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[SELOUMIERRE COLONNELLO D.Z.V.]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

The weather is warm for the outdoors. Nello had been around the library of the school flopping with her complete silence. It was just bothering to recall things again, after all, her past was dark, really dark and all. She brushed her boots as she headed for the stables which were silent. She loves horses, riding them and all. She was a student who was wandering around even at class. Though she is like that, she was smart, she can catch up with the lessons and the talk. It was not that a big issue for her, since she wings certain things in her life, but recalling something that a friend would say, smiling is her best asset. A best asset to forget everything and leave them behind for a reason. But the echoes of her dreams and the voices she could only hear, she was bothered by those.Or the weather does, but it's not in her mind for now.

Caressing herself as her boots of red briskly walked towards the stables, she was staring blankly with a small horse whip on her hand. She looks scary with that kind of look, but she's not looking forward to whipping someone and a horse at all. In fact, she loves them. The horses of the Academy are indeed beautiful. She wants to own one, but as the mafia boss of a certain family, she does not need too. It's unnecessary. While she would hear the certain neigh of a horse she spotted awhile ago, she walked closer to that animal, and patted it on the head. It was a white one with the white hair and the luxurious design. The school values everything, even the horses. She continued to tame the mare and slowly pulled the line on the wood, as she would take the animal out, deciding to ride on it. The mare followed along with her, seeming that the charisma she owns is high in reasons. "I will surely ride you.." .she says with a delinquent look in her face, smiling ash she continued to stroll the animal first before she would ride on it.

The mare seemed comfortable with the brunette already as she would continue to brush its hair. And with a swivel, she rides on the seat, that was made of fine leather, while she would continue to hold on the thread(or whatever that was called). She casted a small order on the horse, like telling it to ride her, or stroll her across that field. The other ladies who seemed to have the butlers with them were enjoying the chatter while she could hear clearly even from afar. It did not bother her. The laughs, the chuckles, why is everyone so happy, while she was not? But still that smile which she wears to cover her insights was simple, yet not noticeable. It would give the predicament that she was sarcastic and is dangerous, specially when someone would hear that she was a mafia head. She rather keeps her mouth shut, after all, the case of their family was not solved yet. And she was the only heiress...

"Gyah!~", she continued to tug a bit more on the horse, telling it to speed faster. That's just what she wanted to do for now. It was completely boring and all. Her homeworks and tasks were done, as she would find herself with no traces of being worried with academics, but her mind troubles of more than that. While the wind would brush uncertainty as she rides the mare with delicate gust, she was still strolling specially on the horse obstacles. Another way to express that she could cover her angst against a certain subject. No, a certain memory.

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MUSIC: *Lacrimosa --ED02 of Kuroshitsuji*
MUSE: *Running (but rushing)*
WEARING: *Original boy school uniform with a red vest and red devil boots*
OTHER: O.o sorry it took me time, thesis is hell @_@**
MOOD: *Happy, Plain ^^*[/ul]

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How annoying.

A light twitch of his right eyebrow betrayed the man’s utter annoyance and irritation at the matter that had boggled his mind. There was a large urge to toss down and stomp on the empty green bag that he was carrying, but of course, that wasn’t the proper etiquette for a class F butler such as himself. Oh, but oh the urge to just throw it right here and hit something, or just beat something explode and beat it up. It wasn’t something he felt too normally, this thing called anger. And when he did feel it, it wasn’t to an extent that he wanted to strangle something. It was the first time in a while that he felt anger as fierce as this, although it not exactly for the right reasons.

