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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:56 pm
Feed my mind, give it something to think about. Hello, My most ussed name is Rose.
I am fine with almost any role plays.
A Little bit about me:
I am 17 years old, most of the time... Don't really like to act it.
My parents don't like gaia, but I get on any ways.
Role playing is something I enjoy emensly!
My spelling isn't horrible, but it can be improved. Intertain me.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:57 pm
Types of Characters:
I do most any characters... here are some listings that I can give examples of.
Male Characters:
Yes, I do indeed role play as a male character.
~Evil Male characters - what I am posting as ussually.
~Normal guys- haven't posted in a while, but can post
~Magic- yeah... I love magic, but it doesn't have to be a magic rp.
Female Characters:
I role play as a female less often then I do a male character.
~Evil Female Characters- Haven't in a while, but will do.
~Normal Girl- Currently posting as a 'human' in a role play. I can have a normal life girl in a role play. I don't mind.
~Magic- Same as for the male characters. I love magic <(^-^)>
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:00 pm
Examples for Males:  Normal guy: Not rping as a normal guy, don't have one. If I have time, I will make up a post. Magic: *both colors are posted by me. This is in the middle of a small fight with another character. Pics I am using for characters: Shackle Aiz* "Aiz JUMP!" Shackle yelled up to his brother. He shifted the wind and sent a lot of different items up to the angel. Shards of glass, cars, trash and trash cans, everything that was on the ground around him.Aiz saw all the flying debre, he looked over at the angel and desided this fight was not nesesary. He snapped his fingurs and flames surrounded him. He was careful not to touch the roof of the building. He flipped around and shot them at the flying items. They flew off course and started to fly the other way. "Stop it!" He straightened up and shot a look at the angel. "Next time I might not stop him. Now I don't know the whole story, but I want it." He made a motion for the angel to follow him and jumped off the roof.Shackle wasn't happy Aiz fought off his wave of trash. He did however stopped the items from crashing into anything. If he was closer to the angel, he would of just used the wind in a sharp manner.*Yeah, I am working on applying my magic side* Another just magic character that I remembered. I will post as far as I got in the rp. Evil: *My favorite right now, both colors are my posts. Pic: Shackel* Shackel turned his head towards the stars. "Ah, I think I found the Main bug. You might want to wait in the waiting room." He  did manage to smile and then shake her hand. "Master Shackel Sin." Simple stated as he closed the door. He walked passed the room, "Here is where you can stay please." He pointed to the door. He then walked up the steeps. "Just stay in there, I do not wish for you to get hurt." He headed up the stairs and back into the room. He unlocked it and entered. He then locked it as he closed the door behind him. "Two simple rules. Stay away from the basement. And stay away from locked doors." He turned around with the box in his hand. "Now I am afraid I am angry."He opened the box up and let the moths out. They wiggled and squeezed out as they increased to their origanial size. Shackel set the box down and went over to the open closet. An extra large one broke the door frame that surrounded the closet door. It destroyed its way out of the closet and into the room. He layed his hand on its head as her children started to eat at them. They were able to get to the guests before they could scream. "Being eaten to death, I supose that isn't the best way to go." He enjoyed watching them bleed all over the floor, and the look of the moths. Ah what a sight. He then let the queen join in the fun, as she ripped them to shreds. He picked up an identical box, and went back down stairs.Shackel entered the room in which the new girl was waiting. "Sorry for your wait. Just finished. She was a big one." He had more blood on him, from his old wounds not healing. "You can come into the kitchen if you wish. That is where the medical kit is." He walked into the kitchen, setting the buzzing box down, and took out his medical kit. Removing his shirt, he started to clean the blood off of his well fit body.Evil and magical: *Well magic that is sensed right away. Death Eater* The eater was enraged and went after the girl, he hovered over her on top of the couch, one of his hands supporting him on the back of the couch, the other around her neck. "There are things we all wish we could forget. Do you think that killing you will fix anything for any one? What will killing you do for me? HUH!" He shouted in her face, shacking her violently by the neck, not enough to kill her, but to scare the hell out of her. His hands were giving off a freezing vibe, and by now her neck had to of been really cold. "Killing you will leave me with something that I would like to forget, and possible driving me to find someone to kill me." He got in her face, and his voice became really low. He was so frustrated that the lights in the room were flichering and the temperature got really low. "Killing you will solve nothing, not even for you." He let go of her as some of the Norms trying to got closer to him. "I let go you idiots. Now back off." They started to back off, but stayed closer. "You have no idea what I have done, and I am not sure what you did either. But I know where your sealment is, so I understand the level on which you stand. But lets just say they couldn't find a seal for my sin." His face got really cold looking as he turned and sat back down in his chair. If you want more examples, let me know. {more Examples to be added...}
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:01 pm
Examples for Females:
 Human: *These humans know of magic* Older Lady: * Raz is the librarian currently subbing for a home room teacher* "Well, seeing there is none. How about I share a little information about me, huh? And then we can take turns telling people who we are and what we like or dislike about this school so far." Raz thought that was a good way to get things going. "Okay! My name is Raz, and I am the Librarian here at your school! I am currently subbing for your homeroom teacher. I went to school here when I was your age as well." She leaned back on the desk, hands folded with chin rested upon them. "So, I love the Library, and don't care for the... well the deans office, but thats just becouse I only went there for bad things. Occasionally." She smiled a mischievous smile at the class.Younger lady: *Also named Raz* Raz stopped laughing and rushed to the man. She started to pull him out of the water. She dragged him a little bit before loosing her grib and falling on her butt. Another wave hit them both. She ignored her now wet clothes and grabed on to the man again. She pulled and after a struggle or two, finially got him out of the water line. She went back to her original sitting place and grabbed her bag. "Just because I am human doesn't mean I don't have a few tricks up my sleeve." She dug through her bag as she rushed back over to the boy.  She finially found what she was looking for. It was a sun stone that she had been given by an old lady for some of Raz's hard work. She held the stone over his head and then looked up. "Come out sun! Just come out!" The clouds parted and the sun came out long enough for the stone to work. It glowed a faint orange color and started to warm her new found friend up. "Hang in there." She said quietly.Magic Females: Young Vampire: * Rose is 7 years old* Rose's inner child was taking over as she lunched forward in anger. As she did her hood flew back and her fangs were seen. She had her hand out in front of her as she swong her hand. Her other hand went for her small knife. "THATS NOT ANY BETTER! TAKE IT BACK! TAKE IT ALL BACK!" She ended up shouting at him.*note: I match the other posting lengths, or at least I try to. The person that I am rping with on that one hasn't posted anything really long* Witch: * Nana is what I would call a silver witch, meaning not only is she a witch but she sees the future as well.* Nana held a hand to her forhead, getting alot of information from the Eater at the same time of Makenzi's explination. She came out of it shacking her head. "I know what happened. Shadow will deal with it." She was really mad and started to glow slightly. She snapped her fingers and a book appeared in front of her. She flipped the pages and saw the spell she was looking for. "Asizer Helentam Shesumen." She casted her spell, and large energy started to flow from her hand to Makenzi's arm. After it was done healing the arm, it slowly faided away. Nana closed her book and tossed it up, and it disapeared in thin air. "Keep away from him when he comes out of the punishment room, kay?" She said as she went to go have a seat again. "Can't wait till I can go to my meditation time!" She stretched, and then leaning her head back, she looked up at nothing really. "I can't believe I missed the action!" It had been slow since the last shipment that they had was either released or killed. Only a few were left from the last batch of bleachments, and they stayed far away from one another. "How's the arm." She stated finially.Evil: * Jex is from a role play that has just started. He character is a killer, but it hasn't came out yet. Will post when she kills.* "Alright now, shut up all of you." She spoke it over the fire and to the campers. They hushed quickly, and she looked at them all for a second. "Time to start the story telling." She smiled as she glanced and winked at her Kat. "A long time ago, twenty years to be exact, a mass murder happened. All of the campers went dead, and the coaches were all tried for there killings. Although they never found out which one did it, all of the coaches were let off. This is the story of that crazy summer, the summer of 1989." She had a bag of sand, and took a hand full of it. She tossed it into the fire as she started the story. "The head coached walked around the camp, watching all of the happy campers."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:02 pm
Okay, this character usses the same name and pic as the Shakle under the Magic male character example. The role play died before my character could meet with the other two peoples characters.
