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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 3, 2010 1:23:16 GMT -5
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The boss of a great mafia group. Sure she had nothing against him at first, actually the idea of being the princess of a mafia family. Though she only felt like that until a certain incident. The details are still blurry, but all she can remember is the sound of he mother scream as she was killed. Though he didn't do it with his own hands, and would never be trailed in court, she saw him as the murderer. If he hadn't been involved with such a violent life, her mother would have never been a target.
Well there she lay, curled up lying on her side under her bed covers. Despite it being the middle of the afternoon she was sleeping peacefully on her bed, still in her pajamas. A tight white tank top, which was cut short just above her belly button, and a pair of purple shorts, which were a bit revealing as well. Still, this isn't the usual deal with Isabella. The reason she is sleeping the day away is because yesterday she worked out like on couldn't believe. She was even aware of the new arrival the next day, wait, maybe that could be the reason she tired herself out. She would sleep through it and wouldn't hear anyone knocking at the door. Despite it being a pretty good plan, she forgot to do one thing. Lock the door.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 3, 2010 5:15:57 GMT -5
Let me hear your voice just a little...
Show me the world you're seeing. [/size][/font]  -----------------------------------[/center] A new day and a new master…or in his case mistress. It as a start of a very new beginning again, reliving the life of a butler in this prestigious all-girl’s academy. He never understood the whole lady-butler set-up they had going on here, but it sure made him a little tense. After all he was going to be spending the new year or so living in the same room with a girl. Oh wait; correction: lady. To think he would at the very mercy of a female, being forced to do who knows what. And considering the record he has, he sure hoped the young woman as a tidy person. He sure would hate trying to clean her messes for a few personal reasons. One thing was for sure though, he needed to give this person a good impression if he wanted to survive the next few months.
There he was now, standing directly in front of the room prepared especially for him and that other person. Yet as he kept still at the doorway, young Leon was starting get the usual ‘butterfly feeling’ in his stomach, a sense of anxiety coming over him. Once he entered that place, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Not like he knew anything about the person he was being roomed with, besides the name since it was necessary he would know the identity of the person. ‘Isabella’ right? He was pretty forgetful in the first place, but he made sure to recite the person’s name a few times to keep it stuck in his short-term memory. Can’t blame him though since he was amnesic since sixteen years ago, his ability to remember probably being one thing affected by those conditions he was in.
A breath of air escaped the opening between his two lips as he straightened his uniform, hoping to calm himself a little as he motioned his knuckles upon the hardwood entrance, three knocks created to see if anyone was inside. No response. He did so again. Still nothing. It was as if his lady had not arrived yet, and this made him feel a little relieved. For a while he though he could perhaps rest inside and wait for her, maybe tidy up the place if need by. After all the tension he built up within, maybe some rest would be a good thing. Not that it would hurt anyway. He reached for the knob as he reached into his pants for his keys; however, something was off. The door wasn’t locked, swinging right open when he found himself twisting it. Why it was left that way puzzled him, but something was definitely off now.
”Uhm…Hello?” he spoke out as he entered the room, the male being stunned a bit seeing the set-up of the room. He felt a little blinded, perhaps the pink color not being very easy on his eyes. What’s more, it was as if he entered into another dimension, one that made him feel uneasy seeing all the stuffed dolls within. Shutting the door as he made his way in, he wasn’t sure what to make of his lady now after seeing the room. He gave himself a small tour of the area, perhaps too far in to find himself in his lady’s sleeping quarters. It wasn’t long until he eyes befell the sleeping girl though, his face flushing up brightly seeing the not so decently dressed girl as she dozed on that bed of hers. He gulped a little as he approached her, face looming over hers as he tried to get a good look at her. She was definitely the person in the picture he saw.
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Can you feel me?
I'm right here with you
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 3, 2010 18:25:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU WALK AND TALK LIKE YOUR SOME NEW SENSATIONyou move in circles you don't need an invitation- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I sabella had been dreaming about nothing. As it usually was. She had no idea why really, she just never remembered anything once she woke up. She preferred it that way. Dreaming about something that will never happen, or having nightmares, she was glad she could do without. Stuff like that, she didn't have time for. In fact she hasn't remembered a dream since her mother died. Of course she keeps this to herself. It was no ones business anyways, those who asked her were simply stupid in her eyes. The thing about her slumber though, is it was like she was still awake in a way. While sleeping she could feel the pain of an open cut on her knee. She knew it was there, though then again not really. In the end it was just another insignificant thing she tried to ignore. On the subject the reason for her cut is because of her own fault. While out jogging she had tripped over something and fell. Unlike her really, something must have been on her mind.
