@Obscene Symphony I'm glad you liked it! I was kind of worried because it doesn't really contribute much =/ Looking forward to actually interacting with other characters, here's hoping I don't screw it up! =)
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Alice & Oliver
Alice awoke with a jolt, heart racing, eyes scanning the room wildly; a stone floor, a few vases of flowers, luxuriously traditional décor… where was she? She glanced at Oliver, still asleep next to her, face relaxed and head leaning against the wall behind the sofa she woken up on. It wasn’t often that she saw him so deeply asleep, they’d both become acclimatised to a few hours of rest at the most… her stomach knotted, had they been drugged? Was Oliver’s father waiting in the wings, ready to whisk them away? Was this the end?
And then suddenly, it all came back; Oliver’s contact, the late night departure from the unusually high end hotel, the promise of safety, freedom, a home. Slowly, her breathing began to deepen and slow, and she leaned back into the couch. Safe… she hadn’t been able to very safe for a while, but if Oliver was willing to trust this place, she supposed she could give it a go too.
She scanned the surroundings again, but more slowly this time. It was decorated in the same vaguely expensive way as the private boarding schools she’d attended as a child, conjuring to mind images of successful alumni with Oxbridge degrees and whitened teeth (although she knew just surviving such a life would be feat for most of this particular school’s alumni), and it made her vaguely nostalgic. She’d thought she’d never go back to the life she’d left behind, but here it was, and she wasn’t sure if she was grateful or just uncomfortable.
She turned to Oliver, finding him snoring lightly, mouth slightly open, and a trail of drool creeping down his left cheek. She snorted, this was probably the most unattractive looking she’d ever seen him. She decided to leave him alone, her attention instead trailing to the huge windows lining the walls. They were tall, and sunlight filtered steadily into the foyer, cutting across the floor. They made her nervous, but also curious. Generally, even sunlight that she wasn’t in direct contact with made her uncomfortable, and during the day, she usually spent her time curled up under three heavy duvets with an extra blanket thrown over the closed curtains, desperately trying to avoid all contact with the harmful rays. But here she was, in a well-lit room in the middle of the day, and not even a headache to show for it.
Filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, she stood, and inched her way over to stand nearly directly in front of the window. Squinting slightly, she peered outside. It was bright, unbelievably so, and she nearly pulled back out of sheer surprise. The most shocking thing though, was that it still didn’t hurt, not even a little bit. Her head spun with the implications; she could go outside, she could wander through the forest in the middle of the day, go on hikes, all of the things she used to do. The possibilities where endless, not only was she safe, she had the freedom of the daylight to be safe in.
Outside in the daylight… the temptation was overwhelming, and she really didn’t want to wake Oliver up. Slightly nervous, she made her way towards the door. With a hesitant push, it swung open, and she stepped onto the path outside. The first thing that hit her was the sheer amount of people, they were everywhere, and they were all loud and busy. Her pulse quickened, and she shrank back towards the wall of the building she’d just emerged from.
She couldn’t do this, couldn’t be here with all these people, any of whom could have been sent by Oliver’s father. They could waiting in ambush, waiting to take her back…Her lungs were begging for air, throat tightening, hands sweating. She could feel the echo of the steel handcuffs, digging into her wrists, drawing blood and pulling her deep into the cellar. She was going to be caught, Oliver was going to be caught, and it was all going to be for nothing.
She screwed her eyes shut, and sunk to the floor. This was ridiculous. She had to calm down; she couldn’t be at a school this busy if she kept jumping at shadows. Slowly, she took deep breaths, and managed to force her erratic pulse to slow. She was safe here, Oliver had promised. She could do this. She took a step out into the courtyard, and then stopped. She really did not know what she was doing, and she got a feeling that just randomly following someone wasn’t going to work.
She balled up her fists. She could do this; this was a chance to start anew, somewhere safe and away from her sire. She just had to find someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. Everything was most likely going to be fine, possibly.
I have a post written, I hope it's okay =/
I don't think I could even imagine writing anything just one line long, so that won't be a problem =) I'm looking forward to getting started!
