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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 6, 2010 11:31:44 GMT -5
 God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been I wanna go there, this time I'm not
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It was time to say goodbye, stepping out of the car, her father already grabbing her luggage Rachel sighed as she stepped out into the snow. It was rather cold out but it could be colder, it would be at night. She wished she could see her mother before she went off to this new school, but her mother was in critical condition again, there was nothing more that Rachel wanted than to be with her mother at this moment. Her dad walked up to her handing her a couple suitcases, it wasn't like she had a whole lot of stuff, it wasn't her fault that her dad kept buying things to try and distract her from her mother's inevitable fate. Not to mention she hardley ever got to see her father since he tried to protect her from what his job was, though that also seemed enevitable. It wouldn't be long now until she was introduced to her butler, the one who would be tending to her, it always seemed like she had to have someone watching over her now adays.
Walking towards the school now within the gates, she carried her own suitcases, and left her uncomfortable dad at the gates. She could do this, though she was hurrying to get inside out of the cold. Once inside she looked around fascinated by the beauty of the school, her new home. She was naturally curious about everything that the school held for her to figure out, how many mysteries could lay inside such enormous walls. Finding a place to sit she moved her bags and set them down gently, now that she was inside she was at loss at what she was supposed to be doing. It wasn't like she had listened to her father's constant rambling in the car. Luckily she had brought a book. Tucking herself into a ball without putting her feet on the couch, which she had become rather good at over the years, she opened the book where the bookmark lay, and began to read. Someone would spot her eventually and help her find her way.
Rachel was only a few pages farther into the book when she decided to close it and move on, that itchy feeling she got when she was in an unknown place and supposed to be doing something, wouldn't go away with reading. Sighing softly she put her book away and looked around for someone, she didn't want to walk around, she would get lost, and that would be even worse. So she got up and began looking around the lounge area, trying to remember what her dad had been saying in the car, curses for not paying attention. Someone is going to spot me and think I'm a fool. Maybe she was a fool but it wasn't her fault was it? Yes it was her fault, she hadn't been paying attention she had been thinking about her mother. "Je suis tellement stupide ..." (I am so stupid) Rachel didn't speak French a lot, or very well for that matter, but it was a habit that she had picked up from her mother, when she was frustrated she spoke in French, whether or not she was good at it.
Sitting down again she rested her head against the arm of the chair, it was rather comfy actually, but she wouldn't fall asleep, she was feeling too uncomfortable for that. Sure she had gotten little sleep last night when she had heard her mother was in critical condition again. Her mother had been able to pull out of the state several times, but she still hadn't been able to sleep. Closing her eyes Rachel sighed, what a mess she was in, and how much she would just love to be with her mother at that moment, when she had been ok and not fighting cancer.
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NOTES !?;; Hurray for first posts !?
STATUS !?;; finished !?
TAGGED !?;; open !?
WORDS !?;; 646 !?
OUTFIT !?;; Purple sweater and black skinny jeans !?
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0
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Post by CRIMSON VAN DRAGO on Mar 6, 2010 22:08:24 GMT -5
Someone told me that love would all save us, but how could that be?
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"Da... da... ya znayu.... do svidaniya." (Yes... yes.... I know.... goodbye.) A cell phone shut and went into a velvet white pocket by the hand of a pale white figure. Crimson Van Drago had just finished a simple conversation with his 'worried' father Yassen Van Drago. It consisted of Yassen asking if everything was ready for his lady and if he was prepared, telling him he could stay in school a bit longer if he needed. But of course Crimson wouldn't accept that, and wouldn't accept more help from that man.
"Chert poberi"(Damn it...) He swore to himself knowing that most people wouldn't know what he even said any way, he hated his father and hated it even more when he had to speak to him kindly.
He had just stepped out of the long black limbo that was behind him before his father called seconds later, causing the driver to wait for his command to leave. Now that he was finished Crimson simply waved his hand and the driver drove off back from where it came leaving Crimson alone."Eto budet... Trudnye" (This will be... Difficult) He muttered silently to himself as he picked up his suitcase and violin case and walked forward, the looks he received from both men and women were of awe and gawking from his foreign beauty. But Crimson ignored the looks and continued on forward, no one else mattered not even his own family now, his lady would have to come first from now on and always forever.
He walked through the school gates and looked at his surroundings with his good eye trying to absorb them with the few seconds he had of walking. It was indeed a beautiful place to be living and to be taking school from. "Konechno, Italiya krasivaya aura."(Of course Italy has a beautiful aura.) It would not be long before he grew accustomed by this area and help his lady with everything she needed.