So why was this refined butler so annoyed? Simple, really. It was due to the task that had been bestowed upon him by the first year ladies he had been assigned to. It was a tedious task, tending to so many at once, but it was something he got used to. No, it wasn’t the number of them that got him tired, irritated. Rather, it was who he was serving that had gotten him quite riled up. ‘What a bunch of spoiled brats’, he thought viciously. Get me this, get me that. Yes, he’d learned enough patience to deal with all these menial requests like getting them a glass of water in the middle of the night, or reaching for the remote that could really be reached if the person actually stood up. But there was still a time when it got too overwhelming, especially if one was burdened with about a hundred of these requests in one day. The latest one was what had pushed him over the edge: pick out the seeds in the watermelon, and then pick out the brown M&Ms from a whole pack of the dang things. He’d done so with grace, even putting on a smile on his face although inside, he was in great turmoil, wanting nothing more than to throw the candy all over the place and leave it at that. But if years of Butler School had taught him anything, it was a large amount of patience, and somehow, he’d seen the task through without throwing a fit. However, the latest lady had ordered him to pick up some food stuffs in the nearby convenience store, and so he had set out to do that. It was a good thing, too, because at least out here, he could vent without letting anyone see his true nature. He’d work too hard to be kicked out now.

Scowling and grumbling to himself, his hand around the bag shaking as he resisted the very-growing urge to scream, Amadeo walked on forward, hearing the coins jingle in his pocket. Mentally, he went over the list of things he was to buy, anything to distract himself, really, from killing the nearby tree. ‘Candy, chapstick, extra batteries, and some cupcakes.’ Right. That didn’t seem too hard to remember. Already, he could feel himself calm down as he concentrated on the way to the store. However, he hadn’t even made it to the Academy gates before yet interruption intruded his path.

Ahead on one of the Academy’s horses was a female that he’d never seen before. He could already tell that by the way she rode and the way that she carried herself that she was not a lady. Ladies were supposedly trained in equestrian arts, and this one, although she seemed to know what she was doing, was not as graceful as the other ladies were. The only though then, left in his mind was that she was either a normal student here, or just a trespasser. Sighing angrily, Amadeo made his way towards the lady, positioning himself in such a way that he would be in her way if she tried to go any further, but also far enough that she wouldn’t crash into him. Once she would stop, he would speak, his voice mixing with varying tones of irritation, suspicion and anger. “Excuse me, miss, but have you asked permission to use this horse? Otherwise, it’s called stealing.” His usual normal facade of niceness was not present here. This was, after all, not a lady, and he had absolutely zero obligation to act as such.

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[SELOUMIERRE COLONNELLO D.Z.V.]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

She seems to like riding the horse. It was natural for her since she would do that every time she has the free time. The reluctant look in her face tells so, as her complete facade would tell someone that she was bored. Terribly bored. But it cannot tell that she was facing a problem herself, since that lash of simple smile is present towards any people she would see. How come this woman smile even in the face of trouble and danger? But to be frank for a certain reason, her use of being a mafia head lead her towards many obstacles and experiences that a young woman like her should have not encountered yet. It took her several years to be like that, but she was now eighteen, elegant in the others eyes, but a trouble maker in front of some mentors. It can't be helped though, it was her nature.

She was riding a known horse by the name Chessie, one she could recal the Academy uses often. The mare with the white color and the symbol of innocence. No one owns her, so she rode on it anyway. Every stroll she casts on the open field meant really something. Not because she was silent and all, riding that certain animal means that she was not doing anything or thinking at all. Her grace was not noted, since she was raised as a gentleman more than a lady, and yes, she is an intelligent student with a weird behavior in the class. The woman was noticeable with the red color and almost her, specially with the clothing. She wears that neat school boy uniform instead of wearing a skirt. Not to mention, she kicks someone forcing her to wear that dress, or should she say, that school uniform, for the ladies.

She was about to ramp the mare on the obstacle course until a man with the black tux appeared on her way. She bluntly stops the mare, pulling the rail as it stood up neighing while it calms down. The white horse remained stabled as the red brunette would stop with annoyance after seeing the man. By the looks, he seems to be a butler. One that serves the "ladies" in the academy, unlike her, who is enrolled as a simple student for her protection. She would like to fallop more, but it seems that she was troubled and blank when he spoke. Stealing? Oh great, he thinks that she was stealing?"Excuse me but you are in my way. I am allowed to use this horse, if you want to know." She exchanged a cold look towards the guy, who seemed to be several years older than her, but that's not the case. She was stopped in the middle of her so-called joy, and stillness.