On the other side of a vast forest, a wooden door slams open an a man storms in. "You idiots! You barbaric fools! I said to keep a low profile!" He arrived at a table in which two men we sitting. He slammed his fists on the table and continued to dig into the men with his harsh words. "Keeping a low ground does not mean stealing, or killing. If we get exposed, you both will be dead." He straightened up and ran a hand through his white hair.  "Leave, make sure you both get out of town. I will meat you at the stone opening just inside the forest. We will have to move the group to the next town. If you are not there, I will come and hunt you down and kill you mercesly." He gave them a cold look of reasurance, and turned to go through the next door. "Out of my house, now." He walked through the open door way, and greated his mother sitting by the fire.
"I will start to pack, my son." She stood and started to place some water on the fire when Shackle stopped her.
"No, I will pack." He then placed another log on the fire and continued to talk with her. "I want you to stay. I don't want to risk losing the only person I can trust that isn't my spirit or one of my pets. I am going to try to find the leader, or at least someone that can help me find her."
His mother placed a gentle hand on his face, "Shackle, do be careful. But please, take your fathers sword." Shackles eyes sparked with surprise.
"Fathers sword? I have one my self, why would I need--"
"Take it for my sake. I want you to have it." she iterupted him. She then turned away from him and went on. "I would suggest leaving before tonight. Before dinner."
Shackle looked at her and gave a little bow to one of the people he respects and walked out of the room. He gathered some supplies and went to go warn the other men.
Walking through his small village, Shackle went to all the men's houses that was part of his ban. Most of them seemed to have developed families that they didn't wish to leave. It had been five years since he was contacted and joined up in the rebellion. He now headed towards the forest, and he stopped by the last house on the edge of town.
As he was walking up to the house he heard a loud screech, one of a warning and he stepped more carefully. He got up to the door, and raised his hand.
"Stop right there, and slowly turn around." It was a scrappy voice of the soldier that he was warned of. "I said turn around!"
Shackle gave a sigh and turned around, as he did he mumbled a command and the air started to shift around the guard. The guard dropped his weapon and his hands went for his neck as he made sounds of gasps for air that he was not going to get. Anic, come down, there is going to be trouble. He sent his thoughts off to his spirit observing from far up in the sky. The phoenix flew down and landed on his shoulder. At this time, the guard was already on the floor, purple in the face from the lack of air. Shackle raised a hand, and gentle scratch the under of the majestic birds head.  Burn him please, along with this house and what traitors lie within. With that, Shackle turn and started to walk away. The bird took flight and burned the guard to finish his slow death, and then faced the house. The bird gave a loud screech and the house combusted into a deep orange flame. As Shackle entered the forest, he could hear the screams of his so called friends as they burnt along with there sins. "You really cant trust men, now can you?" He paused for a sec, looking further into the darkened forest, and then with a tighten of his coat, he continued.
As Shackle amerged from the forest into a small clearing into the middle he was in no surprise that there was the two men that he had just punished earlier that morning. Around them were more guards, all with their weapons up and pointing at him. He gave a small laugh and asked, "Are you really planing on fighting me? You know I hunt for a living, so it would be no different killing you then it would a deer?" His eyes went more frost then anything as he stared at the two men who betrayed him. Calling Anic from above to be on the ready to stick when time, he shifted the wind in just a way, that it made all the weapons and even their bodies hard to hold up. "Amazing what you can do with a little presure change, huh?" He laughed again, and Anic made her move as he once again changed the air so the fire and smoke would be contained. "Don't want anyone to know where I am, now do-" He straightened his back and smelled the new air currents flowing in from the other city. You stay and finish, I have to go see if the next town is indeed safe for me to enter.
With that the phoenix took over the containment of the fire, and the young man followed the heafty sent of blood. He walk with quick steps as he made his way to another clearing at the edge of the town. Pulling up his hood, he entered the city in hopeful finds that it wasn't in danger, or a threat to him.
Entering the small town, Shackle found that the smell of blood was from a rather large fight going on in the middle. He stayed in the shadows as he tried to learn what was going on. As he was studying the scene, an old man leaned against a post next to him, and started to whisper to him. "It is a struggle for power. This village is a large hide out for the resistance. The old man in charge of it died the other day of poison. They are now eating at each other like mad dogs trying to declare a new leader." Shackle looked at the man with a harsh look, "These are the people that want to run this town? What will they run if they kill it all?" The old man just shook his head and whispered "I don't know stranger, I don't know."