This seems really cool, as long as you don't mind a complete rp noob (me) tagging along? =)
@Aspen Wren I didn't actually think of that, whoops =P I guess there's probably gonna be a lot of stuff they don't know, especially Alice, which should be fun to write =) And I'm glad it's okay =)
@Aspen Wren Okay, I guess Alice and Oliver can just be arriving at night because of sneaky fugitive reasons =) Was my post okay by the way?
*I made a couple of slight adjustments towards the end =)
*I made a couple of slight adjustments towards the end =)
Alice & Oliver
This was it; after three hellish months on the road, a dozen nights spent in cheap B&Bs, and twice that number spent sleeping rough, they’d finally made it. Oliver could’ve kicked himself at how easy it all turned out to be, all he’d had to do was tell a version of their story to an embittered old contact of his father’s, and their safety had been all but guaranteed for a year. A year… there was so much they could do in a year. Without the ever-present worries of accommodation, food, and the possibility of being found, he’d have time to work on a more permanent solution, hopefully something that could give Alice at least a taste of the privileged life he’d taken from her.
He frowned, and glanced down to where she was walking beside him. It was night time, and her skin was waxy beneath the pale light of the moon, red hair hanging in tresses around her face. He’d given her one of his old coats when they first ran; an expensive black duffle that was too small for him but too big for her, and she wore it now, having forgotten to purchase something more appropriate when they bought the rest of her clothes. His stomach twisted at what the coat represented. She didn’t deserve this, nobody did, and one day, when he was older, stronger, he’d see to it that his father paid an appropriate price.
Oliver’s train of thought was interrupted by Alice’s low, silvery voice, “I don’t feel safe here, Oli,” she said quietly, tone tinged with fear as usual, “this seems like exactly the sort of place your father would look for us…”
“Don’t worry,” he replied, the words forming on his tongue almost automatically, causing him to wonder when reassuring her had become a habit, “we can trust Mr. Seymour, he’s the only teacher here that knows about us, and he hates my father almost as much as you do.”
There was quiet for a second, no sound but their footsteps as they made their way towards the well-lit foyer. A conflicted expression crossed over Alice’s face, and she burrowed deeper into the coat before speaking, “I don’t… hate your father, Oliver, I just…” she trailed of, thoughtful, “I just… would rather never be in the same room as him again, if at all possible.” She said with an air of finality.
“You should. He-“
“I know exactly what he did, Oliver. I was the one he did it to.” Alice said, interrupting, “hate doesn’t do anyone any good, especially when we have to focus on staying hidden. I don’t care about… revenge, or whatever it is you probably want to do to him, I care about getting as far away from him as possible.”
Oliver felt uneasy, listening to her rant as they crossed the fresh hold into foyer. He’d promised to keep her safe, and she was right, that had to be his primary concern, “I’m sorry, you’re right. Keeping you safe has to be the number one priority,” he said quietly, quickly surveying the tastefully decorated room just in case.
He could almost sense Alice’s disapproval at that comment, “This conversation doesn’t seem to be going anywhere productive. I suggest we drop the matter for the time being, besides,” she warily eyed the room's sole occupant, a beady eyed receptionist, “we don’t know who’s listening in.” she uttered quietly.
Oliver gave a brief nod, and then led her to a nearby sofa, where they could sit and wait for the daylight, when the rest of the students, the ones who weren't running from angry powerful vampires, would be arriving. Alice sighed sleepily, and Oliver could tell she was tired as she leaned her head against his shoulder. At least they were safe for now, for a year. And that was all he really needed to make sure she’d never have to fear his father again.
Name:Oliver Raynott
Age:19
Year:5
Gender:Male
Species: Born Vampire (Not yet turned properly, he comes from a long line of ‘Late Bloomers’ =P)
Physical Description: Real pictures please, if they have multiple forms please do both
In Depth Physical Description: Oliver is what many would refer to as a ‘dream boat’; tall without being imposing, muscular without being completely massive, fashionable without being flamboyant, all topped off with blonde locks, an easy smile, and a hint of something deeper lurking behind ocean blue eyes. Based of looks alone, he could probably have any girl he wanted, which is why many of his female admirers find his preoccupation with that weird third year, Alice, completely infuriating. Not that he’d be interested in them anyway, he tends to find his tastes lie elsewhere.