She keenly looks at the guy with her crimson eyes as she would remain blank further. She wants to know what is a certain person, no, a butler like him, doing in the area while he should be on the dim area of the ladies, serving and comforting them with all. That's what is running on her mind. And oh, she was just strolling around while the mares and the stallions remained in the stables, deciding to have her time spent there instead of talking with some butlers whom she is friends with or the ladies who were there. She's not that open to all.

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MUSE: *Flowing!~*
WEARING: *see above*
OTHER: *xD LOL let him be xD*
MOOD: *Happy but tired*[/ul]

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His eyes were blazing, the crimson irises enhancing the fiery anger that lurked within. Why did it seem that everyone in this place was either an incompetent moron or a spoiled slacker? Annoying, annoying. It was annoying! There was no end, or would there ever be, an end to this, for as long as he would retain his position as a butler at this Academy. It infuriated him, having to run around like a dog for every new lady that strutted into the halls with her nose held so high up in the air, expecting to be tended to and pampered and granted their every last whim. Oh, how he wanted to torture those little girls, to play around with their emotions and intrude upon their weaknesses, just to have them know what it felt like to be traumatized, to be in pain. They’d probably never even been hurt, the worst pain having been breaking their dainty little fingernails. Now, really, was that fair? Not at all, at least not to him, having had lost his only family when he was only a child. Sometimes the tasks assigned to him were plausible, but this… M&Ms? Really? How many more of these ridiculous requests did he have to deal with? And it wasn’t even like the ladies were lame – they had perfectly able hands and legs. Just… ugh.

Amadeo gritted his teeth, the sound of enamel crashing against enamel. Somehow the sound appeased him and he let out a frustrated sigh, sending out most of his anger in a breath of air. Ah, but he could not complain. Truly, it was his task after all, and he’d known this for a life; he should have expected nothing less in a life as a butler. This was his life now, and he should at least do so with pride. The pressure and mediocrity had just gotten to him, he decided, and that was all. Although he’d calmed down a tad with these reassuring thoughts, there was still a nagging, minor storm brewing in the background, brewing in his subconscious. All would have been settled completely, though, had he been given the time. But apparently, the gods did not favor him today (or did they ever, at any day?), continuing his torture through the form of a peculiarly odd pink-haired female, galloping in a seemingly careless manner across the wide school green fields.

The first thought that crossed his mind was curiosity. Who was she? What was she doing? And more importantly, was that any way for a lady to dress? He eyed her clothes with obvious discontent; those were definitely not the clothes assigned to ladies when they went out horse riding. The next thought was petty annoyance in the girl. Combined with her rather unique outfit and unkempt hair, he could venture to say that she didn’t belong in such a high-class academy like this. However, he hadn’t had much say in the matter when the school decided to accept females that weren’t ladies, as long as they had enough money to get themselves in. This woman was most likely a prime example of this. Now that he thought about it logically, she couldn’t be any normal trespasser; how she’d found the stables required one to have a sense of direction, considering the school’s massive size. She was definitely a student here, but since he was always working with the ladies, her face was not one particularly familiar to him.

As was expected, the woman stopped just a few inches short of him. Had she been a reckless good like Amadeo made her out to be, she’d have crashed into him (during which time he’d had time to get out of the way, of course.) The expression on his face was nothing short of anger, furious anger that had been rekindled by the way this woman so callously wandered around on her own. Despite being a student here, Amadeo regarded her as a trespasser – she did not belong in this place. His eyes were ablaze once more, his dark red eyes mirroring his anger and infuriation at the woman. With sour disdain he listened to her equally irritated words, which only seemed to anger him more. A fist clenched at his side as he stared at her with a defiant look on his face, a look of smug overconfidence that sent the message that he was better than her – in class, at least.