Three knocks sounded against her door. She knew it as well, though while asleep there was nothing she could do. Again the sound came. A quiet and annoyed groan escaped her lip as she flipped over causing her blanket to fall off the bed. Still she lay with her eyes closed and her head on her pillow. After a moment it became quiet and she started to drift back into her deep sleep. Though it wouldn't last for long. She didn't hear the door open or someone enter. She was too entranced by the way her bed cushioned her body. ”Uhm…Hello?” a male voice said. It had woken her up but she still lay with her eyes shut tight. Go away, go away, go away. she thought as she heard him move around.
Soon enough she felt a presence that was a bit too close to her. She took a deep breath and her eyes shot open revealing bright blue irises. Isabella didn't appreciate how he gave her very little space and wasn't afraid to say it. "Can I help you?" she snapped at him before yawning. She studied his face and his similar blue eyes. Not to mention his blue hair. It look extremely soft though she held back from reaching out to touch it. She just looked at him with an annoyed look.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 3, 2010 21:56:41 GMT -5
Let me hear your voice just a little...
Show me the world you're seeing. [/size][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] Body still looming over her as Leonzio stood at the side, he tried to take mental note of her appearance, just wanting to make sure he’s got the right person. Lengthy aqua blue hair which seemed to flow down like a river; a smallish yet well formed frame with skin that appeared like porcelain, yet possibly smoother and softer than such. Unless she had a twin or the person was a very good impersonator, she was truly the one he was supposed to serve, though she seemed much better to look at compared to that picture. And with that sleeping face on her, he could only feel a little drawn to her. A pity that she was much younger than him, even moreso that he was her butler. That’s right! He was the butler. He had no time to admire the appearance of his lady; though until she awakens, he won’t be able to start doing anything. He had the urge to awaken her like a good servant probably should, but he had no idea on her character in the first place.
And yet…the proximity between them already did that favor for him.
There he saw them, a pair of clear azure hue very much like his own staring back up at him, a little too closely at that. It was his own fault for looking on as he did, the male jumping back when she suddenly snapped at him with her words. ”Ah! S-Sorr-eh!?” he exclaimed before he tripped over himself, landing pretty badly on his behind. He winced, feeling a shock run up his spine after the fall, not exactly having the most pleasing feeling ever. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but for him to stumble in front of his lady on the first day? Not something he would have wanted her to witness. Perhaps it was a sign of more embarrassment to come?
He helped himself up while holding onto his lower back, feeling as if he was very much older now. His arms raised a little to help him straighten that posture of his, hoping that it would also somehow alleviate the pain on his body. A certain fear loomed over him now though, the male already messing up so early in his new assignment. It was no wonder he was still considered a Level C, his careless nature being the only thing that continues to bring down his standards. Adjusting formal coat he wore on his top, his bowed his head apologetically as he addressed his mistress, ”My apologies, my lady. I did not mean to awaken you during your slumber.” -----------------------------------
Can you feel me?
I'm right here with you
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 4, 2010 19:25:22 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU WALK AND TALK LIKE YOUR SOME NEW SENSATIONyou move in circles you don't need an invitation- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - S he looked at him with a dumbstruck look as he apologized and soon fell on his behind. She had to admit it was a bit cute the way he reacted, though she would never say it out loud. Speaking of cute things her room was filled with them. Not only that but he had seen them, all of it! She felt her cheeks flush a bit as she bit her lower lip. What the hell! Just barging into my room... Isabella sat up and stretched her arms out. For now she would just have to act like she didn;t have a room filled with the cutest things ever. Not to mention a kitchen full of sweets. She shot the guy a cold stare, was this really her butler?
Then he got up stretched and bowed. As he apologized once more she rolled her eyes. She sighed, stood and crossed her arms over her chest. As she stood it was easy to see how long her hair actually was. It was tied up into two twin tails, as it usually was, the ends were somewhere around her but, if she let it down it was even longer than that. Her mother had loved long hair so Bella decided to keep it long. Sighing once more she let the anger slide from her face and her mind. There was no point in being angry, the point is that her butler has arrived, and now she just has to figure out how to deal with him.
After a few silent moments after his sincere apology she decided to speak. She had tried to think her words over very well. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything stupid. "No need for anything formal. I hate it when people are like that." She paused for a second. I guess i should introduce myself. She examined his face for a second before continuing to speak. "I'm Isabella Quorra. And you are?" There. That was simple and easy enough right> She sure hoped so.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 4, 2010 21:25:49 GMT -5
Let me hear your voice just a little...
