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Post by itachan2 on Jan 10, 2010 17:30:17 GMT -5
It was the sheer boredom that drove him to meander around the halls in search of something to pique his interest, or, indeed, intelligent conversation. He didn't fancy the stables at this time of day - it was creeping on to seven thirty in the evening and the last lessons had just finished in the indoor school, it being far too dark to consider the ladies' safety riding out doors, even with the floodlights - and the rest of the academy seemed a little too busy for once. Mercutio didn't mind the chatter and the continuous movement, making the student body move somewhat as an endless wave through the hallways, but he liked his alone time now and then. And, despite a couple of misgivings at leaving his technology in his dormitory, he had pressed himself to take a walk through the upper floor of the stately building, where it was much quieter.
Had he known he would have ended up in the arts room, of all places, mayhaps he wouldn't have bothered. Mercutio had never exactly been known for the artistical side of him. He prefered to indulge his time on the more practical side of life - the occasional sport, riding a horse around a ring in various intricate patterns a few hours a week, cooking a variety of different meals. He had never truly picked up a paintbrush and splashed a little colour onto a page, not without prior encouragement - or threatening, as had been the issue with his art teacher in his previous school - to do so. Mercutio had slipped into the room silently and, finding it deserted, gave himself time to admire the masterpieces hung all over the walls. It was hard to believe a human, let alone an aristocratic lady not beyond her mid-twenties at the latest, could create such things of beauty.
A practised eye ran over every line of every portrait, every contour of every scuplture, every paint daub on every landscape, as if stuck between searching for a deeper meaning behind the brushtstrokes and simply absorbing every fibre of the creations into his memory. Mercutio was like that - he was a person who could happily sit in one place all day and observe the world go by, perhaps accompanying his thoughts with a couple of typed up notes, or a little sketch in the corner of his page. His copy of Bleak House had a myriad of little pointless doodles in the corner of its pages, it was hard to see where the margin began and the words ended. He slid into a seat in between of the circle of canvases, chin cupped in hand, and was about to almost drift off into the world of paint, when the door opened and Mercutio found he was no longer alone.
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notes: haihai. fail post. g'bye. >.<
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Post by claudia on Jan 10, 2010 17:50:42 GMT -5
The height of Claudia's boredom had reached a flowing point and now she found herself aimlessly walking around. Just a few minutes ago she had solemnly drifted into the stables in find some company with the horses, whom would probably be the most pleasant creatures on earth. However it's getting late yet Claudia had no intention of getting back to her dorm. And thus she came here to the second floor. Class for her had not started, and it's not very important now that she thinks back, since she is twenty years old. Most of her education were brought to her in the estate and she simply cannot fathom the fact that now in Stella Fiore she must walk to them. Nonetheless she found herself in the second floor hallway. It's pretty quiet here, with a few ladies rushing past her with their butlers fast on their heels. Smiling, Claudia would have assumed they were playing a game of chase. Sometimes she would make eye contact with some of the butlers, whom flushed at her eyes staring at them. Then there would be the ladies, whom frowned every time Claudia looks in their direction.
Soon the lady decided to enter the first door she see. And what could be more coincidental then the art and crafts room? The room had always been her favorite, along with the subject. It's an opportunity for Claudia to fully express her feelings in works. Feelings she usually hid from others. Even though she enjoys art, her skills in them wasn't up to par. Because some people can find her style 'creepy' and 'messy' while others laugh at her childish figures. Walking in, Claudia notices another person standing there. To escape the boredom like her maybe?
"Hello there, and you are...?"
`tagged;; Itachan
`notes;; Bleh!
`words;; who knows?
`listening to;; horizon
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Post by itachan2 on Jan 11, 2010 15:47:39 GMT -5
peace and quiet was never going to last forever. Mercutio sincerely hoped it wasn't the art teacher or, worse still, one of the more idiotic ladies. Even another A level butler would be better - at least they would share a career path in common, and he didn't mind their company as long as they weren't overly rude or obsene with their language. The occasional lady was pleasant to talk to as long as she didn't flounder over her petticoats, twirl her hair into intricate - yet still ridiculous - plaits, or discuss some frivolous activity she would prefer to be doing now. Of course, he wouldn't say anything about how bored he was to their face, but his passive expression might shift a little to try to warn them, in resemblence to a hooded cobra, or a rattlesnake, with its subtle hints as to leave while they still had a chance. So it had to be his luck that it was indeed a lovely lady who walked in.
"Mercutio Cagliostro, madam," Mercutio stood up and slid his chair under the desk in one smooth movement, before bowing in his usual respectful manner. She didn't look, from this far away anyway, as ditzy as some of the ladies were, nor did she equate to them in the sense of being at home with dozens of them lying around like lounge lizards in the, well, lounge. Safety in numbers and all that, but she struck him as a lone wolf. He could not help his eyes sweeping the full height of her body, memorising every little detail. It didn't do to forget someone of obvious high standing, judging by her stance and the aloof way she carried herself. "And whom do I have the pleasure to be aquainted to, madam, if I am so bold?," his voice stayed the same steady, filled of respect tone - though there was underlying curiosity. Just a little.
"It is certainly unexpected to encounter a lady in the art room at such a time in the evening," Mercutio's voice was softer, though it didn't lose a grain of its previous tone, "I am assuming here, correct me if I am wrong and you will have my greatest apologies, that you are also suffering from boredom?" Usually he wouldn't speak to a lady without an important prior need or without being spoken to himself - but you had to excuse yourself sometimes, didn't you?
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muse: ring ding dong - shinee
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Post by claudia on Jan 11, 2010 16:08:29 GMT -5
There were times when Claudia could find herself in other people. Just even the tiniest bit and she could find herself both smiling and laughing inwardly at herself. What has she got to loose? She's only human. Yet the way others see her, it's almost as if Claudia's a giant killer bee. She's quite intimidating, however it was those who doesn't bat an eyelash at her whom peaks her curiosity. It's like a young child looking at a highly developed machine, wandering just how is it made, and how can it function. This was the first impression Claudia got when she fully looked this man in the eye. Although most of the time she can easily read others it would seem today someone had the power to hide themselves, or simply their true self, from her. She's interested as to what this man hides, and thus she will find out. He doesn't seem like the one whom can be easily scared into spilling out emotions, and now the lady wandered how she's going to do it. The 'requests' are still usable however, seeing as this man is a butler, and a few years younger than her.
Tilting her head to the side, Claudia replied,"Please to meet you sir, my name is Claudia Augusta Dusseu, you can call me Claudia..... She trailed off and let her eyes wander around the art room. It was a big room, able to hold thirty or more students. It was very quiet here, and this seem to take an advantage on her boredom. It felt nice to be in a quiet room, yet it always irritated her when the silence lasts too long. And the faint smell of bleach seem to irritate Claudia more than anything. For a flash of a second she frowned, and if anyone could see, her eyes widened and then returned to the normal pleasant look. It always amazes her how terribly fast her emotions can change in just a few seconds. Then Claudia's blue eyes reverted to the man, whom said his name was Mercutio and surprisingly shared her own boredom. Beaming, she said in her polite voice," Oh yes days like these can become quite boring wouldn't there? I feel the same as you believe it or not.
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] ` tagged;; Itachan` notes;; Bleh!` words;; who knows?` listening to;; horizon` lyrics used;; use somebody - kings of leon` graphics by;; rora @ hos` credit to;; rora @ hos[/font][/size][/center] |
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