He was in the way? No, she was in the way, in the way of the school’s grand peace and silence. She dared disrupt it with her petty desires? This was something he would not allow. “Allowed to use it? Ha, don’t make me laugh”, he said, his voice dark and brooding. “Those are reserved for ladies which is pretty obvious, you are not. Plus, it’s after hours, and you’re not allowed to ride at this time. So if you please, miss, get off.

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[SELOUMIERRE COLONNELLO D.Z.V.]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

"FINE."

She was blank while she rides of the horse. It was the butler who said it. But not because she is not in the mood to fight, but because she wants to remain calm and justified herself. She looks like a man, she does not dress like a lady, and what? Do the talking, she had heard of the same words many times, and to be frank, it was irritating. She jagged off, and she gives a certain pause while she would eye at the person with despair. Her eyes of crimson that looks faint of something,or was it her emotions that wanted to lead her again in to no cause? Why was she like that?No one would really know.

She eyes at the butler who was surely tall against her. She was not that petite but she would have to look up just to get a simple look at him. As sigh she casted as she would not notice this man. But she would want to question this in a simple manner. Why is he here disturbing her fun? Her diligence of raging something out of her is not even that necessary so she keeps her calm state. Lucky for this guy she was not mad, oh no, not that mad yet. She understands that the place was not deserving for her, but in her opinion, it is. In fact she is a rich lady, who is a head of something, well, something deeper than a student or a citizen would be. If she was completely irritated, she would want a mafioso to keep this butler's mouth shut and all, letting her ride the magnificent horse. The cold aura that was present within her is terrible but not obvious, specially with her mixed feelings for now. That is something that she had been hiding within her after all. Is it something that goes wrong with her, or was it her business that kept her in touch? But being the brunette who needs protection and the case of ends, she would not expose herself truant in the public, specially to someone she did not know.

He is irritating. Really irritating. Though he had the prim and proper look of a butler, she would disagree with that. Ladies should not be alwasy treated with the greatest comfort, specially when some of them would do the bad things, no, worse things to certain people. But that does not mean that she does avoid ladies. She does avoid them to stay out of trouble, well, except for a friend named Rachel that is, who belongs to a second year as a lady with a butler serving under her. Sometimes she doubts why someone would need a butler, of there is a right hand man. That's life out there in the mafia, you stand your own, survival to the fittest and give the chance to yourself. Though she would admit that she was raised in a spolied manner for some reasons, she would not comprehend with the luxury, unless if it was abused badly. The brunette raised a brow for a reason, but she would not want to tell it directly.

Not allowed? She would not agree with that, but the man had a certain point that she should not be riding this hour. She should be heading to her room or what place she has in mind that would suit her presence. But the look and the stare would not do anything to her specially when she is "not like herself" at the moment. She looked back at the eyes of the butler. They say that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and that belief she carries. She would tell herself that this butler seemed to be quite annoyed with the work he is given or her presence, for she was dressed in a man's clothing rather the female ones. No one can force her to wear a dress, except if it is urgent or in the report of her mafia. What made her blank was please, it's not necessary for her at all. A sigh she casts as she would close her eyes and blink."I understand, but please do not interrupt me next time...", she says being polite with the man. She does not have the mood to contradict with something since her thoughts were flocked.

She looked at him once more as he would ask her name. She gives another blank pause as she would place her left hand on the chest and bow diligently while she would pay respect."My name is Seloumierre Colonnello Di Zi Vamschier..A fourth year...".Her parents aught her that greeting or salutation, it is a must in the mafia. If you want to be respected, you must respect them too, even if the personality of the person is not in your personal taste or liking. Back to her own position, she would glare at him again.

"And you, mister butler? I assume I haven't seen you yet..", she added.