Show me the world you're seeing. [/size][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] For one reason or another, his lady launched a set of dagger-like glares into him, a certain painful feeling shooting into his body telling him that he really might have done something wrong? Was it because he suddenly showed a small display of his klutziness as soon as she awoken, or was it perhaps related to the fact that he ended up waking her from her nap? He’d serious get pissed if someone would suddenly disturb his sleep, especially for no reason whatsoever. Either way, he felt he had already failed his new lady with the look she gave him. From here on out, he was going to need to really watch his actions; lest, he wants a strike two.
Legs moving to back away a little as she stood herself up off the bed, Leonzio kept his eyes on her a little, his body straightened in proper position as if he was lined up during a military inspection. Maybe he was being a little too rigid on himself, but after his rather pathetic display, he needed to try showing that he was more competent than he looks. Failing would only taint the name of Stella Fiore after all, and he did not want their standards to be lowered due to his failures. She sighed though, one which he was not sure if it was of discontent or not. Admittedly, he was worried, unsure what would happen from this point onwards. What he did know was that he would need to act more appropriately from now on.
She started speaking again, only this time shooting down his formal manner of acting. Did she seem to hate everything about him already? He tried to loosen up a little though, though keeping himself a little composed even though inside him was rather torrent-like. His attention was caught by her again as he heard her words, only this time it was something, a little different. They were finally onto the introductions, yet he was beating himself up a little too much to realize he should have done that first instead of being prompted by her. Isabella? That was her name, right? For a moment he thought he forgot, but it did sound like such. ”Ah! Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Isabella,” he said with a slight formal way of speaking again, ”I am Leonzio Melchiorre, your assigned butler.” He bowed again, only out of mere courtesy and not the kind he did earlier. -----------------------------------
Can you feel me?
I'm right here with you
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 5, 2010 17:45:16 GMT -5
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She was a bit thankful though. At least the butler assigned to her didn't turn out to be a complete negative. He was cute, well more than cute, more like gorgeous. She found it intriguing that his hair was blue as well, though a deeper shade than her own. She could tell he was older than her, but by how many years she wasn't sure. He looked strong too, well at least a bit fit. Maybe he'd be able to help her practice the long list of martial arts and sports she is involved in. She smirked a bit, when it came to stuff like that, it would be easy for her to torture him. What she knew about him for sure was his current level. C. That was the only thing the school board told her.
As he spoke formally again she gave him a look as if to say 'did you even listen to me?'. Once he bowed she reached out and flicked him on the head, it wasn't to bad but it would probably hurt just a little. "Hm...we'll start with rules. She said then took a deep breath. "First and foremost do not let anyone inside my room and do not speak of it to anyone but me. Her room which seemed to show another side of her, she didn't want anyone too see. It is bad enough she has to let a guy live in the same quarters. "I won't ask much of you, just stay out of my way. If you do somethign stupid I promise I'll bite you to death." She let her arms fall to her sides and became more relaxed. "What made you want to be a butler anyways?" she said more to herself, though loud enough so he could hear.
Isabella jumped a bit at the sound of her cell phone ringing. Making her way around Leonzio and to her desk to pick it up. Looking at the screen she saw her father's number. Her face turned serious and she tossed the phone to her bed, letting it continue to ring. There's no way in hell I'm talking to you, bastard.
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listening to; merry christmas Mr.Lawrence by Utada
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 5, 2010 21:56:53 GMT -5
Let me hear your voice just a little...
Show me the world you're seeing. [/size][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] As they say, some people just don’t learn, especially in Leonzio’s case. Perhaps it was a sign of his forgetfulness that made him speak a little formally when his lady just said she hated that, and cause of that, she gave him a tiny blow to the forehead. He upper frame jerked back a little as he went back into a vertical base, one hand rubbing his forehead as he looked at her, his stare giving her a ‘the hell did I do’ look before he tried to think on the reason. Sadly, his memory fails him more times that his clumsiness, especially if he doesn’t bother sticking something into his long-term memory. How he actually passed the academic part of his training was a miracle in itself; that or because of the many all-nighters he pulled just to understand some of his lessons. The real test now was whether or not he can live up to the standards of his level, if not exceed it.
Going back to the more important matter at hand, Leon strayed from his own thoughts for a moment when he heard her speak up suddenly. ‘Rules’ she said, something that he really needed to make himself remember, lest he wants to get screwed from messing up again. The first rule she gave him and he quotes, “do not let anyone inside my room and do not speak of it to anyone but me.” It was a simple rule, one of which he could probably be able to do without any problems. It was their room anyway, and he’d also hate anyone from barging in there without seeking prior permission to do so. Still, it made him wonder why she had to stress that particular point in the first place. Glancing off at the side though, he might have a small idea why she did want people coming inside the place
Is she that embarrassed to show this…uhm…‘other world’ to other people?