Shackle walked out of his hiding place and walked straight to the fight. "You Barbaric Fools!" He gave a huge shout as he arrived at the edge of the fight. "seliven fuld" He commanded and the wind rushed in and separated the group, sending some into buildings and others to the ground. "What exactly do you all think you are doing?" He gave a cold and ice like look to all the men. "Fighting like this? Killing off anyone that is in the way? That is just foolish." They all looked at him as if it was a terrible nightmare. He removed his hood, and turned all the way around. "How the hell are you all going to be any use to the resistance if you are injured, or dead?" He was hissing at them with anger. "You are all too ignorant to run this place. Being that my last group turned me in, I shall take over you all. If any one has any complaints," He turned to an empty house. "I shall kill you without care. seliven fuld" The house then compusted all over the nearest men, scaring them more then what they were already.
A few hours later, Shackle had been invited into a rather large gathering house for lunch. He was placed near the top of the table, inbetween the last leaders sons. They had a lot to say to him.
"So, what makes you think you can come into our village, swirl the wind around a bit, and expect us just to crown you leader?" The older of the two said as he slightly spit some food all over him. "I mean, you are an outsider!" He was a short fat fellow that ate like a hog. He smelt horrid, and his hair was short and greasy, in such a way, it suck to his head. "We, the sons of the last leader, should rise to that chair!" He pointed to his left, luckily not over Shackle, to the big chair at the head of the table.
His brother chimed in at this time. "Yeah, we would be the perfect leaders. I mean, he has the strength, and I have the brains." He was a tall and skinny guy. He look more composed then the other, but neither had the look of a leader. "Besides, I dout that you could handle everything that goes on here."
Shackle just ignored everything they said, and picked through his food to find the edible items. He was picking through the vegtibles when the smaller one reached acrossed his plate. He took his fork and stabed the arm that was now blocking his food.
"Ow! That hurt! What do you think you are doing?" He held his arm, now with a new fork sticking out the side of it. "That was uncalled for!"
"I need anther fork, please." Shackle asked one of the ladies serving them, paying no attention to the whines beside him. "I have seemed to missplaced mine." He gave a forced smile to the young girl, as she nodded her head and walk back into the kitchen.
"Hello! I am talking to you!!!" The smaller one was now yelling his food all over Shackle. "You stabbed me with your bloody fork! You didn't missplace it! Its right here!" He started to wave his bloody arm around.
"Look, I could care less if I stabbed you or not. Just know it was your own fault. After all your arm doesn't belong in my plate." By this time the young lady had came back with his fork. "Ah, that would be mine." He gave a slight nod of his head along with another forced smile for the young lady. He then went back picking at his food, unsatisified with most of it.
After lunch, Shackle took a walk around the village. He reached the out skirts of the small cluster of houses before soon. He kept walking for some time, and then he callen down Anic. Please come down, I have some food for you.
Down came Anic, gracfully landing beside him on a stone. "Here you go. This village isn't the safest, so you can't join me to eat when you want. I don't trust any of them yet. Also, I am all by my self." He sighed to himself as he watch his spirit fry and eat the meat he brought to her. He gave a heavy sigh, as he continued to speack to her. "If I wasn't alone, then perhaps you could join us. More eyes to look after you."
She gave a squack of disagreement, and then stated Ha, you missjudge me yet again. I am eyes for both of us! I can take care of my self, you know that.
Shackle gave a light laugh, "Yes I know that. But its not you, its more me. I don't trust them, and you are a dead give away of who I am. These people, they don't know me." Sighing, he leanded back and watched the clouds go by.
Shackle woke up to a peck on his arm, Anic was waking him up. Some one is coming this way. Shall I take to the sky again?
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Shackle gave a slight nod of his head, but then added, "Do it carefully. Don't be seen please." He gave a yawn and looked at his bird. Be careful
You be careful, you hot headed idiot With that, the bird flew off low to the ground, out of site. I am a hot headed idiot? I guess I can see where you get that from. He straighted up and waited for the on coming figure.
Shackle watched the figure aprotch and saw that it was one of the young girls from the village. She was not quite a woman, but she looked close to it.
"What are you doing so far from the village?" Shackle asked the young lady.
"Looking for you. I saw the magic that you used. No one here can do that." She was shy in her aprotch to him as she continued. "I also saw how you stood up to my brother, maggot one and maggot two. I am glad you did that, they are too full of them selfs." She was now standing in front of him with her hands behind her back, gently folded into each other. "So I wanted to come and find you to say Thanks. Thank you for showing them their places again."
"I didn't do anything but stop unessecary blood shead. This village wont be of any use to the resistance if it is full of the dead." He stood up and streatch out his sleep. "You should go back, its not good for a young girl to be out here alone."
"But I am not alone, not any more. I am out here with you." She smiled as she finished her confident sentence. "Is that a problem?"
"To tell you the truth, yeah it is. I don't want any trouble from the village, and I don't want you to get in any danger with me." He was getting worried about how long he had been out in the open.
 "Why would i get in trouble with you? Are you wanted?" She looked at him with longing eyes. "Tell me, what would get me in trouble with you? You are a magic user, and yet you are worried."
"Trust me you don't want to hang around here. First we are in the wide open with no close cover. Then there is the fact that I am new to the village, and I really don't care for any trouble with any laws or siblings trying to make false statements against use being alone so far from the village. Now go back." She was starting to irritated him. She was really pesky with the questions. If she was caught with him, someone that knows of his itentity might mistake her as his spirit.
"I don't want to go back though, not yet. I wish to see some more magic. Can you shift the wind and make you fly? OH! How about fog? can you create fog?" She was now very close to Shackle who was trapped inbetween her and the rock he was laying on.
"Look, I am done being nice. Back off! Go back to the village, I want to as well." Shackle wasn't happy, and wasn't going to treat her nicely if she didn't move. His temper was rising again, he didn't like those who pushed themselfs on you.
"And what, may I ask, will you do if I don't? hmm? You don't look like you want to use any more of that magic. So what will you do?" She started to wrap her arms around his neck when he lost it.
"I said enough!" He shouted at her, as he was jumping on the rock. He flipped off of it so he was on the other side. "I don't know what you are after, but you are not going to get it." He then turned to go back to the village, Anic, don't forget to follow. I don't know how long I am going to be able to stay calm in this area. He started up a brisk pase with the girl right behind him.
Shackle got back into the outer skirts of the village. Getting closer to the center of the village, he kept looking back to see if the girl was still following him, and she was. God, she is very annoying. Why wont she go away? Shackle was getting hot headed again, and wasn't paying too close of attention to what he was doing. He was now in the middle of the village in the middle of the comotion of the people. He burst into the house and closed the door behind him. He then went into his room and started to curse his head off. Anic then intorupted his little flood of profanity. Calm down. Meditate on it. Just calm down, consintrate, you are not safe like that, you could blow down the walls around you. Shackle gave a sigh, and then sat down in front of the fire place and started to meditate. Your right, again. Shackle gave a slight smile, and continue to meditate.
