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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 10, 2008 18:51:59 GMT -5
ooc; Open thread. I just wanted to try out my new character, anyone is welcome to join.
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She didn't remember exactly when it started, but sooner or later, everyone has a breaking point.
She realized some time ago that for the preservation of her sanity she had to find somewhere to hide away from the rest of the world, to shelter her from its neverending cacophony of needs. And the place that she found was good, merely blocks away from the opera house but several light-years away when it came to the peace and quiet it offered.
She swept along the paths, her skirts rustling the light layer of fog that hovered an inch above the ground like a blanket. The rustling of the leaves against the cool breeze and hushed conversations between creatures of the dead was about as noisy as it got; it was tranquility. This cemetery was an oasis where she could relax and allow her thoughts to roam wherever they would without fear of interruption. It refreshed her and did wonders for her focus for the rest of the week, and when something works she stuck to it.
So at precisely three o’clock every Sunday she retreated to her haven. No exceptions.
She wore black, out of respect for the dead. She didn't personally know any of the patrons that marked the tombstones, but the netted veil that covered the top half of her face was always in place.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 10, 2008 21:36:18 GMT -5
Gavin rode rather dispiritedly into the cemetery. The sun was setting, he was tired, his armor really chaffed (he ought to have polished it on Friday, he knew it!) , and, to top it all off, Rosie in Accounts Payable (Miss Passive-Agressive Overlord of Darkness, in Gavin's head) had caught him before he could hide in the bushes and told him, oh, hey, she'd forgotten to turn in all the paperwork due Friday and would he mind riding into the Castle to file them and then finish the entire pay roster for the week? It was helping everyone after all.
It just seemed unnecessarily cruel that she had put it in a Hello Kitty folder and then asked him to go at a time when it meant he would ride back home, in full armor, after the sun had set.
And... crap. Someone was in his path-to-avoid-helping-other-people-while-going-to-the-castle. Gavin hunched over his horse with a creak of metal and hoped no one had seen him.
... which was Not Chivalrous Behavior. Crap. Gavin sighed, the sound echoing strangely in his metal helmet, and lifted his visor. "Hello, miss. D'you need any help?"
'For the love of God, say no and don't notice the Hello Kitty thing. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaase.'
His horse stamped and started foward. "I wish you wouldn't do that! Bloody stupid- hey! Didn't mean it! Calm down, already!" Controlling a ticked off horse was not easy in about twenty pounds of metal.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 10, 2008 22:31:29 GMT -5
Deep in an analysis of Margaret Theopilus the Third, she was caught unawares and her head jerked up. She raised her gaze to the (knight, was it?) and blinked. The idea of someone attempting communication here in her sanctuary was so unthinkable that she could only stare blankly. She eyed his not-so-polished armor distastefully. And she did notice the Hello Kitty folder. She had a built in radar for things unfashionable.
She hadn't been aware she'd been giving 'damsel in distress' signals. Did she look like she was in need of assistance?
"No, thank you. I do not."
When the horse started, he came too close for comfort (he was still three feet away) and she jumped, one hand flying to her chest. Good manners choked the gasp in her throat, and her lips pursed evenly.
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Post by Jules on Feb 10, 2008 22:37:03 GMT -5
The niggling feeling at the back of her head was pissing her off. It couldn’t be. She’d just spent an unwilling day in Chimera trying to wrangle up some respectable help for her hospital. For the most part, Camilla had failed miserably. Most of the nightmares who showed up where practicing in the field of ‘health’ just so they could cut others open with a legitimate excuse.
Vile little creatures, most of them, but if she was being honest, she hadn’t had much more luck with her folks. Most of the dreams wanted to be nurses, not doctors, and tended to feel faint at the slightest mention of gore. Not exactly what one would hope for in a surgeon.
Camilla was tired. She was walking of the city to find a place to quietly glitter off when someone in the near vicinity just had to make a wish. Wiping tired eyes, and reluctantly following the insatiable pull that lead her towards the Graveyard, Camilla muttered angrily under her breath. It wasn’t that she’d lost her taste for helping in her oh-so-unique way. It was just that today hadn’t been as productive as she’d been hoping for. And so she was not in the mood for some bloke wishing his horse wasn’t antsy. She stalked purposefully now that two figures had come into sight. It was more then a little challenging to stalk on four inch heels, but Camilla managed it. Truth was, she was cheating just a little with her Fairy Magic.
Which, unfortunately, made her footprints glittered. But it kept her from falling over or from the heel sinking into the grass, so she considered it a fair trade. When she got to the Knight’s horse, she had her wand out and tapped its nose. She didn’t actually cast a spell, but in the beast’s surprised, it stopped fidgeting.
“Anything else?” She asked wearily, since technically he hadn’t used his one wish for the day.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 10, 2008 23:59:00 GMT -5
Momentum hurt a lot more, and tended to be much more of an inexorable force when you had armor on. Thus, the horse stopped moving, and Gavin did not. He fell off his horse in a clunking pile of metal.
"Crap," he told the grass, trying to hold onto the Hello Kitty folder and lever himself up. He pushed his visor up again and felt his face flush in embarassment. "Er, sorry, miss. Didn't mean to startle you. Just... Green Knight, Maiden's Knight and all that. Part of the job description, asking if someone need he... who are you?"
Gavin stared at the woman with the wand. "Please say you don't want me to do something."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 0:24:32 GMT -5
What in the world? At least they weren't Nightmares. But there was now enough sunshine and glitter invading her safe haven to effectively ruin it. She sniffed miserably to herself. She glanced down at the knight, not offering to help him up. "My name is Samantha Cross. And should I call you Green Knight, or do you have a name?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 0:30:19 GMT -5
Camilla smiled at the beautiful girl and then switched into a frown for the Knight.