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MUSIC: *NONE*
MUSE: *Flowing for you <3*
WEARING: *SAME*
OTHER: *unfortunately Nello's not in the mood to ship shaft until she stops being blank, so it won't do a thing xP*
MOOD: *Tired (of thesis)*[/ul]

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This just wasn’t right. Amadeo shook his head internally, scrambling his thoughts around in his superbly efficient mind as he attempted to get his head and get his thoughts back in order. Really, this wasn’t like him. Well, it was sort of like him, but not to this extent. His anger was unquestionably out of control, and it was only thanks to those endless years of Butler school did he retain the patience to keep himself from exploding in the spot. This was just wrong, taking out his anger on an unsuspecting female who just happened to be out after hours – prohibited – galloping horseback like there were no other worries in the world. Despite her appearance and lack of elegance in her movements, she was most obviously a part of her school – a very simple conclusion that he could have easily arrived at had his mind been calmer, had been clearer. Ugh, how he was so degraded, easily overcome by such an extreme bout of negative emotion. It was one he hadn’t felt in a while, and right now, he really couldn’t believe he’d been so close to being pushed off the precipice so early in the game. He could only attribute it to the previous sleepless nights catering to the ladies, along with their ridiculous requests, not to mention the past that would creep on him every now and again. It was no wonder he was cranky, if that was the best word to describe.

As Amadeo began his conversation with the girl, he felt the words roll off his tongue in hot anger, something he could not easily perceive in his calmer mind. Ah, but he was being extremely rude, even to someone he had just met. Although he was the type of person so act rather cold and callous towards others, it was an entirely different matter if he was being snippy with them. It just wasn’t the “way of the butler”, being taught to address all ladies respectfully (despite the fact that this one obviously was not). An inner conflict warred inside his head as he struggled to take control, appeasing his anger and trying to calm the storm. It took a few seconds to do so; his logical mind had been much more deeply buried in the anger than he first anticipated. He took in a deep breath just as the female spoke, her voice slamming like a stomp on the ground. Again, Amadeo could feel the anger resurfacing, but with the twitch of an eyebrow, he managed to keep it under control, preventing the frown from once more entering his face and replacing his expression instead with one of nonchalance. It was just odd that for some reason, he was having quite a difficult time keeping calm around her.

The girl spoke then, telling him what to do. Again, the butler did his best to keep to leash the anger that had not completely subsided yet. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a rather loud gust of air. In this one simple movement, it seemed like all his tension disappeared along with the carbon dioxide in his lungs, and at once, he felt calmer than he had been. Right now, he could not sense the anger anywhere near, but he knew that it would be wise not to play with the fire. He mentally braced himself for anything the girl might say next, shielding himself in advance before he was caught off-guard again and did something he would no doubt regret in the future. Doubts were something he needed no more of at the moment.

“”I was only saying so because they are the rules, miss. Even if you disregard me, those you cannot,” he paused, an eyebrow rising, “unless of course you’re aiming to get kicked out.

[/color]” Although he was calmer now, the cold demeanour he had towards others would not readily go away. As such, he did not feel inclined to bow his head to this woman, at least. As such was his personality, after all.

Amadeo’s red eyes gazed the woman’s own, noting with curiosity the blank look on her face. That expression, why was she wearing it? Did it have something to do with what he said, or was it another matter entirely? Ah, but really, he couldn’t care less. To her and to others of her “class”, he only spared a second or two. His head cocked sideways as he took in her ridiculously long name. No, not a name he was familiar with, although he was certain it was something that he had known... Hm, maybe it would come back to him at a later time. However, Amadeo did smirk as her self-introduction changed her personality to a completely respectful one. Two faces for one girl? Perhaps she was more like him than he had thought at first.