And the other rule: not to get in her way? He wondered just what she really meant with that. Did she already deem him as the careless, useless butler that he was? He felt a little depressed just thinking that was the case, but he knew he still had to try performing some of his duties. A butler’s duty was service, even if it meant getting into his master’s personal space every now and then. As long as she was not in any immediate danger, then maybe it would be alright to try keeping some distance and assist her when she needs it.
He sighed to himself as he repeated those words she said to himself a few times, just to make sure that they wouldn’t slip out of his mind just yet. She called his attention again though when she threw a rather personal question to him, yet as he opened his mouth to answer, his words got cut by the sound of ringing. His blue eyes turned to the direction of the sound, seeing his lady pick up the cell that was laid on the table, yet promptly toss it over to the bed rather than answering. It was a strange action just to leave her phone ringing like that, not understanding at all why she did that. “You’re…not going to answer that? he asked rather curiously, having a hard time ignoring the sound. -----------------------------------
Can you feel me?
I'm right here with you
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Post by ISABELLA VERDI QUORRA on Jan 6, 2010 16:48:35 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU, YOU'RE LIKE DRIVING ON A SUNDAYyou, you're like taking off on monday- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - H er whole life, she had another side. No, not like a bi-polar person or anything, it wasn't all about personality. Well, in a few ways it may be, but it was also like a secret. For some reason she never wanted anyone to see it. All girly with stuffed animals, eating sweets all day long. Maybe it was because she sees it as the 'weak' side of herself. The only other person who knew about this was her mother, well of course until now. Her mother had had an interest in the same thing, though she could care less who knew. That was one of the reasons Isabella looked up to her mother so much. She didn't care what other people thought. Perhaps that may have been part of the reason she was killed. 'You'll get over it one day, and share all your favorite things with everyone you know.' Her mother had told her a billion times, though like that was really going to happen.
Isabella meant many things by stay out of her way. Stay out of her way in general, she'd kick him in the ass if he was in her walk way. Stay out of her way when it came to school, she has to keep up her reputation. Stay out of her way at home, she can take care of herself. And most importantly, stay out of her personal life, it'd be the best for both of them. Basically that meant he wasn't needed at all, but for now she;d have to deal with him. Later on she;d come up with some kind of outrages plan to get rid of the butler so she could live by herself again. She ran her eyes over him once more and hoped in her head that he felt close to the same way. Please oh please don't be the kind that has to hover over me all the time.
Sitting down on her desk chair she ignored the continuous ringing. “You’re…not going to answer that?" She sighed as she looked back to Leonzio with a 'are you kidding me' look on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. "You're joking right? Hell no. I hate talking to that disgusting man." Now her expression turned disgusted and angry. Just the fact that he had called her made her want to get a new phone number. "Why don't you answer it?" she said. it was meant to be a joke but her voice ended up coming out serious.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 6, 2010 21:36:08 GMT -5
Let me hear your voice just a little...
Show me the world you're seeing. [/size][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] For a moment, he thought a little more about those rules again, still trying to understand them. Honestly, he felt rather unwanted considering how she was treating him, a feeling he was rather familiar enough with. It wasn’t like he chose to be her butler. It was all the management’s doing, with him having no real choice on who he’s assigned to. If it would be easier for him to pick one for himself then he would, but that’s not how things were. Hell, it would probably be chaotic if the butlers would be made to choose anyway. In the end though, maybe it was destiny’s ploy to put him together with this young lady. Not that it mattered. Until now, he still seems to have no control over the circumstances in his life.
Own personal thoughts aside, there was one more thing bothering him. This was perhaps the first time he has ever really seen someone ignore the ringing of ones phone, especially when he thought that receiving calls was a nice thing. Certainly he had his own to use, though he barely has anything in it, besides the number of that orphanage he came from. It puzzled him really, not sure who she was trying to avoid talking to. Just looking at her face, he could very well see that she was rather annoyed, and that in itself made him feel a little concerned for her welfare. Holding something like anger or frustration inside one’s self too long was never good, yet with their relationship just beginning, Leonzio admittedly had no idea on how he could help her. For now, maybe he should find out first just who it was that she did not want to talk to.
The ringing continued, with him not really enjoying the sound much. Thankfully, he wasn’t trying to sleep or anything since such sounds would easily get him up like an alarm clock. Yet when he asked if she would answer the phone at all, she retorted back at him, apparently commanding him to pick it up. Ah…and now the real dilemma: whether she was actually serious about him doing it or not. Still, that commanding voice of hers sure is hard to disobey, the tone serious enough for him to just do it. He did want to know who it was making her mad anyway. ”As you wish,” he said in a serious tone, his feet taking him close to the bed as he reached for the cellphone. He just hoped she wouldn’t reprimand him for later on for actually performing the act. -----------------------------------
Can you feel me?
I'm right here with you
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