Shackle was in a deep meditation at this point. His thoughts started to merge with his spirits. So much that he was able to see the forest she was flying over. You are calm now, Thats good. Anics words just spilled over him like the calm water of the stream in the forest she was over. The Forest was the one he was beside when he had his little nap on a rock. Shackle, there are some rather large figures with some smaller ones. Shall I take a look? Anic asked him, and he simple replied with a sure, but added a be carefull to the end of it. Anic flew in closer, her blazing red wings swiftly gracing the slight wind in the air. She made sure to stay down wind so her sent was covered. She flew in behind the large beasts and found two vampires confronting large and hairy creatures. She did the first thing that came to her mind, she cought the first hairy invader on fire. The thing squealed in pain as it turned around to confront her, but she had already flew over his head and over to the Vampires. She gave a slight screatch, and flew over to the stream. She took a deap breathe, and a brillian white flame came from her beack as she created a steam cover. She then went through the screen hoping the vampires would catch her sent and follow her. Who every they are, I am bringing them your way. Shackle then stopped meditating and headed out the door.
He ran into the sons and decided he should say something to them. "There are a couple of vampires that might come this way. One of them has a deep wond on one arm. I am going to go great them at the edge of the forest. Have no fear, if they pose a harm to any of you, I won't let them in." The fat one tried to object but Shackle just walked away. Try to bring them this way, to the out skirts where we last met Anic. He sent her his thoughts, hoping it would get through to her and set his course to the edge of the village.
Then the rp died... so thats all I have... ^^;
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:20 pm
Shackel Sin:
Shackel returned to his room, his shirt lost somewhere along the way to his room, carying his wife. As he brought them both in, he shut the door behind them. "200 years with out you..." He started to kiss her collar bone again. "Now it is time for me to show you how much I still love you." He layed her on his bed, gentle, as she was his angel, or rather a winged demon. Their wicked souls had twined together a long time ago, drawn by the same morbid things. Death delt to others, it was a fasination, a game that they loved to play. He studied her, feeling along her body for a moment before leaning in again and kissing her deeply. As his hands went back up, and came apon the buttons on the front of her dress, he undid them, and moved to kissing her under her chin. She sighed, as he knew she had missed him as well. Feeling under her dress, he took his other hand and brushed away some of her hair as he had straightened up a bit, so he was looking into her face. He stared into her eyes, his hand still in her dress, and he then went back to kissing her. He climbed up on top of her, and she went after his pants. The botton, then the zipper. Sitting down, he brought her on top of him, pulling the dress over her head. Gleeming, as she bore no undergarments, Shackel felt himself really get into the moment. Hugging her, and grouping her a**, he licked her lips, and then moved to chew slightly on her collar bone. As he layed her back down to remove his own pants, he was wearing his own undergarments, he smiled, knowing how good it was for her to be back. Climbing back on top of her, he pressed himself into her body, he bit her ear and then kissed her check, then her lips. Moving into a french kiss, he felt her wrap her legs around her. She was getting into the right mood as well. As he was about to let her remove his underwear, the door opened. With his body pressed against hers, he looked up into the corner of the bed. Go the hell away, or so god help you, I will kill you. Shackels eyes filled with anger as he dared not look to the door. Foot steps were heared as the figure entered. "Wow! Look at this room.. hay! Can I join?" A male voice was coming from the side of the bed, and it seemed to get closer with every letter it spoke. Turning his head to face the person, Shackels anger and hatred showed clearly. "Leave, or else." He was not happy that his man moment was being interupted by some idiotic boy, and then asked if they would make it a trio. "Aw come on! She's hot, your hot, heck I would let you -" The boy was inturupted by a hiss from Shackel. "Shut the ******** up, and leave or I will harm you." Shackel moved slightly, but he made sure that he still covered his bare wife. "Ah come on! Every one is.. is.." The boy stuttered as he watched Shackel quickly come off the bed. As he did, he whipped the sheets across his lady and stood on his feet. "I said shut the ******** up, and to go away. Now this is the last time I will say it nicely." Shackel was in fact hissing his words through clentched teeth, as he was very irritated his moment, the first in 200 years or so, with his wife. "Ah, she is most likely a Skank any ways." The boy said it, ignoring Shackels warnings. Anger shot through Shackels body. "How dare YOU!" He started shouting, and didn't lower his voice at all. "YOU DARE CALL MY WIFE A SKANK? YOU SCUM OF THE EARTH YOU BARBARIC IDIOT!" Shackel grabbed one of his canes, and unshelved his saber. The boy looked at what Shackel had not even for a mear second before turning and running, all the while screaming like a little girl. "YOU ******** b*****d!!" Shackel ran after the boy, not caring that he was down to his underwear. His body moved with persision, turning corners of the house faster then the boy. As he came to the stairs, he heard someone fall down them, get up and start to run again. He tossed his saber, and the boy froze, as it hit the corner right in front of him. Leaping over the banister on the top floor, Shackel hit ground level with a light thud, and bulted forward. The boy shrilled again and ran into the living room, a room with only one door. Shackel paused at the door way only long enough to get his Saber out of the wall. As he entered he saw the boy clawing at the windows trying to get them to open. TBC!!!