“Alright then, Seloumierre.[/color]” The name danced on his tongue; what kind of name was that? His voice was dripping with disdain. “Yes, I am a butler here at this Academy. Amadeo Robespierre, at your service.[/color]” At this, he stopped talking. He did not feel like sharing any more with this stranger.[/color]
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[SELOUMIERRE COLONNELLO D.Z.V.]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

That blank expression,or should she say, that used expression of hers. It was thoroughly common for her, certainly, but yes, she was continuing with that. She is not as elegant as those ladies who were in the greatest dresses, and in the best attires. She never desired to wear or use one, considering herself as a gentleman, not a lady. And her personality says that. She likes people who are benefits for her, and who are considered worthy to be in her watch, protected by. She is the protectorate, one who would never let her guard down towards a person she really likes. And the man who was the butler in her presence now is not the certain guy she would like to talk to. First of all he is a cliff hanger of her fun, though she likes his way of stopping her and standing in the middle of the act. It was not hilarious; irritating to be really specifi. Not to mention, it is deeming. And his clothes, it was nice than having the common butlers wear similar attires, but she thinks that it does not suit her at all based in her observations for this guy. She is in her blank state with her angst and worries kept inside for awhile, while she would just have a shook or something.

She looks back at the butler with a monotonous approach. She glares at him back with the slightest looks that she could see. Some how it reminds her of a fictional character in a novel that she would read in a library. A man who had calm intentions but on the inside, something that you would not expect. She dislikes his answer at all. Kicked? Why would she be kicked? As far as she knows, she is not violating any rules or casting mis shaft around the area. Besides, it is the simple horse stables. The library is still filled with the ladies who are having their so-called quiet time, while she cannot go or pass there. It would keep her stiff from looking at the numerous books that she would see. And her liking was full to riding, until disturbance completely disambiguates her fun and her silence. She would also think that this butler would be detesting some students like her who are not ladies. Ladies. She was suppose to be one. But because of her status and her gesture, she disagrees. One reason is that she would have to wear those pretty clothes that had skirts with it. Aye, she hated the dresses so much. She would look different and feminine. She would hate it worst if the mafioso under her would see her wear one. It would leave their faces starred and their mouths open. What a complete disaster.

She answered the last words he said before he introduced himself."Kicked out, you say?" Not very good at all. The first purpose on why she was there anyway is to start a new life and experience the essence of high school. She was home studying on her elementary days with different mentors. It was completely boring, and her right hand man Vedeliant happened to be interested with the school. She cannot say no to the person at all, while she uttered a yes towards him. And here she is now, a fourth year. Back to the main conversation, she blankly shooks her head while the calmness still occupies the place."I did not do anything to offend the school nor disregard you... now if you think that way, I must not blame you and maybe, I should just apologize." She headed direct to the point, not wanting to hear anything she would not desire while her patent and patience for this matter still remained hold. Oh well, she does not want to contradict anymore, unless if it was something intriguing and one that could set her mood near the change.

Wait, what? Seloumierre? Did he just said Seloumierre!? Her blank face turned in to a doubt while she would like to shout at the person. No one in that school called her by Seloumierre, since it was something that she hated badly. Now her temper is quite raging. She apologized first and then now she hears her first name. What the..., she would think in the moment, but did not bluster a loud approach towards the guy, who introduced himself as Amadeo."...Please to meet you but, I really do not want to be called Seloumierre... it's Colonnello..., sir Roberspierre..." That small irritating look in the inside made her troubled. There was something about the name that would make her sad at all, that's why she never wishes anyone to call her like that ever again.

