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Post by SEPTEMBER PAIGE ANDREWS on Mar 5, 2010 13:14:53 GMT -5
Somebody wake me from this NIGHTMARE.
I can't escape this Hell... word count: 532outfit: ...it's in the post.tag: Benny~!notes: Poor dear.. and she's bound to be startled soon, too!____________________________________ Darkness is all she knows, the last light having gone out over her head as she ran down the hallway of her old home. What was she running from? She didn't know - all that she could figure out was that her mind's flight response had triggered in response to a faint scratching of something against the marble floor beneath her feet. Lungs burning from exertion, she finds herself having to recall where there were twists and turns in the passageway ahead while trying to ignore the fact that those sounds were getting closer and closer...Lavendar curls shift and move as one of the newest ladies to enroll at Stella Fiore Academy whimpers in her sleep. Pale sides heave as she rolls onto her side, the small brown teddy bear that she usually takes to bed with her hugged tightly to her chest. Her expression is one of extreme pain as the bad dream continues, her mind's activities not at all considering how badly it is hurting itself by continuing. Unsurprisingly, she fails. Colliding hard against the wall, she is sent sprawling, landing on her back. Desperately trying to get to her feet, she manages to sit up before what has been giving chase for what seems like an eternity catches up with its prey. Death comes in the form of gnashing teeth and brilliant crimson eyes that makes themselves visible, the target in the beast's sight paralyzed by fear. There's nothing she can do as the monster growls. daggerlike fangs biting down on the exposed flesh of her calf--A thin, reedy cry escapes September's lips as she tosses and turns, the pile of velvety-soft blue and purple blankets thrown into greater disarray. This leaves the lady beneath largely uncovered since the simple white silk nightgown she is wearing has been bunched up by her movements. While nothing improper is exposed, the chill of winter is bound to have her shivering soon... although that is nothing compared to how she already trembles like a leaf in the wind. Another pitiful scream escapes her lips as the nightmarish beast devours her in her dreams, ripping her to shreds. It doesn't matter that her parents were shot to death instead of slashed... the stuff of nightmares is not bound by reality or sense, after all. No, they are limited only by fear - and that is something that she has in abundance no matter how hard she tries to deny it.
As her nightmare worsens even further, the lady begins to struggle against her covers. It's a fruitless endeavor, of course; by now, she is so tangled up in her blankets and sheets that she'd need to be conscious to properly free herself. Her subconscious doesn't recognize this, of course - instead, it registers as being unable to escape the monster's claws. This only makes her struggle harder, her cries growing more frantic and panick-y as a result. At this rate, it won't be long at all before she awakens the young man that has been entrusted with waiting on her hand and foot. One can only assume that he wasn't quite expecting this when he was assigned to serve Miss Andrews...____________________________________
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Post by BENVOLIO LOMBARDI on Mar 5, 2010 19:05:44 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED , CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for SEPTEMBER with 441 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center]
As his designated lady was shifting in her nightmares, the orange haired boy, who was also asleep, was not moving much at all. He laid on his back, covers laying softly about his waist. Benvolio (yes, like the character from Romeo and Juliet) was always a light sleeper. His dreams were always filled with a dark nothing, not once had he imagined a crazy fantasy world when his eyes were closed. It just seemed that Ben did not dream at all. But he didn't mind at all, he would rather have his blackness over nightmares. Ben kept his hands resting on his bare stomach in the silence, the only light was shining from the crescent moon that made it's way through a small crack in the curtains. He was resting peacefully when he heard it.
First it rang softly in his head, like something was calling to him, as if he was barely conscious and someone was trying to talk to him. Only by the second call did his mind register the noise, a scream. Not any scream, one that was fairly close and higher pitched. When his head figured that bit out it was barely 20 seconds before Ben had nearly leaped from his bed, pulled his gloves on and slammed his door open. He was tempted to yell but he kept silent. If someone was with her he wanted the art of surprise. Too bad he didn't know that this wasn't a hostile situation. He snuck, much like a cat or snake, down the hall. He tightened the Velcro straps on his gloves, flexing his hands. It didn't take very long for Benvolio to reach Miss Andrews room, he was very tall, a stomach-churning 6'8'', so his strides covered a fair distance. Most got out of Ben's way, and the lady's door frame threatened to hit him on the head when he walked in.
He was silent as he opened the door and muttered softly, " Miss Andrews? " His voice echoed with Italian heritage as he said it again except louder. It seemed the poor girl was having a nightmare. Maybe he wasn't quite ready for this. Everyone praised him, everyone expected greatness, but at this moment he was unsteady, he barely knew this girl. Last he had seen of her was when he was making dinner and ran off to her room. But it was fine, he was used to eating alone.