The boy dropped down into the basement, the ghostly figure followed. "oh, look..." A laugh filled the shadows, "You broke another rule." A gleam reflected off Shackles saber, and the boy's eyes closed. FUmbling against the wall, the young man found a light switch. Flipping it up, the basement came to. Turning around, the boy was flabergasted. Eyes that could not concintrate, flickered around the room. The floor was dirt, sand like, and filled with patches of color. As he contined to look around he found bodies, dead and decaysing and some already stripped down to their bones. "Isn't it lovely? My wonderful collection of House Guests. Of course only the ones that I find most... Intriging.. find a home here." Looking into the center of the room, the boy found his danger, the ghostly murder of a man. Shackel was by a body that hung and was centered in the middle of the room. "This is my Mother, the second person I killed." Sliding down the wall, the boy knew now that secrest this house held. The dangers behind the Sins residency. Every person to enter the HOuse would die, and he was next on the list. Shackel had his free hand on the shoulder of hte skeliton, as he was standing behind it. The hand that held the saber was on the hip, in sense, he looked as if he was hugging the long gone person, as his chin rested beside the bone that was once a beautiful face. Smiling, a grin that had nothing nice about it, Shackel slowly slipped away from the bones. As he left them, they clattered as if to moan from the scars that were etched tinto the skelital frame. Dragging his weapon, he made it slowly to the boy, watching him sweat in fear. Soilation of his pants came as Shackel stopped in front of his feet. Lifting up the saber Shackel striked down, missing as the boy moved out of fear. Running into a corner, the boy turned back around to watch as Shackel strugeled with the weapon. "What a pitty, its stuck." Facing the male, Shackle gave a low cackel. "Guess I will have more fun then intended." Taking off his gloves, he let them drop to the floor, as Shackel watched the boy make a break for it. He chased after him. Ending up in what the boy took for an exit, a small little box that was once a bathroom. Blocking the only exit, SHackel leaned against the frame. The boy trmembed, knowing no way out of this, that it was the end of everything. Shackel contined to smile as his heals made a few clicks on the tile floor. Sticking his face in the boy's, his eyes went darker, his tone shadowed the futer. "Its time to check out." He whispered as his hand wrapped itself around the boy's throut, tightening, soficating hte life. Running his other hand through the hair, he tightened his grip, pulling the male up by it. Gasping, but not gaining any air, the boy hung on the wall. As shackel came close to the boys face again, he grinned and licked his lips slowly. "Thank you for your stay." Giving a hard twist, Shackel broke the boys neck. The male tried to scream, but the murder stopped it as he head landed with a dull thud in the sand of the other room. The neck of hte dismanted body spouted blood as if it was a holly fountain. Laughing with enjoyment, Shackel shot his hand down the opening. Among the insides of the boy, Shackel found a good place along the spine. Grabbing a hold tightly, his fingers could be seen if one was to look at the back of the body. Shackel twisted, turned and ripped the spine from the body. Falling limp, the spine held high above the red stained pail figure, the shell leaked its insides, as no need for them was left. Not thrilled with the job, Shackel thew the spine, it landed almost virtically next to the head. Placing his shoe on the chest, as it rained crimson drops, he lifted up the hads, a pair that would hold no more, and removed them as well. Proceeding in a simular fashion, the torso of the body remaind. The tiles, walls, ceiling and Shackel were all stained with the evidence, with the deep color of life. Backing up, almost as if he was to look at a piece of art, a crazed look stuck on his face. Low laughter fell from his lips, as the corner he was now in had paths in which he ran his red hands over. Hugging himself with one hand, and covering part of his face with the other, he paused his laughter and stared at the torso. One eyed showed through his fingers as he began to laugh again. More crazed most would say, but to Shackel, it was a laughter of enjoyment, satisfaction, and the end of a good game. "I win." He slid down a sat in his corner. Looking around, he took in the site. Splatters, stains, streaks, all the marks of a good killing. He continued to grin. "A death delt to one of many, suitable for the crimes you've done." Lifting his hand, he licked some of the blood off of it, and started to laugh again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:22 pm
{More on Shackel Sin}
~ The Begining ~
A small figure apeared to be lost sitting in such a large chair, as it studied an old bound leather book. Large black rimmed glasses over ruled the small head. "Check out... afraid of worms." The voice sounded young, and it came from smooth lips. The head bore black hair, a semi-short cut, falling slightly past his eyes. The boy, as it was indeed a male, sat and continued to read this book. The book was the Sins log, as the House of Sins was an Inn for travelers. Although, this book seemed odd, as it recorded a lot of unnessesary information about the house guests. "Why would father recorded a fear of worms?" The voice interupted the silence, followed by a turn of the page. A sound of thoughts came from the young man, as the door bursted open. Jumping out of the chair, the book fell to the floor, and the glasses that sat on the bridge of his noes almost joined the guest log. "Father!" The figure said, as he removed the frames from his delicate face. "Shackel... what are you doing in my office?" A stricked tone came from the owner of the house, as he adressed his son, Shackel. The black hair fell down, covering more of Shackels face. "I was.." He couldn't find a right answer to tell his father, as he had no reason to be in here. "I want you out, and you are not to enter unless told to do so." His father seemed to hiss at his son, and stared him down as Shackel crept pased the tall figure. After Shackel cleared the corner from his father office, he ran up the stairs, and then another set to the Attic. Closing the door behind him, his breath heavy. "s**t!" He cursed silently, so his parents would not hear. "I didn't mean to get cought..." He talked to himself, as no one was with him for the time being. Getting up, as he had slid down the door, he walked over to a covered cage. "Chu Chu, wake up birdy." He revealed a golded cage, the home of a white bird. The eyelids of the winged creature opened, and a deep red penitrated through the bars of its home. "Lets have you feed yourself today. Mother asked why I wanted some raw meat, so I can't get you any more, at least for now." Grabbing a heavy glove, the boy placed it on his hand. Opening the golden door, the bird flew to Shackel. Its wings stretched out as it gave a small hum of happiness. "Alright, you just have to be quiet, okay?" Walking with the bird to the window, Shackel let his Chu Chu out. "Come back soon." His bird was one of the few things Shackel held dear. As he watched the bird fly off, he heard clicks up the steps. Closing the windo quickly, and placing the room back in order, he quickly went to an open trunk filled with little toys and books and acted as if he had an intrest in them. His mother entered the door this time, as she had a smile apon seeing him. "Shackel darling, I found a new outfit for you." As she said that, Shackels eyes got big, not of enjoyment either. Not another one! Please not another one! From the ladies side, she pulled up a long black dress. "See! Isn't it cute?" Shackel sighed. "Mother, I am a boy... I don't wear dresses." He tried to say it nicely, as the mistress didn't take rejection to kindly. As he centered his vision back on her, he saw what he feared. She had that look on her face, the one all mothers gave their child when they will force them to do something. "I don't care." Closing and locking the door, she walked over to the boy. Standing up, Shackel took a few steps back. "I don't wish to wear that." He said again, but she replied the same, and then some. "You will wear what your mother buys for you!" She then grabbed him by the ear and after some time of struggle, she placed him in front of the mirror. "Now see, all you have to do is grow out your hair..." She pulled down on his hair, trying to grow it herself. "And you would be the perfect little daughter." She grinned, a bit crazed if you were ever to ask her son, cought in the thought of having a daughter. The dress was tight, and uncomfortable, and Shackel didn't like being in it. At least there is no hat, or jewelry, or even make up this time... He look sour and cross as he turned his head slightly away from the mirror. "I want that dress in the usual chest, if you have to, clean out another one." His mother had snapped out of her transe, and adressed Shackels new atire. After she left the room, Shackel changed out of the out fit. "Put it in the chest she says... I don't care... she says..." He moved around the heavy boxes, as he found the last chest he placed a dress in. It was the ninth one, and he found no more room. "Well crap..." He would have to empty another one just so she could buy more items he would not use. After he had cleaned the attic, he headed back down the stairs, his stumich growling with hunger.