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MUSIC: *NONE*
MUSE: *Semi-high*
WEARING: *SAME*
OTHER: *xD LOL I can imagine it <3*
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Really now, was she just trying to annoy him on purpose? That wasn’t a very smart idea, especially not one he’d recommend towards a stranger whom he’d just met on the wrong foot. She was just unfortunate to be here at the wrong place at the wrong time, being the subject of his obvious annoyance and irritation from his extremely grueling job as a butler. However, fate and circumstances were two things he would not allow as excuses, and now, he’d have to take it out on the female. Of course, he should have known better than to explode like this, and had found himself calmed down slightly over the course of the conversation. But now, even by her body language and tone she was taking when he was trying oh-so-hard to keep his voice calm and level while gritting his teeth – she was just enjoying this, wasn’t she? That really wasn’t a good idea. But perhaps she didn’t mean to do such a thing, perhaps the hostility he could feel exuding from her was just a figment of his imagination (although it didn’t feel like it). He had to calm down now, force the pressure onto himself to ensure he remained that way. It would do no good to explode now. But really, this female was making it particularly hard for him.

“Yes, kicked out,” he spoke, his voice heavy with obvious sarcasm and a tinge of mocking. It was the voice of one who thought the other party was rather slow and stupid. He spoke even slower than usual for her benefit. “Must I repeat everything I say, or has the riding gone to your brain?

[/color]” There. That was the best way he could vent his anger without actually going outright crazy and strangling the woman – not that he would ever attempt such a thing. He was usually not prone to anger; he was a rather calm and serious person who wouldn’t resort to physical harm to get his own way. Psychological manipulation and emotional harm, yes, but not physical. He just wasn’t that type of person, unless of course he was pushed off the very precipice he had been avoiding rather (somewhat) successfully throughout the course of his less than satisfying past. “No, you did not offend me; those are the rules. And so, your apology is… accepted.[/color] He paused before the last word, assessing in his mind if she should truly be forgiven for this rule violation (he was a stickler for the rules, after all). But in the end, he concluded that it wasn’t in his power to act as a ruling judge, and had settled on accepting it, despite his obvious reluctance to the matter.

The look on her face suddenly shifted from an angry scowl to a blank look, much to the obvious confusion of Amadeo. What? All he’d done earlier was say her name as she had; there was no danger of mispronunciation. However, the look she was giving him betrayed otherwise, and it led him to wonder what he had done wrong. Despite this girl being a stranger, he couldn’t be entirely rude, the basics and etiquette of a butler having been drilled into his head at his three years of Butler School. Before he had a chance to inquire, the girl spoke once more, replying to the unasked question in his mind. That was the problem? A somewhat evil laugh resonated in the man’s mind; already this woman had given him some ammo to use against her. She was just an open book, wasn’t she? A sly look passed his features as his mind now calmed down entirely, savoring the torturous device it now had against the oddly haired female. “Oh? Is there something that bothers you, Seloumierre?[/color]” He said the last word with obvious pronunciation, enjoying her squirming. Ah, this could still turn out to be rather fun, after all. [/color]
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[SELOUMIERRE COLONNELLO D.Z.V.]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

There she already said it. An apology she gave to the person. That's enough she could do, for she feels something weird in him. None other than that she would regard him as a pawn of a chess piece, or may be a black knight to be specific. She was blank at the outside, but on the inside her level of tolerant violence was starting to envelop over her. She does not want to hurt people but her current state now and that deem look of the butler, she wouldn't mind. Who does he think he is anyway? He first ruined her enjoyment of riding on the mare, and now he stands on her way like a wall, and a BIG wall he is, considering her philosophy with people, saying that they're tall but nuts on her. She prides herself with that belief. And one thing that she certainly would not like to come out was that smile she would cast for real. Now that's terrible.

He was going on her nerves for now. Not that type of butler who is nice and sincere, obedient towards students even those who are citizens. And she stresses out that she had done nothing wrong but ride. She did not do worse and did not even killed someone for the specific topic. Or was he just mean? She tries to read through this man's actions as she would blankly give the butler a look. A blank with a piece of nostalgia, since she could remember the annoyance she got before she was enrolled in the place."I could hear well, now did you heard my reply, sir?". It was out of philosophy while she would imagine what that man would think next. He is the type of person that she thinks would be useful. Specially with that handsome and nice appearance, but inside she thinks that a devil crossed her bridge. But it was not that at all, if he starts then she should end what he begin with.And irritating but with fun for the end.