"No. You've got one wish for today, use it." She hated being a Fairy Godmother to depressed people. It always took forever for them to stop needing her.
"Oh. I'm a Fairy Godmother. You get one wish per day until you decided you don't need them anymore. There's rules, but I'm tired. I'll just tell you if it's impossible." She knew this wasn't as glamrous as she could make it sound, but she was all glammed out for the night. She pressed her wand agaisnt the palm of her hand, and it shrunk until it dissapeared completely.
"I'm here to help you. Not the other way around."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 0:44:28 GMT -5
Gavin colored again, hating that:
a. he was British and got embarassed more often than anything else, b. he was blond and prone to blushes, and, c. he kept doing goddamn stupid things to make himself blush.
"Er, it's, um, it's Sir Gwalchgwyn the Greene Knighte, Maedenie’s Knighte, Defeandere of Wertue... look, just call me Gavin." At that point in time, Gavin managed to look up and realize that Samantha was incredibly attractive and blushed further. Great, Gavin, just great. Meet an actually alluring damsel and then lose control of your horse, fall off, and find out the emasculating fact that you have a fairy godmother.
With sparkly footsteps.
Why was this always happening to him?
"Are you sure you're not Miss Cross's fairy godmother?" Gavin asked, in a desperate attempt to salvage some of his masculinity.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 0:50:16 GMT -5
"Gavin, then," she said, a shade reluctant. It was terribly improper to call a man by his first name. But since she hadn't really understood much of his aforementioned title, it would have to do unless she wanted to call him Green Knight.
Her lips twitched with a poor attempt to hide her amusement. She was quite certain that the Dream woman, who had great poise about her, had not hinted in the least that she was Samantha's fairy godmother. Though, the idea was an intriguing one. Immediately a slew of wishes rushed through her mind; all the things she could have with but a simple phrase.
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 0:59:33 GMT -5
Oh, they had to be kidding. She freaking hated the cosmos right now.
"Just pick a wish, will you?" She growled tiredly. Her eyes flicked over to Samantha and she gave a long suffering sigh. "You too. Hurry up." She hadn't become Samantha's Fairy Godmother, but she could see the longing on the girl's pretty face and didn't really have the heart to grant a wish infront of her without giving her one too. There were very complex and ornate rules that governed actually becoming someone's fairy godmother. And at least there was a rule she couldn't garner more then one Godchild per day.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 1:11:26 GMT -5
"Y'can call me Sir Gavin if it makes y'feel better," Gavin said, catching onto Samantha's recluctance and now crimson with humiliation. Predating last names was such a pain. He'd change his name to 'Gavin Green' next time he got, and forsake the whole knight business. Someday. "Gwalchgwyn's just hard to say."
He rubbed at his burning face with a metal-gauntleted hand and nearly cut his cheek open. "Ow. Um... I don't need...."
Gavin quailed at the look on the fairy godmother's face. "Alright, I wish that...." Think of something impressive! Or alturistic! Or cool! "... that these papers were filed and everything and that payroll was done for the week."
Anything but that. Oh, great. He was a boring klutz now. Well, it had to get done, and... it was helping his fellow dreams and nightmares. People needed money to eat.
It was still pretty decidedly uncool, though.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 1:20:39 GMT -5
"Really?" Her eyes widened and she quickly blushed, ashamed at her outburst.
I want to be the star ballerina, she thought. She almost said it, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to get the position because she'd wished for it. She wanted it because she deserved it. And she did deserve it, damnit.
She'd all but forgotten about poor Gavin in her excitement, and now she smiled at his wish that his papers were filed. He was sort of cute, in a simpering puppy way. Or, perhaps she just pitied him. Yes, that was it. He was pitiful, not cute.
She cleared her throat daintily. "I would like Anna Pavlova's dream ballet shoes. Please."
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 1:26:40 GMT -5
She pulled the wand from thin air, and waved it around garishly. She looked slightly disgusted as she did this, but the files in his hand dissapeared and the set of ballet shoes appear in the girl's hands, which were suddenly outstretched to receive them.
The wand once again put away, she turned to Gavin. "One wish per day, don't bother me on Sundays unless it's an emergency. And it bloody well be your impending death, because if it isn't, I'll make your impending death." Despite the words, Camilla looked more bored then anything else.
She stuck out a hand for Gavin to shake. "And don't be too depressed, try and think on the brightside. You're getting wishes. Don't look so dour."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 1:33:05 GMT -5
"Er thank you," Gavin said, shaking her hand. "Very kind of you, er... what ought I to call you?"
There was a bright side, he reminded himself. Beyond the humiliation of being the only bloke he knew with a sparkly fairy godmother, there was a silver lining! Hopefully it wasn't lightening.
He was getting wishes! To help people! Which was what he was supposed to be doing and the reason he was dressed up in a tin can to begin with.
All the same, he had a sparkling fairy godmother and none of his coworkers in the office, none of the other tenants in his apartment block, and none of the lads down at the Faded were ever going to let him forget it. It was one thing to be a Knight Errant. It was another to be apparently so depressing at it to have earned a fairy godmother.
"Thanks very much for fixing it all and I'll... I'll stick to the rules." He managed a smile, his blush subsiding.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 1:38:14 GMT -5
Her fingers trembled with excitement as she traced the stitchings of the priceless ballet shoes. Oh-- ouch. Her corset pinched. Got a bit too excited. She regulated her breathing and pulled her shoulders back, nodding primly at Camilla. "Thank you for the wish," she said.
She turned towards Gavin and held out her hand. "And a pleasure to meet you, Sir Gavin." Even though you ruined my tranquility, she thought darkly. Then again, she did get a positively lovely set of shoes out of the ordeal.
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