Personality: From a young age, Oliver never found it difficult to fit in with the socially elite circles his father mixed with. When he was a child, they found his cherubic face and innocent curls adorable, as a young adult they found his good manners and polite wit endlessly charming. He grew up to expect money, status, power, and a feeding ground made up of the richest blood in the city.
Everything was going fine, until his father decided it was time for Oliver to take a bride. Terrified of being trapped in a marriage to somebody he’d never love as more than a friend, Oliver did everything he could to try to escape the union, but he failed to anticipate his father’s cunning. Within a matter of weeks the wedding was arranged, and Oliver was preparing to run away. Unfortunately, his father cottoned on to Oliver’s plans to flee, and kidnapped and turned the daughter of a business partner, threatening to kill her if Oliver didn’t comply. This was the last straw, and a week later, both Oliver and the girl where halfway across the country, fleeing for their lives.
Oliver still maintains the charming façade he’s had since childhood, but inside he is a mess of a person. Terrified at the prospect of his father finding them, and ridden with guilt over what happened to Alice, he feels duty bound to protect her at any cost. He struggles to have meaningful relationships due to his obsession with keeping Alice safe, he also feels guilty about any potential romantic attachements because of the pain his refusal to enter into an arranged marriage caused her.
Hobbies: He misses the thrill of the high society social game, but he still enjoys interacting with others, even if it is just on a shallow level.
He keeps up with about thirty different news sites, and is obsessed with trying to keep tabs on his father’s whereabouts and activities as best he can.
He is interested in history and other cultures, and can often be found combing the library for information on castles or the Japanese feudal era.
Extra: Has a very close relationship with Alice, but they’re not romantically involved as he doesn’t really swing that way.
Age:19
Year:5
Gender:Male
Species: Born Vampire (Not yet turned properly, he comes from a long line of ‘Late Bloomers’ =P)
Physical Description: Real pictures please, if they have multiple forms please do both
In Depth Physical Description: Oliver is what many would refer to as a ‘dream boat’; tall without being imposing, muscular without being completely massive, fashionable without being flamboyant, all topped off with blonde locks, an easy smile, and a hint of something deeper lurking behind ocean blue eyes. Based of looks alone, he could probably have any girl he wanted, which is why many of his female admirers find his preoccupation with that weird third year, Alice, completely infuriating. Not that he’d be interested in them anyway, he tends to find his tastes lie elsewhere.
Personality: From a young age, Oliver never found it difficult to fit in with the socially elite circles his father mixed with. When he was a child, they found his cherubic face and innocent curls adorable, as a young adult they found his good manners and polite wit endlessly charming. He grew up to expect money, status, power, and a feeding ground made up of the richest blood in the city.
Everything was going fine, until his father decided it was time for Oliver to take a bride. Terrified of being trapped in a marriage to somebody he’d never love as more than a friend, Oliver did everything he could to try to escape the union, but he failed to anticipate his father’s cunning. Within a matter of weeks the wedding was arranged, and Oliver was preparing to run away. Unfortunately, his father cottoned on to Oliver’s plans to flee, and kidnapped and turned the daughter of a business partner, threatening to kill her if Oliver didn’t comply. This was the last straw, and a week later, both Oliver and the girl where halfway across the country, fleeing for their lives.
Oliver still maintains the charming façade he’s had since childhood, but inside he is a mess of a person. Terrified at the prospect of his father finding them, and ridden with guilt over what happened to Alice, he feels duty bound to protect her at any cost. He struggles to have meaningful relationships due to his obsession with keeping Alice safe, he also feels guilty about any potential romantic attachements because of the pain his refusal to enter into an arranged marriage caused her.
Hobbies: He misses the thrill of the high society social game, but he still enjoys interacting with others, even if it is just on a shallow level.
He keeps up with about thirty different news sites, and is obsessed with trying to keep tabs on his father’s whereabouts and activities as best he can.
He is interested in history and other cultures, and can often be found combing the library for information on castles or the Japanese feudal era.
Extra: Has a very close relationship with Alice, but they’re not romantically involved as he doesn’t really swing that way.