~ About a Month Later ~
Shackel was being bounced around in the carriage that he sat in with his parents. They were on one sit, and he sat alone on the other. "Now be good, alright Shackel hunny?" His mothers voice was so sweet it made him sick. HIs fathers voice however, was harsh, as if nails were going down a board. "Keep your mouth shut, and stay close." His father was annoyed, as a recent guest had left, and didn't leave with what he came with, but more. They were all heading into the town to make it seem like a family event, but Shackel new better. His mother would give him some money, and shew him away, telling him to come back as the sun started to set. Looking out the side of the carrige, Shackel watched the out side change, as they entered the town. It was south of their house, as it was the closet town they had. Getting out of the carrige last, his mother held out a pouch. Now be a good boy, spend as much as you want, and come back here before the sun sets... He thought in his head, before his mother could say anything. "Here you go Shackel. Be good and I don't care how much you spend." She smiled, and his father added in his usual strick tone, "And get back here by the time the sun starts to set." With that, his parents left him. Pocketing the small pouch, he began to walk around. Since his family was employed by the Queen herself, most people knew about them. Also, his family was conisdered higher status then most Inn Keepers. But just because the name Sin held such power, didn't mean they were respected by all. Walking into an old store, it held a vase range of items, Shackel took a look around. He hadn't seen this shop before, and his mother loved to take him as she needed more food for the guests. He found different size boxes, their containments unknown, along with many weapons, and clothing as well. "My, such a young buyer. Can I help you, young Sin?" The owner seemed to know who Shackel was, even though he didn't reconize her when he turned around. "Still looking..." He said unsure of himself, and his purpose in being in this store still. "What..." He paused, wondering if he dared asked, but asked any ways. "...is this store?" The owner grinned. "One your father will never come to, but I am sure you will love as you gain the house." The female figure was very veage about what the store really was. "Of course..." He gave a little bow. "Thank you, but I must go now." He straightened up and turned around. As he started to walk out the door, a hat and cane set cought his eye. Walking over to it slowly, he studied it, eyes slightly larger then normal. His hand raised itself as if to touch, but it dared not to. The hat was tall, round and black, and it had a rim on it. The cane was also black, but it had a dark blue design near the bottom and the top. He traced it over with his eyes, and as he did he did not notice the Shop keeper coming closer and standing right behind him. Lowering her head, she whispered right into his ear. "I will give it to you for free, but you will have to make me a promise." She had seen the man that had items not of his, and knew the Sins would be coming. The owner made her shop show for the young Sin, as she predicted he would hold more intrest in her invetory then his father. Shackel turned around, startled slightly by the womans sudden closeness. "What... what kind of promiss." Shackel knew he didn't have enough money in the sack, and that his mother would take it all back when they met again. She straightened her self up, placing a hand on her hip. "When you gain the house from your father, and you take up his line of work, I want you to come visit me." She knew that after the boy cought on to what really happened in the house, and as he also learned of what she held in the store, what fun the boxes kept, that they would be in business with each other. "Deal?" Shackel had a confused look, as he had no idea why the lady would give him such a high priced thing, and not just one, but two items of value for a simple promise to come back when he gained the house from his father. "Thats it?" He finially managed to say. "Trust me, you will come, and have a use for my shop." She gave a smile, one that Shackel has seen one to many times from his mother. "So, how about it kid?" She asked, extending her hand to him. Looking down at the hand, then back up to her face, he shook it. "I will come." He said, and then was pulled closer to her, as she held his chin tightly. "If you don't, I will shut down your house and end your life." She grinned more twisted then the last, her eyes told of her enjoyment from making a death threat. Shackel didn't show his fear, if that was indeed what he had of this woman, or was it more respect, and longing to be as she was. Of what it was, he wasn't sure, but dared not show it, just to be save. "I gave you my word." He said steady, and seriously, but yet still soft and promising. "Aaaah, you are indeed worthy of this shop, no my shop may not be worthy of you." She studied him a few more mins, and then reached around him to grap the hat. Placing it atop his head, she looked at him once more, and handed him the cane. "Come again, Shackel Sin." Turning, she paid no more attention to the boy. He left the store, pride in his stride, as he had some new items that he actually enjoyed and wanted. After hours of walking around, getting lots of looks, and feeding himself, he wondered into a bar, as their was no drinking age for those that could pay. Sitting up on a stool, he set his cane on the table top. "Something sweet please." He said to the tender, who gave him an eye, but quickly got started on a drink when Shackel pulled out a couple coins.
~ The Families Secret ~
Looking up and around, Shackel found his father in a corner booth. Talking to some men, his face seemed serious. Shackel turned back around, not daring to look the way again. After getting his cup, and paying his way, Shackel took a drink of the sweet liquid. "Mmmm, can I have some more sugar?" He asked, the tendar got in a huff. "Now what the hell would I go and give you more sugar for kid?" Shackel took out a coin, "I will pay for it." The tender rolled his eyes. "Now look, I don't care where you got that money from, but I am not selling you no more sugar then what I have put in that cup already!" Shackel looked crossed at the man. "I asked for more sugar." His face looked tetermined, but he kept his voice steady, and on the lower side. "And I said that I wasn't selling any more sugar to you!" He reached under the counter and the bar tender pulled out his gun. "Now I want you..." His face went blank, and then had fear across it. "Put it down... now." Shachel tensed as he knew that voice, it was his fathers. "Mast..st..ster Sin!" With shacky hands, the bar tender returned his weapon. "Shackel, where did you get those items? Your bag looks full still." His father had turned Shackel around, and the bar tender had a look of surprise. Shackel was sure that the rude man was making the conections. "A lady, I made a deal with her." Shackel told his father. "And what type of deal was that?" His father was icy, his face distant looking. Shackel once again hid his fear as best as he could. "To come back and visit her when I own the house." Shackel wasn't sure if he should of told his father or not, but he seemed to know when his son lied to him. "You did wha-" His fathers speached stopped mid-way, as he saw the man trying to exit the back door. "I will discus this later with you. As for you, get the kid some god damn sugar!" His words were once again hissed, and strength layed in them as well. His father left the bar, the same way as the shadowed theif. Waiting a moment, Shackel adressed the tender. "I am done, thank you." He left a few more coins and headed out the back door as well, silently following his father.
