married to him? She blushed bright pink at the thought, but soon waved a hand in front of her face. Hurrying off to Teatro alla Scalla. She would always sing when she felt gloomy these days, she closed her eyes.
Clasping her hands together, she hummed a tune to herself. Until she heard a voice, someone else was singing here. She turned on her heel, looking around for the person. Her bare shoulders shivering against the cold. Walking towards the steps, the braid swinging left to right, she soon stopped. Seeing a boy singing, her eyes narrowed, he looked strangely familiar. She started singing in return, a small song, that she came up with.
Her voice lowering to a peaceful tone, matching his. Her hand found her chest, as she sung. Her eyes closed, pale skin shivering against the cold.
[/color][/font] *WORDS, 500
*STATUS, Finished
*TAG, samurai li hawthorne
*OUTFIT, Right here
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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Post by samurai on Jan 4, 2010 11:57:29 GMT -5
* samurai ( li ) hawthorne ,
He continued to sing, his blonde hair falling over his blue eyes as his voice floated out of his mouth, drifting all the way to the door in hopes that someone will hear his voice, probably find a small fragnant smell from it, but the only smell that came from him was sorrow, and blood. Ever since being seperated from a girl that he barely remembers, he wanted to have happiness, but only if the right girl will come by. His foster parents, training him to become a mafia boy, was something not on his booklist, but to the outside world, his foster family was a regular butler family, training all of the boys that they had into butlers, and the girls that they had into ladies, while when no one else is watching, they train them like they were the part of the Yakuza gang, and that wasn't good. This is probably how his hyper-actively sadistic personality floods into him when someone hurts a Lady, because he will try to make their lives miserable, no; he will make the butler's life miserable, so they know that they shouldn't go frolocking with a lady that doesn't want him. That thought made him shiver, lifting his head up as he heard a voice float to him in reply.
It was a girl's voice, probably between thirteen to fifteen years old, judging by his instincts and him being trained to hone his hearing senses and seeing senses. He frowned, trying to fit that voice with the girl, but it didn't work, and he wanted to check if the person was inside, or outside, which ever seemed to be the trouble. His hair was like in the same hairstyle as the girl's, strangely, but he doesn't know why it was like that; maybe the surpernatural beings did it, so they can mess around with his mind so he can become the King of Insanity? That might be the case, but Samurai doesn't believe in supernatural things, only believing the idea that there can be such things as a ghost, the soul of a dead person, and they haunt the place that they love, trying to kill their 'still alive' family members, in hopes that they will die so they can be with them for all eternity. Of course, they know only to do that when the family's in huge sorrow, because if they are happy and they are killed, then they will go to a different place, which was called 'Heaven' so to speak. Ah, how much he wanted to go to Heaven, to die peacefully.
Standing up, he turned around, his blue eyes widening as the saw the same girl in his mind; the one that was implanted in the medium sized brain of his, and he stood there, his mouth open and his eyes wide, in total shock that this person was here; so it was true! He had to look at her for awhile, until he placed the voice together, the memories of him and the strange girl that looked a lot like him, and blinked rapidly. Now he knows; this girl was his twin sister, Lilith Lilium Hawthorne, and the whire ribbon tied to her long yellow hair was the thing that triggered his memory, and he knew what was happening right now. He was going to become her butler, so no matter what, he will be by her side, killing protecting her from anyone that will bother her, and will kill anyone that will bother him andh is affairs with his twin sister. He doesn't know who was older, but did that matter? They looked so alike, that they can switch places; he can be the Lady, while she was the Butler. It was that amazing!
"L-L-L-Lilith?..." He stuttered, walking towards her as he had his right hand outward, still in shock that this was happening. He wanted to see if she was the real thing, and if she responded with his name, then they are twins, but if she didn't, then he will accept the fact that either she isn't his twin sister, or merely lost her memories like he did, then they will replace those lost fragments together. "How long ago.... was it?" He spoke, referring to the day when they were seperated, and that was the time when he lost his memory, and couldn't remember anything besides being grabbed off to a different family. Oh, the pain was terrifying!
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Post by hawthorne on Jan 4, 2010 12:22:39 GMT -5
Lilith {Lilium} Hawthorne*I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
,I should have held on tight, I never should've let you go. [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
The song soon stopped, her blue eyes opened to stare at him, to find him staring at her. Her eyes were wide, they had the same eye color and everything. She couldn't find the words to say anything, biting her lip. She bit it hard, enough to crack the skin almost, but she was really going to cry inside. Her brother, Samurai was going to be her Butler. There to protect her from anything. She covered her face with her hands, crying, and laughing yet at the same time.
The tears kept falling, and she soon wiped them away, her arms behind her back. A sheepish smile on her face, she sniffed and rubbed her eyes again. Blue hues met, and she felt happy for the first time in ten years. She remembered when he was being taken away from her, when she hugged him. Walking to him, she hugged him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her head wresting on his shoulder. She held onto him tightly, trying to assure herself that he was not a dream.
Her hands didn't past through him, the image of the young five year old boy in her memories was real. "S-S-Samurai...
[/b]" She whispered in his ear. Tears came down her cheeks, as she cried silently. A passive smile was on her face, she pressed her body against his. " Ten years without you...I knew you would come back to protect me." She said, closing her eyes. She actually felt safe now, wrapped around her twin. She didn't want to leave his arms, happy that her wish came true. She wanted to stay by his side, even if it did mean they would get in trouble. They were so identical, they could pass of as each other at any time. She sniffed, a small smile on her face, the wind blew past her bare shoulders. She didn't shiver this time, her brother there to keep her warm. She opened one eye, trying to see if this was a trick. If he would pull back, and laugh pulling off a wig and contacts. But as far as she was concerned, this was real. She buried her face into the crook of is neck. A small smile on her face, she sighed feeling absolutely content. Now that, her dear Samurai was by her side once more. [/blockquote][/color][/font] *WORDS,
*STATUS, Finished
*TAG, samurai li hawthorne
*OUTFIT, Right here
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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