She would stop a bit while the butler will tell her the first name. Seloumierre. What the hell is he deaf?!, she was raising her temper up, while her other hand would let small fist holds. She wanted to slap, no, punch this guy directly to the face but because she was not on the mood to do that thing and instead ends up with a small talk, she shooks and tells the guy something."Nothing is wrong, but if you really do understand my sentence, you will say Colonnello instead of that name.", she was on hold tension. He was a pain, it was certainly a coward dilemma. Nothing more can ever exaggerate her since the thoughts were right. She was seemingly mad now, not to mention, it was not obvious. She was forgiven regarding her certain hospitality but she feels insulted in the meantime.

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MUSE: *medium-ish*
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OTHER: *>_> yeah so mean <3*
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☔The Queen Song Kicker!♔❣

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Now he’d never been a stickler for rules, as he felt them to be a little too restrictive for his tastes. He’d never been much to follow them then, but not one to outright go against them either. He wasn’t particularly suited to standing out in the crowd, nor did he need the unwanted attention and fame. That meant that although he protested it, he wasn’t a rebel on the outside, and would rarely take the initiative to do anything dangerous. Then why was it that he cared so much about these hated rules right now? That wasn’t a very accurate statement. He still couldn’t care less about them. Really, he was just using them as an excuse to find some fault in the female that stood before him. If anything, he was glad that someone was brave enough to go against them, no matter how idiotic and simplistic it made them seem. Actually, he would very much appreciate anyone who could do anything he would never have the guts to do. It was incredibly brave of her, and incredibly stupid all at once. The world was truly full of simple-minded idiots, wasn’t it? Ah, but he would have to live with it. This was life, after all.

“Fine”, he said, his face still expressionless as he kept his anger controlled and on a leash. He found it easier to be calm now, but maybe it was because he’d found something that would annoy or anger her in return. A gloved hand rose, palm out. “Then if you understand, please return that horse to the stable. Don’t worry, you’ll have your little joyride later.

[/color]” He smirked. His comment was an insulting one, meant to come across as him treating her as a little girl with a pony fantasy. His voice was condescending, insulting laughter in his voice. This woman was like a little kid in a way, throwing a tantrum when her fun was taken away, blatantly ignoring the rules that were set in this school. Either she was really slow, or just a rebel. Because of this, Amadeo took great pleasure in ruining her fun, as much as she’d ruined his mood even further by breaking the rules and almost running into him on horse in the first place (albeit after hours, when she wasn’t even supposed to be on a horse in the first place). Here was the sadistic part of him, rearing its ugly head. He was going to have fun today before going off to his chores, after all.

Amadeo walked forward towards the stables, leading the way as though leading a lost child. He knew that she most likely knew where the stables were, but he wouldn’t risk her running away again and breaking the rules (that she supposedly knew of). At least this would waste some time, and it would make those bratty ladies wait. It served them right for getting him to do such ridiculous requests. Seriously, M&Ms? He grumbled inwardly, keeping his head up with a frown on his face as he made his way toward the stables. Quickly observing the scenery around him, he noted with some comfort that there was no one around. Just as well, seeing as how it was around time for the ladies’ to be studying and getting ready for dinner and ultimately, bed. It made his job a little easier here; at least he wouldn’t have to chase ladies off here as well. Just one troublemaker had already irritated him to no end; who knew what another would do to him? He shuddered to think of the possibilities.

“Alright, Ms. Seloumierre[/color]”, he spoke, a smirk on his face as he intentionally used the wrong name again. “Ah, I mean... Colo... what was it again?[/color]” The smirk grew more pronounced as he waited for the girl to be even more irritated. Ah, how he wished things like this happened more often. It would forever make his life interesting. It was nice to have a break from lady’s every now and again, after all. [/color]
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