Name: Alice Jones
Age: 17
Year: 3rd
Gender: Female
Species: Created Vampire
Physical Description:
In Depth Physical Description: More in depth detailed description (written) Just reaching average height, and still not quite comfortable in her own skin, Alice fully resembles somebody just about ready to cast off the residual lanky awkwardness of adolescence. Unfortunately for her, being turned into a vampire on the eve of her seventeenth birthday means she is doomed to roam the Earth looking like an acne spotted bag of hormones for the rest of her life, but at the moment that’s probably the least of her concerns.
On a more general note, most days she opts for simple outfits, and she isn’t really into makeup or fashion. She can generally be found wearing a baggy T-shirt, along with either skinny jeans or simple black leggings, her coarse red hair loose and un-brushed around her shoulders.
Personality: Before she was turned, Alice was a curious and adventurous spirit, but also very naïve and sheltered due to her wealthy upbringing. Of course, these traits were to be her downfall, as it was whilst exploring her parent’s large estate (alone, at night, without telling anyone where she was going…) that she was kidnapped by her would be sire, a friend and business partner of her father’s, and turned. Luckily she escaped with the help of her sire’s son, and she soon found herself on the run, very much a different person.
These days she is cautious, guarded, unwilling and unable to trust anyone except her rescuer. She is dogged by an unshakeable paranoia, and often seems like she is getting ready to make a break for it. She doesn’t talk about her past life or her experiences with being turned, ever. And unless you’re a close friend, bringing it up is a pretty good way to make her hate you.
Hobbies: Whilst not quite the budding outdoorswoman she used to be, she has still retained an affinity for nature and the adventure it can bring. Unfortunately her ability to enjoy the outdoors is much hampered by the fact that she is a vampire, and vampires + sunlight = not good.
Strangely enough, she has developed a morbid fascination with literary vampires, and will quite happily sit in a quiet room for three or four hours sniggering at the Twilight saga.
She also likes to journal occasionally, and finds that she gets a pleasure from it similar to that she used get from listening to music. She doesn’t listen to music anymore because it would impede her ability to hear somebody trying to sneak up on her.
Extra: She has a very intense relationship with the son of her sire, Oliver Raynott, but their relationship is purely platonic.
Age: 17
Year: 3rd
Gender: Female
Species: Created Vampire
Physical Description:
In Depth Physical Description: More in depth detailed description (written) Just reaching average height, and still not quite comfortable in her own skin, Alice fully resembles somebody just about ready to cast off the residual lanky awkwardness of adolescence. Unfortunately for her, being turned into a vampire on the eve of her seventeenth birthday means she is doomed to roam the Earth looking like an acne spotted bag of hormones for the rest of her life, but at the moment that’s probably the least of her concerns.
On a more general note, most days she opts for simple outfits, and she isn’t really into makeup or fashion. She can generally be found wearing a baggy T-shirt, along with either skinny jeans or simple black leggings, her coarse red hair loose and un-brushed around her shoulders.
Personality: Before she was turned, Alice was a curious and adventurous spirit, but also very naïve and sheltered due to her wealthy upbringing. Of course, these traits were to be her downfall, as it was whilst exploring her parent’s large estate (alone, at night, without telling anyone where she was going…) that she was kidnapped by her would be sire, a friend and business partner of her father’s, and turned. Luckily she escaped with the help of her sire’s son, and she soon found herself on the run, very much a different person.
These days she is cautious, guarded, unwilling and unable to trust anyone except her rescuer. She is dogged by an unshakeable paranoia, and often seems like she is getting ready to make a break for it. She doesn’t talk about her past life or her experiences with being turned, ever. And unless you’re a close friend, bringing it up is a pretty good way to make her hate you.
Hobbies: Whilst not quite the budding outdoorswoman she used to be, she has still retained an affinity for nature and the adventure it can bring. Unfortunately her ability to enjoy the outdoors is much hampered by the fact that she is a vampire, and vampires + sunlight = not good.
Strangely enough, she has developed a morbid fascination with literary vampires, and will quite happily sit in a quiet room for three or four hours sniggering at the Twilight saga.
She also likes to journal occasionally, and finds that she gets a pleasure from it similar to that she used get from listening to music. She doesn’t listen to music anymore because it would impede her ability to hear somebody trying to sneak up on her.
Extra: She has a very intense relationship with the son of her sire, Oliver Raynott, but their relationship is purely platonic.
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