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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 3:11 am
Dear diary, you are one of many that I have collected and filled up since the year of my birth. I have lost a couple of you, not that anyone would understand what was truly said within the lost pages of your brethren. I begin a new life soon, I have only to end this one so that I may move on again. I tell you this dream is driving me insane, it haunts me every damn existence, every night before I die there it is again! I don't understand it anymore than I did when it first started, but perhaps this time I may be able to divine the reasons for this torment.
The young woman stood up from the ancient looking hardwood desk and stared out over the town through her window. She had a decision to make then and there, she could either die and go somewhere else, or she could go back and enjoy a different era. A mischievous and perhaps a bit disturbing smile cracked the concentrated look she wore. It was so much fun to see the looks on peoples faces when dead bodies magically got up and disappeared. Then there was also the choice of method, she could do it anyway, and she would always come back. Something dramatic this time, something bold enough that many would hear of it, even post it on the news! Perhaps her humor was a bit twisted sometimes, but then again it just seemed to vary on the person she was pretending to be. She sighed deeply and stepped away from the window, a gentle kindness had over taken her without her seeing it coming.
The times seemed so desperate and brutal where she was, and she could not bring herself to cause them anymore misery. This time she would just go away, go back to a simpler time where things weren't so wretched! Then she could have more fun without fearing accidental wounding of the bleeding hearts and all ready desperate masses. She closed the diary and stuck it in a leather satchel resting against her hip, the strap over her shoulder. It was settled, she would go back, store the diary with the others, and begin anew in a time all ready passed to the people who lived in her current life.
Her name was Amara, she could kill her body and resurrect it, she could exist at any time, she was immortal...Eternal....
((This was the intro, more to come soon))
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:37 am
Amara stretched her arms high above her head as she watched the servants setting up her new home, Gossamer Hall. She was in England, sometime during the late 1600's just after the English Civil wars had ended. It was easy to pretend to be a rich noblewoman's wife, by saying he'd been killed fighting in the war. In fact, as the story went, they were only engaged and she had been in a foreign country so as to stay safe, and when he got home they were to be wed. The money she used was her own, earned by her travels between times, she accumulated so much it was a simple matter to sell it off and use the money for an easy living. She grinned and giggled aloud, spinning around with her arms high over her head, it was good to be rich! Amara had not always lived in the lap of luxury, sometimes it was more fun to live modestly, but this era was just so rich in many interesting and dramatic ways, having money made gave her access to the best of it.
Gossamer Hall was an expansive mansion in Thamesmead England, it's acreage so extensive it reached all the way to the river from where the manor stood. She had her own hunting grounds, and even a lake well stocked with fish, her stables too were heavily supplied with pure breed horses of all sorts of breeds. Soon a slew of messengers would be coming to Gossamer Hall, bearing messages of welcome from the other High Society families, invitations, and inquiries as to when she would have her first ball, it was so exciting! There was plenty of room for her to set up her own exciting dramas, taboos were abundant here, there was so much to go on.
Currently she was wearing an expensive gown she'd ordered along with many others from London. The gown it's self was a soft blue satin, with a long pointed bodice and more satin petticoats, the shoes matched her dress perfectly. She enjoyed dressing up, though not all the time. Behind closed doors she would dress with much more relaxation! Amara had interviewed each and every servant, a pain staking process that had taken almost a month to complete. She'd wanted to make sure her temperament was agreeable with those she would be spending so much time with, that, and she wanted to make sure that they might be the kind of people who would keep their mouths shut if they noticed anything weird about their new Mistress. Amara had all ready been alerted to the whispers about her arrival by one of her ladies, one who Amara liked greatly in particular. Katherine was a bold and ambitious girl, though she was also very dedicated, loyal, and honest, virtues Amara prized deeply.
The buzz was going that the new mistress of Gossamer Hall was immensely wealthy, beautiful, and single! It was the single part that intrigued the families of Thamesmead, Amara was young and rich, and by all intensive purposes, a widow. She was a prize, and this meant that the young men would come from all over to posture for her. That would be entertaining, and perhaps she might find a few engaging enough to take in as friends, and possibly even lovers. Amara never got too involved, this was simply because as an immortal Amara could not afford to get very close to anyone romantically since she would outlive them, and never age a bit in the process.
((More later))
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:36 pm
"Lady Alexander, you have a letter from Goldhayes Hall", a young man dressed in the uniform of her manor handed her a letter. He smiled at her, admiring her beauty, mentally lusting after his new Ladyship. Amara handed him some coins and inclined her head to him. "Thank you Thomas, go and make sure the tea is ready for me, I should like to finish reading my letters while relaxing", Amara said. She waited patiently for Thomas to respond and make his way back to the kitchens, he was busy staring at her bustline. Finally he realized himself and practically ran from Amara. Amara laughed and waited til he was far gone from her sight to read the letter. Goldhayes Hall was occupied by a young widower named Lord Ashton and his elderly parents, as well as several other family members. She wondered what he might look like as she opened his correspondence.
"Lady Alexander,
Goldhayes Hall would like welcome you to Thamesmead. It would be our pleasure to invite you to dine with us this next evening. We look forward to your response, and if there is anything you would ask of Goldhayes Hall do not hesitate.
Sincerely,
Lord Ashton.
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