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Post by aki009 on Jan 19, 2010 10:21:22 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - -The frozen look upon his features soon melted into a total grimace of pain, his eyes wincing shut, but still, no outpouring of vicious words from his sharp tongue. Faint pink brushed across his cheeks as the laughter struck his ears with more strength than any blow he had received from his former caretakers. At first, he grunted and moved himself up with his elbows, probably dirtying the sleeves of his white shirt. “Great,” he thought to himself, “I’m going to get grief for that today…”.
Ruby red eyes shot open to glare upon the girl laughing at him. He may have been a butler, but his pride would not take getting laughed at, especially from a girl. Not to say he was misogynistic, but if a girl laughed at a guy, at least in his mind, it was like a slap in the face. He had lost that initial burst of energy, but Renato managed to get up rather quickly, having let go of the girl’s bags at the bottom of the steps. Knowing better than to put a hand on her, he still loomed slightly over her and he brought his face close, the fire still in his eyes.
“Do you get off by laughing at people?” Simply direct, yet a little hypocritical for Renato; he laughed all the time at people he termed “morons,” that is, if they weren’t causing him some sort of frustration. One day, he would probably die of an aneurism from the stress he felt at people’s lack of all sense. He let his burning gaze linger on her for a little while longer, although it probably failed at having the full affect with the slightly darker colour still present on his cheeks. A gust of wind blew through the area for a second or two, and then he finally pulled away. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced for a moment at the bags now at both of their feet. Sighing, he did what he knew he could have done from the beginning of their walk, and probably should have done: he reached down and managed to manoeuvre the two bags he had been carrying into one hand, gripping them rather tautly at the handles; the suitcase he lifted with his free hand, and he turned about towards the stairs once more. “We better get moving, Miss. Janine,” he said rather brusquely as he began climbing again.
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 21, 2010 22:47:45 GMT -5
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Janine couldn’t help her giggling—Renato just looked so cute lying there with that blush on his face after taking such a short fall. Her hand lifted to cover her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her laughing, eyes turning away from him so he wouldn’t have to feel as embarrassed. Her hand was still outstretched to him, her palm facing him in a friendly, delicate gesture, though Janine wasn’t so sure Renato would be willing to take her assistance when she had so rudely mocked him. The humor began to die down after a few moments, the French maiden realizing fully how mean she was being to the poor boy.
Before she could offer up an apology and a sorry smile, she found the butler looming over her once again, looking every bit as dangerous as before—but still blushing deeply. Her hands coiled to her chest, fingers curling into her palms as if she were trying to protect herself. Her eyes stared into his burning ones, sensing how irritated he was all of a sudden… It was just a joke, she thought, thinking about what she had said to him, but not able to say it upon Renato’s questioning. She pouted slightly once Renato had pulled away and crossed his arms childishly. For someone so young, he sure was a mean little thing… First impressions meant a lot to Janine, and Renato was beginning to ruin any chances of a friendship at the start.
Once the butler grabbed her belongings, she simply watched him with a bit of a glare from afar, head turning to follow him. She waited a moment before taking after him up the high set of white stairs. Her heels clacked against the concrete gently, and that was all that came from her for a long while. Of course, she was silently brooding, yet thinking of how she could befriend the boy—she knew he couldn’t be all bad… Renno, Renny, Toto…No, no…
"Jerk!" She blurted out behind the silver-haired adolescence. Oh, dear... She didn't mean to say that aloud. Though, she quite meant it. Her arms crossed defiantly, still following Renato up the steps. That wasn't a very good nickname for the boy, now was it...? Her cheeks puffed, and she glared at the ground, uncaring of how he would react. __________________________________________________
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Post by aki009 on Jan 25, 2010 21:37:11 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - - Well there was a pause, to be sure, when he heard that word, jerk strike his ears. He had heard worse from other girls who had tried to be his lady, and even worse than that from the one’s who raised him. His body froze there on the steps, though, in an inexplicable manner. It should not have produced such a reaction, no, definitely not… Yet it did. Shoulders tense, the silver-haired Turk turned his head to the side and glanced down at the girl with a single, solemn red eye. Did he look hurt? Did he look furious? Those thoughts raced through his head, almost at the speed of his heart; they shouldn’t exist, pounding through his skull and chest.
Breaking the pause, he simply turned his head back and began to maneuver once more up the steps, just a few more, towards the door. At the top area, he put down the suitcase for just a second and pulled on the grand door to the place that would bee Janine’s school and home for who knew how long. He motioned the door silently, and held it for his lady, his emotions sobered up and withdrawn into himself. For some strange reason, it appeared as a kind of grace, the kind butlers should have in the presence of their ladies and lords. “After you, Miss. Janine,” he uttered softly, his head bowed low, spiky locks falling in front of his face.
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 25, 2010 22:07:31 GMT -5
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Janine huffed, still keeping her eyes burning on the stone beneath her feet. She expected a lot more from such a high-class school—not rude little butlers who still needed a lot of learning in manners! As soon as she heard Renato’s feet sketch to a stop, she glanced up quickly with worried eyes, but moved them away just before their gaze met. The girl glared at a defenseless tree in the distance, avoiding as much contact with her butler as possible while he stared at her in whatever way he was—probably disdain. She wouldn’t know until she looked…
A hasty flick of violet hues met with the sparkling tresses of silver that now faced her once again. Janine wondered how her words affected him, for him to be so silent. Before she could even think of apologizing, Renato had already continued up towards the door and opened the large piece of woodwork to reveal a humongous dwelling of marble, glass, intricate designs and beautiful colors. Once again, Janine was awed by the magnitude of such divine luxury. Slowly, as if in a daze, she walked forward through the door with a chilly draft that swirled within the doorway—but then she felt Renato’s warmth through the cold as their bodies drew near. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she looked to him, unable to catch his eyes that were shrouded by his locks. Janine frowned again and hurried into the building, but quickly put a smile on her face as she was overwhelmed with the beauty. A giggled laced her voice, “Thank you, Ren!” Her new nickname for him was short, simple… Cute! She spun around a few times within the main hall, glancing up excitedly at the large chandelier hanging above.
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