Shackel rounded a corner, eyes shifting about. Where did they go? He dared not to speak alowed, in case his father was indeed closer then he realized. Picking back up his pace, Shackel continued to run. Stopping her or there to look around. Finially he rounded a corner and quickly turned back around. With his back pressed up against the wall, his breath got heavy. Damn, that was him! He hadn't been careful, and he could of been seen by his father or even the theif. Taking off his tall hat, he carefully stuck his head around the corner, just enough for him to see what was happening. "Fine, I will grant you that knowledge and that alone." Shackel had arrived part way through their talk. "My wife is indeed my Sister.. but that is not what I was talking about, now is it. So let me ask again, where is it? And you don't get any more questions!" His father was questioning the man about something, even though the Sin held the bag. "I..IiI.." The man stuttered as the once friendly house owner now held a sword blade to his throat. "Where is IT!" His father started to shout at the man, causing him to flinch, which intend cut him slightly on his neck. "Listen to me, you mangy mut! You can tell me where it is, and have a nice check out, or I can rip you to shreads!" Shackels father was closer to the man, hissing into the theifs face. "I..I.I sold it.. to ...a..a. a trader!" The frightened man finially got out his anser. "A traider? A male or female one?" Shackel new that if it was a female, he had to go tell that lady he had just met. "A male!" Shackel pressed back against the wall. Good.... Turning his head back around the corner, he watch his father change the blade. "There is only one male trader in this town, and for his sake, he better have my items still!" Shackel watched as the Lord of Sins got closer, then said. "Its time for you to check out, properly!" Pushing the tip of the sword to the ground, he dug the sword into the man. Then pulling the hilt down to come even with the tip, the once theif was cut down the center of his chest, and it started at his vocal cords. "Thank you for stopping buy." His father didn't seem happy about what he did at all. Shackel on the other hand grinned. His grin, a grin of enjoyment, a grin of exsitement. He had to fight back the urge to laugh, but he failed, as a small and low laugh trailed to his father. The figure turned around. "Shackel!" His face was surprised, then in fear. "Boy, come here!" Shackel focused on his father, and slowly turned his head back and forth, his grin glued to his face. "BOY!" His father then started for Shackel, but with Shackel being so much smaller and lighter, he was long gone before his father reached that corner. All the way the boy traveled, laughter set rythem for his feet to follow. He had no idea where he was going, but on and on in his head things played. Mother is... and Father just.. He laughed, still excited at what he just saw, but also confused at everything.
~ The Grave Yard ~
Hearing his fathers angry voice behind him, Shackel kept running, thoughts of the real family trade going through his head. To think, all this time my father killed all the house guests! But why treat them so horridly just to kill them? Why not let them die as they are happy and trusting of you blindly? An, how much fun that would be. Shackel laughed to himself as he found his feet taking him to the town cemetary. He stopped at the tall iron gtes. Moss, mildew, mold all the evidence of a lack of cleaning was present on the barred figure. He cought his breathe and placed his new hat back on his head, as he took it off to run faster. The old coble stone echoed as his shoes clicked apon them. His cane added a third set of noises as he walked the neglectid path. His dark eyes looked at the stones, taking the time to read each one. As he wond deeper into the cemetary, the sun started to set, and the fog rolled in. The light mist covered the grass, along with any lower stones, so Shackel was careful of his step. As he was looking apon a broken crossed tomb, he started to hear humming. It was a very frightful toon, but Shackel enjoyed it so. He folled the noise until he came apon a girl, her hand bobbing in and out of the fog layer, fingering a stone hedge. Dark, dark hair fell across most of her small figure, a deep black that enchanted Shackel.
For his hair, although black in color, was not as rich or as true to black as her hair was. The girl held a doll, and shackel grinned as he saw it. It was a fallen angel doll most likely self decorated. Lovely! Just simply lovely! He thought as his face was still filled with enjoyment from the girls looks. Shackel wached her stand, and as she did her huming stopped as she adressed him. "Come out." Sh smiled. "I know you are there." Her voice was not like any other female her age. It reeched deep into Shackels soul, as her voice was very seductive, and he had already fallen for her so. He stepped out and tipped his hat. "Evening shadow caster." He smiled softly, as he waited for her reaction. "Shadow caster? Are you implying that I am simply just a figure?" He tilted her head as she was serious in her tone. Shackel gave her a small laugh. "Not at all. I mean to compliment you, as your dark hair and hounting hums delight me like the shadows that dwell in my own soul." He had stepped closer to her, now able to see that her figure suggested that she was a couple years older then his current age, or at least how old he looked. Her figure was already curved, and her clothing did nothing to hide it. In fact it hugged her so, so much it made shackel want to hold the waist that was layed out so clearly. He studied her only so slightly as he did not wish to scare her away, if at all possible. "You stare, sir." She placed her hand apon her hip and narrowed her eyes at him. He snapped back up to her eyes, ah they astonished him as well. "Forgive me." He gave another smile and added a bow. "My manners seem to be lacking miss. I am Shackel Sin, son to the Lord of the Sins Residency, heir to the stated title." He raised his head, and placed his top hat back as he removed it to bow. "Indeed they have." She said coldly, but yet a slight amount of afection could be heard.
*Note: I am estimating Beatrix's age around the 16-18 age group. ^^; Creepy, but remember that Shackels true age is not 13... ^^; and in this time age it wasn't uncommon for stuff like this to happen.
~ Beatrix ~
“And your name, if I may ask for it.” Shackel wanted to leave with some way of finding her once again. “Beatrix, that is all you shall get, Son of Sins.” She gave a smile as she emphasized the title she gave him. “My name is the only one here in this small town; it should be no trouble if you wish to find me again.” She gave him no time to ask for a last name, but simple told him an answer. “Ah, of course.” Shackel would indeed find more about her, starting now. “Lady Beatrix, why are you found in such a desolated place?” He leaned slightly on his cane. “Why?” She placed a fine finger to her chin tapping it a couple of times. “I am visiting my dog.” She then grinned. “He died.” She twisted the words so that it made Shackel wonder what they meant. “And… You?” She asked once again in her devilish tone, seductive in every manner. “Enjoying the many sites.” He grinned for a second before returning to a calm face. But as a wolf howled in the near trees, he looked around finding that night had fallen, and at last his parents would have left by now. His face showed his emotions, hard concentration of a slight problem. “An issue has arisen?” She had taken a step closer, and in his absent mind he didn’t notice her movement. “Ah.” He said nodding with slight confusion. “Then come, I shall see to your housing.” She seemed excited but it was under a heavy mask of her slightly twisted soul. So far that Shackel wasn’t quite sure if he indeed saw it. She grabbed his free hand and led him through the yard. He followed along, as it seemed he had no choice in it. Through the trees they went, a dog like figure followed slightly, as the sound of it rustling the brush covered their own footsteps.
