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Post by ABEL FLORENT MARCELLIN on Jan 12, 2010 12:38:52 GMT -5
 i want your LOVE and i want your REVENGEyou and me could write a b a d r o m a n c e.Anxiety. That was the prominent emotion filling his entire being as he stood at attention in the ballroom, waiting to meet the woman he'd be waiting on hand and foot. His Lady. He couldn't say honestly he was happy to receiev his letter so quickly after his arrival, in fact he'd thrown a bit of a tantrum about it when he was alone last night. It wasn't that he hated being a butler, or that he hated having to be ordered around. It was a mix of wanting to have some free time before he was whisked off to serve his 'princess', and that he was slightly unnerved by the idea of Stella Fiore itself. He wasn't exactly not used to such pristine surroundings, Callisto just felt that this was all too much for him. he didn't have time to adjust yet.
So yes, as he stood he fidgeted, eyes darting between different doorways in case she didn't walk through the one he was facing-which was the main entrance. Her name was Alessandra. He had never heard of her, nor had he ever seen her before now. However, her name was certainly pretty, so maybe she had dressed up for the occasion. Callisto sincerely hoped not. he wasn't dressed like a slob, that was for sure, but he wasn't wearing some stuffy butler outfit either. He had on dressy boots with a pointed toe, jeans that he deemed too tight [some designer brand he'd gotten as a gift for getting into Stella Fiore], and a grey button down with an intricate velvet Fleur-de-lis design on the back in black. Casual but dressy; he'd tried not to make a big deal out of this meeting.
He was only Level B, which meant that maybe it would have been wiser to dress up more, but it just wasn't 'him'. Cal wanted to at least keep some semblance of individuality, even if it meant reaching level F slower than other butlers. "What the heck is taking her? I hope she's not some really high maintenance girl who I have to buy a ton of stuff for to keep happy." Callisto wasn't a mean person-usually- he just really hoped he could get along with this Alessandra girl.
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Post by ceecee on Jan 16, 2010 14:24:01 GMT -5
---------------------- She was late, so late that it didn't even make sense. Alessandra nearly had a panic attack when looking at the time. She had to meet her new butler. It was her first time going to this school and now she already had to make a good impression on someone? Personally she didn't mind the old school that she went to. The people were nice and it wasn't all that bad; kind of. Despite the fact that her sister would seriously get angry at her for all the wrong reasons didn't make sense to her. Other than that, it was the least of her worries. She had to meet this other that she would be spending most of her time with. So if first impressions were the key she had to dress, nice. Not overly formal but not sloppy casual which was completely fine with her as long as her butler didn't show up in a suite.
She wore a dark red long sleeved shirt with a black cardigan, black skinny jeans and some flats. She couldn't forget her necklace that her father gave her and topped it off with her hair clip. Alessandra surely hoped that was enough, if she had a choice she would have dressed causally and threw on a hoodie and some jeans. Her mother taught her better than that. With a nervous sigh the second year looked over the letter, it said that they would meet in the ballroom. Like she knew where that was...Her new butler would surely be angry with her on the first day. She would be late and he might even leave for a new lady! Alessandra didn't want that at all, there was no way that she was going to tell her sister about what happened on the first day of meeting her butler.
Arriving in the ballroom Alessandra took in a gasp. The place was beautiful, like from the Disney movies. Sadly she was so distracted that she tripped over her own feet and fell. "AHH-!!" she yelped before falling to the marble flooring. Laying there for a moment a rush embarrassment washed over her. Quickly standing up she noticed an other. Oh no, he saw her fall, HE SAW HER FALL. She looked so stupid as she fumbled with her fingers now fixing her hair. She probably looked like a mess now, not only that he was cute which made everything worse. So much for first impressions, with a nervous giggle she made way over to him with a smile as she rubbed the back of her head. "So much for first impressions right?" she said looking up at him, he looked like a kind person but she couldn't judge a book by its cover. "You must be my new butler, Callisto."
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Word Count: 462
Muse: 80%
Comments: Alessandra sure is clumsy 8U
Tagged: CALLISTO:]
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Post by ABEL FLORENT MARCELLIN on Jan 26, 2010 1:09:52 GMT -5
 i want your LOVE and i want your REVENGEyou and me could write a b a d r o m a n c e.The time was just ticking away and it was getting to him. He knew girls took forever to get ready, but seriously? This was getting a tad ridiculous. Callisto looked around nervously, honestly wondering if this girl would even show at all. Perhaps he'd been sent a fake letter by someone. Someone who in the shadows loathed him with every fiber of their being. That was nonsense right? No one would go that far. Right? For his own sake, seeing as he didn't take lightly to humiliation, he hoped not.
Just as he took a step to leave, Callisto's eyes met with a lovely young lady's. However that only lasted for a moment before she toppled to the floor. "AH!" His cry came almost in unison with hers. She'd fallen, and that was probably his lady for all he knew. So much for antagonists plotting against him, though he was quite thankful. Enough of that, great job Callisto. Not only had he been about to stand her up, he hadn't even tried to catch her. This was why he was a level B. A level F would have somehow magically appeared before her catching their lady and whisking her off as if they were some sort of prince. Now, Cal wasn't the most stupid butler, he was self-sufficient enough, but he didn't think nearly fast enough to become any higher than a level B. All he could do was stand there looking like an idiot as she helped herself up. Strike two for Callisto; he wasn't even quick enough to lend a hand.
As she stood, his cheeks flushed a light pink as a look of mild anger crossed his face. He looked away so she wouldn't think it was directed at her. It was merely that he'd gotten so worked up about the thought of being stood up and humiliated, and here he was doing a fine job of humiliating himself. Once she spoke, the anger washed off his face as he regained his composure. "Ah, yes. And I take it you are Lady Alessandra, correct? Are you...are you alright?" He moved, circling her to be sure she hadn't been hurt. Though he didn't have the fastest moves or the most charming personality, he was thorough and tended to his Lady's needs.
Alessandra was pretty, gorgeous even. Callisto allowed himself to silently admire her, though he knew of the rules against romance. Of course he knew he could never voice such a compliment, he wasn't sure how strict they were here. So he shook his head gently to rid himself of the thought, and offered a small smile. Even if he had told her she looked nice, it might only end up hurting her in the end.
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