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 Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:55 pm
** -Angels-Storm- and RastkoB only please **  ➴ ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｃａｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｆａｉｒｙｔａｌｅｓ. . .xxxxxxxx wakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakka ⋞ i n s p i r a t i o n ⋟wakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakka stardust_ &_ ever afterwakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakka ⋞ o w n e r s ⋟wakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakka -Angels-Storm-_ &_ RastkoBwakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakka ⋞ t h e m e s ⋟wakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkawakkaromance,_ fantasy_ &_ action
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 2:23 pm
〖 ➴ ＲＵＬＥＳ 〗 xxxxO1. This forum belongs to myself and RastkoB, ergo we are the only ones who are to be posting here. SO, for all of you poor misguided souls who found yourself here, GET OUT!!! Please.xxxxO2. If you do not follow the rules above and do not go away, I have no problem with you stalking the site, as long as you do not post, do not steal the characters, and do not steal the story!!!xxxxO3. If this RP happens to inspire you, please credit us, for it took a lot of planning and hard work to complete.xxxxO4. Because this is a 1x1 RP, my RP partner RastkoB and I are allowed to post and say just about anything we want, so dont critisize what we post. I hate trolling.xxxxO5. If you follow the four rules above, we'll do just fine~══════════════════════════
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 3:49 pm
〖 ➴ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ 〗 X➴ Tiberius Novusﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Once I was young ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Curious, accepting, stubborn, reserved xxxO2. • ⊰ x Born into nobility and possibly of angelic descent xxxO3. • ⊰ x The moon is lovely isn't it xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx RastkoB X➴ Lyla Swann ﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Once apon a time ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Quiet, timid, kind & caring, yet also bold and daring at times xxxO2. • ⊰ x Exiled daughter of a demon xxxO3. • ⊰ x Fate has cast me the role of an ugly duckling. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -Angels-Storm- ══════════════════════════
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 2:34 pm
 ＬＹＬＡ_ ❀ _ ＳＷＡＮＮ████████ ██████████████████████████████████████ ████████ ⊰ Why doesn't anyone stay here? ⊱⊰ Why do they leave me? ⊱⊰ Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll? ⊱⊰ Small, unsure, beautiful. Breakable. ⊱Early morning in downtown London. The sun had barely risen over the horrizon, and the street's were completely empty... Well, almost empty. One person. a tall, slender young woman in a long cloak, hooded so that if there was anyone else on the street they wouldnt be able to see her face. She walked slowly and quietly, heading towards the market area of London, but more specifically the Tailor Shop. It was nowhere near the time of day when the stores would start opening up, but working through the night and before the break of dawn was this girl's job, since being out in the daylight amoung the other mortals would be quite the dangerous task considering her 'condition'...
Walking around to the back door of the Tailor Shop, she opened the door smoothly and quietly, so that it wouldnt creek and wake the owner of the shop who lived in the appartment upstaires... Although, her efforts to be quiet had pretty much been a waste, since she found the owner of the shop, a short, plump woman with a permanent scowl etched on her wrinkley old face standing in the middle of the shop, arms crossed in a very irritated manner. "You're late Lyla! You should have been here starting on those new fabrics an hour ago!" She spat angrily, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I-I'm sorry Miss LeFante... I had a little trouble getting her this morning..." Lyla mummbled, fiddling with the edge of her cloak where it had been torn on her way to work. A couple of drunk soldiers had caught her outside the bar while she was walking down the street, and they start yelling and attacking her while saying things like "Why do you even show your face around this town you freak!" and "You'd better get out of here before we cage you like the monster you are!" She had managed to get away, only suffering a couple bad scratches. Nothing that wouldn't heal eventually though.
"Well, you should get going quickly now so you can make up for the time you lost!" Miss LaFante screetched at Lyla, shoving her over towards the sewing machine before making her way into the front room of the shop while grummbling angry, fowl words.
Lyla simply sighed, and got to work pinning and stiching together the clothing and fabrics as swiftly as possible, so Miss LaFante wouldn't get any madder at her and keep her past 10, when the market started to get busy... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ＴｈｅxＵｇｌｙxＤｕｃｋｌｉｎｇ ❤
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:38 pm
 Tiberius Novus
Tiberius sat on a wooden stool and his face dripped with sweat. Leaning his body forwards her tried to catch his breath but the breastplate he wore was rather restricting hen it came to such things. A few thoughts wandered about his mind and he reached for a near by rag and proceeded to clear his face. Leaning back he felt the pressure loosen around his body, a huff of air came from him a few moments later. "Uncle at this rate you shall beat me to death" he joked. All he heard was a laugh from the old man. He was currently staying with his uncle as part of his training and apparently it was something that was done through out his family. Although the idea of being royalty did not appeal to him but he could not help that he was born into nobility.
"You can go rest for the day but I want you back by night fall" the old man said. Tiberius looked over at his uncle and nodded before smiling lightly. He would head to London and visit one of the local tailors. It was not so much that he required clothing but wished to see a specific individual, she was the one that did most of the work from what he saw. All she had done was peek his interest and nothing more but it would be near impossible to get rid of him because of that. Rising to his feet he walked back to the armory and called one of the servants over to him. "Help me out of my armor" he said in as he looked over at the women. Soon enough the straps where removed and he was free to breath normally. He was left in wet clothing and headed to his room to change before heading out. A light fragrance came from him and it seemed he maids used something when they cleaned his clothing.
Tiberius made his way to the stables and mounted a large animal before heading off. The ride took some time but to him it was well worth the effort. A sword was on his left side and he wore clothing fit for a person of his status but he did not quite enjoy it so he would have something else made for him. The market was buzzy with activity as he moved through it and headed for the tailor. Pushing through the people that where there he found him self at the right location. A small smile formed on his lips but faded quickly as he entered into the store. The sound of a small bell filled his ears. His gaze came to rest on a short plump women at this moment. "Good day to you" he said as he walked further into the store. "I wish to know if I could have something made for me" he asked in a curious tone. He was rather up front with things and often did not wish to beat around the bush.
((Took long enough but hear it is.))
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