With a slight shiver he leaned over the bed and held Septembers shoulders to keep her from struggling so much, " Miss Andrews, it's fine... hey... it's just a dream..." he said, leaning away and used his right hand to rub his slightly sore left shoulder.
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Post by SEPTEMBER PAIGE ANDREWS on Mar 6, 2010 4:24:15 GMT -5
Somebody wake me from this NIGHTMARE.
I can't escape this Hell...word count: 519outfit: A simple white silk nightgown.tag: Benny~!notes: Awaken, Sleeping Beauty... although it's no kiss, now is it? xD____________________________________ Her butler's voice, quiet and respectful as it is, fails at interrupting her slumber and saving her from her nightmare. His approach is similarly unsuccessful - it takes him taking her gently by the shoulders to bring her into consciousness. She jolts upright with a gasp once he touches her, the solidness of his hands and the cool material of his gloves the shock to her system needed to bring her around. Her lavender-blue eyes open wide, their depths hazed with a blend of grogginess and terror."Who--"And then she actually gets a look at him and remembers just who this redheaded male is - her butler, the young man assigned to serve her that she hadn't introduced herself to when she arrived a mere handful of hours before. She hadn't meant to be rude, of course... the American was simply unaccustomed to traveling such a great distance, and had become rather fatigued as a result. At the time, her new bed had seemed soft and comforting - but karma had decided to pay her back for her accidental rudeness by having her experience her most vivid nightmare yet."Oh, it's you..."There's no negative emotion in her tone to be found - instead, there's an abundance of relief at him turning out to not be a stranger as she sits up. Not that she even knew his name, of course... but she had seen him before, and also knew what position he held in her life. While she hoped that she and Benvolio could become friends, she didn't know if such a thing were possible - or if their relationship would stray into forbidden territory. Such was in the hands of time... although it had taught her one lesson that she wasn't going to forget so quickly. An apologetic smile tugs at her lips as she adjusts the covers around herself, properly obscuring her lower body from view once more."I'm so sorry for waking you... and for not introducing myself earlier. I was just so tired I needed to try to get some rest."The lavender-haired girl nods a little, a slightly sheepish edge joining her smile as she offers her left hand for him to take for a handshake. It wouldn't be hard for him to turn it to place a kiss upon its back if he so wished - she was just unaccustomed to such old-fashioned manners. Such was the curse of being American... although she'd likely fall into the rhythm of things soon enough. A period of adjustment would just need to be accounted for, is all."I'm September Andrews... although you already know that. Please, call me September - I'm nowhere near fancy enough to be a Miss."How he wanted to proceed from here was entirely his decision, although it's obvious now that September is actually quite the pleasant girl when she's not in the grips of a night terror. Hopefully, he wouldn't ask what it was about... the mental images were just beginning to fade, after all, and the last thing she wanted was for them to make a comeback.____________________________________
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Post by BENVOLIO LOMBARDI on Mar 6, 2010 22:18:35 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for SEPTEMBER with I don't know, I'm too lazy to find out  words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center]
Benvolio was a bit frightened by September's sudden jolt upwards. Her stepped back just slightly before relaxing again. Her muttering was something that Ben took as a good sign, maybe she was starting to come out of it. He smiled softly when she looked relieved that it was him. He nodded only as a response. AS September would soon come to find out, Benvolio was very quiet and reserved, even sheepish and shy if provoked.
As the lavender-haired girl started to apologize, Ben shook his head lightly." No need to apologize... You flew a pretty long way, it's understandable. " he said, not even mentioning the fact that she woke him up. This was his job and he was very loyal, his needs were always after hers. His mother referred to it as 'slavery' but somewhere in his head, Ben thought it was honorable.
Ben looked at the outstretched hand and seemed perplexed by what to do before he figured out he should probably shake her hand. So he did, his touch was unusually gentle, but it was not a nervous touch, just a naturally soft handshake. It wasn't surprising that a guy of Ben's size was actually slightly shy. " You might want to be careful about the jet lag though, I've heard it's fairly miserable. " he said and started to take off his kickboxing gloves. He nodded when she told him her name, he did already know it. He nodded again when she told him to not call her 'Miss.' It would be a bit difficult not to, but he would defiantly try.
Ben took a step back and looked towards the door he had came through. He wondered about how to fix the problem of his head almost nearly colliding with the door frame before glancing back to September. " Benvolio Lombardi, at your service..." he said with a joking tone, bowing just slightly. " But most just call me Ben, my mother loved Romeo and Juliet, she was slightly obsessed I guess." He rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. He loved his mother but... he had lived years without her. That day still followed him even after ten years had gone by.
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