~ At her House ~
Being seated at a table, Shackel sat in the guest of honors seat. His hat, cane and over coat was placed on the coat rack at the front door. As he sat he looked around, the female told him to sit, stay and to be quiet as her parents had already retired. He licked his upper lip, wondering how long he dared stay in the seat. He had some respect for this female, Beatrix, as she named herself. Any girl that would visit a grave alone made Shackel smile. You could hear his light breathe along with the crackle of the low fire. A door swung open and Beatrix came out with a tray. As se sat it down he saw some unusual items. "Hot Chocolate and sugar cookies." She stated as she took the seat next to him. "i am not a big sweet person, but it is enjoyable now and then." Beatrix spoke to Shackel as if they were equal, or had been friends for such a long time. A female and male conversation in this time was not so informal. Shackel looked from the foreign substances to the girl. "Go on, it won't hurt you." She said to him after watching him study the food. Just to show that it was harmless, she picked up a cookie and took a bite, followed by a drink. "See?" Shackel nodded. "Sorry. I have yet to have either of these items." He picked up a cookie with careful fingers and brought it to his face. He took a sniff of the food and enjoyed the smell. Shackel then took a small bite of if, chewed and then stuck more in his mouth. After he finished his cookie, he picked up the drink and followed as he did with his cookie. His cup was over half empty when he came up for air. His eyes caught site of Beatrix's smile. He set down his cup, a small stain above his lip. Beatrix lifted up a piece of cloth, and reached over to him. She carefully dabbed at his face, cleaning the stain. "Enjoyed it, did we?" Her hand was still near his face, as her fingers now hesitated to fall down his cheek in a small stroke. "In..deed..." His breath was uneven, as his mature mind found itself in lust of her touch. "Such foods are left for the guests.. they are so.. delightful." He could smell a faint sent coming off of the girls wrist, as she still held it at his cheek. Beatrix realized where her hand was still and pulled it back. "Of course.." She did not show any blush or coloration in her face. She leaned on the hand that held the cloth. "You can have another if you want. It won't matter how many you eat." Her tone hadn't changed, it was still steady with the first toneless note she spoke. To Shackel she seemed so far from everything, distant. But yet, he felt a strong connection, as if they would understand each other. He ate six cookies and was half way through another at this time. Bringing it back up for another bite, he saw her yawn and for a second showed tiredness, a single moment in which Shackel knew he wouldn't see to often. What he saw was a softer Beatrix, her face and mask dropped. He set the pastry down and stood up. "It is late. Can I have a room?" He watched her snap out of her sleepy state and stood up with a nod. "Of course, Lord Sin." Beatrix lead Shackel to a room, and by morning he was gone. She found the room empty except a small note.
Till next time,
My Beatrix
She took a moment to reread it about a dozen times before tossing the evidence away with a smile across her face. "Till next time, Lord Shackel Sin." She whispered as it was covered up by the crackle of the fire, its glow upon her pale complexion.
~ The First Follower ~
Shackels Breathe turned to steam in the cool of the morning. His teeth slightly chattered in the mist that had collected across the towns grounds. His stomach made sounds of hunger, as he walked along the paths. Looking around carefully, he had to double look to his right. His fathers tall figure was headed his way at a brisk pace. Shackel ran forward, his father following. Taking twisting paths, and turning when he could, a hand reached out and snatched him. Shackel tried to struggle as a hand covered his mouth. "Quiet boy!" A soft but sturdy voice calmed Shackel down as he was turned inside of a shop. "Come Master." The figure guided Shackel to a closet with a cloth covering the entrance. The mystery man placed Shackel into it. "Please, stay quiet Master Sin." He closed the cloth and left Shackel where he stood. I am not the Master of my last name yet. Why does he refer to me so? He pondered the thought, the question that would be answered with time. His attention was then turned to the noise of the door opening and his fathers voice.
"Wist, I am looking for my son. Is he here? Careful with your tongue, if you wish to keep it." His father must of been talking to the man that was hiding Shackel. Wist was his name, the name of the man that referred to Shackel as Master sin. "I am afraid I have no knowledge of your son, and where his feet may of taken him." Mr. Wist had moved across the room and spoke in a calm tone, quiet as well. "So you are not hiding him?" His fathers voice was annoyed, not a good sign. All of the sudden there were loud crashes, and the sound of glass breaking across the floor. "I do hope you plan on paying for all of that..." With the coolness of Wist's voice, and the pause that followed gave Shackel the impression that his father wasn't quite sure on what to do. "Well? Father of Sin, where is the gold for that glass?" Wist sounded closer, and now Shackels father answered. "I am not Father of Sin, I am Lord Sin. I shall not pay for your glass wear as if I recall correctly, you owe me." His fathers voice was a bit uneased as he spoke, as if he was unsure of who stood where.
"Ah, Mr. Sin, I owe you nothing. However, you now must pay for that in which I can not sell." Shackel stood behind the curtain a grin across his face. Mr. Wist has pronounced me as house owner, as Master of the Sin name. He couldn't be happier as he heard more of his fathers frustrations, and he knew that it was just the beginning for his father. Before Shackel ended the current owner, that man would go to hell, his father will indeed burn for the meaningless way he has ran the house. "Master Sin! I am the master of the Sin Name! Lord of its house and lands! This has been true since my own father died!" His voice was high and almost fear like, as the previous Lord of Sins shrilled against Wist. "No, you are not any more, or at least not for long. I do see death in your future, you and your wife. I will tell you I have met your son earlier the other day. He is very much like the first Sin, your own Father."
Although Shackel couldn't see it, Wist smiled. "His time is soon. His body shall catch up to his mind, and then Sin that is no more, what shall you do?" Wist started to move along, his foot steps a little heavy as he was a sturdy broad man. "Shackel! Here my words boy! I WILL FIND YOU!" A bash of the door, and his father left the shop. After a couple of quiet moments, the shop owner checked out his window, then closed the cloaks across them and barred the door. "You can come out, Master Sin." Shackel drew the sheet and revealed the room along with the mess that was left. His steady eyes now on the shop owner. "Mr. Wist, correct? Why have you given me such a tittle, it has yet been passed down." He stood tall, a small glow of glee came from his face as the tittle he has longed for was given to him so soon. "In my eyes, Lord of Sins, your father was never fit for such a grand tittle." Mr. Wist grinned, as he had said the word father like it was a pile of molded trash.
TBC!
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