The butler walked through the doors and into the building of the school and looked around silently like he did with the outside for a moment, he acknowledged it's beauty once more before walking onwards. As he walked he pulled out a small picture of a young beautiful girl, Rachel Marie Beaumont, his soon to be lady. "Rachel Marie Beaumont, kak prekrasna moya Dama..." (Rachel Marie Beaumont, how beautiful my lady is...) Crimson smiled to himself gently as he knew that he would enjoy this life style of serving this girl.
Looking at the picture and then around the room he searched for the girl as he knew that he had come only minutes after she had, his blindness in his left eye did not help the situation either. But at last he had finally found her leaning against the arm of the sofa in the lounge, she seemed tired or nervous in which he could not tell if it were one or the other or maybe both. "Yeshche bolyee krasivoe v cheloveke, miledi yestʹ."(Even more beautiful in person, my lady is.) And so Crimson walked forward towards the girl, each step felt like a mile to him but he showed no discomfort on his face, that would show weakness to his lady and he couldn't have that the first day the meet. And after what seemed hours he had reached her and stood in front of her for a few seconds before speaking out in Dnglish for the first time in this country. "My lady?" He asked, his Russian accent was obvious and deep but yet it was also somewhat soothing.
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 7, 2010 22:30:05 GMT -5
God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been I wanna go there, this time I'm not
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Rachel shook her head lightly she had to get her head in the game. That wouldn’t be too hard right, just find her butler and do what she was supposed to do. Study hard, and stay out of trouble, yeah that sounded good. It was a nice plan, it would work, if she could manage to keep herself out of trouble that was though. It’s not that she is a trouble maker, she just was curious that’s all. Like her mother had told her when she was younger, Rachel was a free spirit, nothing could bring her down. Maybe that was something her father was saying in the car too, about being good and not driving her butler crazy.
Her butler, it was a weird thought, she still wasn't used to the idea of having someone wait on her hand and foot. Maybe this was a different kind of butler, she didn't exactly read the papers her father had handed too her, she had read school, ladies, being a lady, and butlers. Yup then she agreed and went back to her mother's side. It wasn't until a voice spoke out that she jumped back into her head, looking up she saw what looked to be her butler. Smiling softly she steadied her heart, she was getting better and better at not jumping when people snuck up on her, and it would be bad to have her butler already feeling guilty if he had scared her.
He had an accent, she couldn't place it, it was going to make her accent stand out a bit. Rachel's accent was just a hint of French, since her mother had taught her, and of course Marie had used it almost constantly when talking to her family. Her mother had also been a famous pianist, so Rach knew a bit of that too. "Ah hello, I'm Rachel Beaumont. But you probably already know that." She laughed lightly a tad nervous, though having been rich since birth she had never quite gotten used to the 'My Lady' bit, but she was sure that she would get used to it now. Standing she attempted a curtsy though she was wearing jeans, it was her last time to be comfortable, and not in a frilly dress. She didn't mind dresses but still jeans were nice too.
Standing straight and looking up at him she felt kind of short, she was tall for her age, but she only reached his shoulders, wait that was normal, she shouldn't feel short. Rach tried not too look like a complete fool, besides the fact that she had no idea what to say now that she had introduced herself, she figured she could tell him to call her Rach, Rachel, instead of My Lady, but she didn't think that would go over too well, he would probably call her My Lady, or Miss anyways. That was just another thing to get used too, maybe she was an odd girl, that was what some guys had said to her once when she was younger, until they saw her dad coming, then they ran. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." She had remembered showing her mother the picture of her butler, her mom had been so excited for her, and told her to be as polite as possible, she was a lady getting a very handsome and polite man by her side. It was only right to be polite and kind back to him, since he would be doing so much for her too. She couldn't help but feel that this would be an interesting frienship for her.
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NOTES !?;; Rach is a little clueless sometimes yus !?
STATUS !?;; finished !?
TAGGED !?;; Crimson !?
WORDS !?;; 605 !?
OUTFIT !?;; Purple sweater and black skinny jeans !?
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0
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Post by CRIMSON VAN DRAGO on Mar 8, 2010 10:58:47 GMT -5
Someone told me that love would all save us, but how could that be?
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She smiled and he smiled, a simple equation in the state of mind. He listened to every word she spoke and absorbed it into him, her french accent, her delicate voice, and it sounded as if she were a bit nervous upon meeting him.
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