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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 11:31 am
Unless you are The Master, which you are most likely not, then you've probably been forced to enter The City. The City, the place where the majority of the citizens of this land are located. A place of fun, crime, food, comotion, revalry, and scum. As all cities are... Lady Kathren only visits this place on certain occasions such as invitational balls and what not. No, she would much more prefer to stay within the confines of her most suitable manor and send a servant along to do the work required in this place. Though normally she will send a lowly servant such as a maid or a cook (though worthless), sometimes, on a rare occasion, one might see Mr. Grey himself wandering about the streets... Or more likely, the back alleys... For Mr. Grey is the one to do the work that is less... Respectable... Though always ordered.
The City is full of shops, venues, carrages, buildings. Everything that one's heart may desire to find in such a place. It is grande, the buildings all designed in a rather Victorian Setting. Though the less fortunate areas can be rather... dismal to say the least. The city has gone through much in its years. The plague, the black death, the red death, robberies, murders, mass murders, serial murders... It has seen everything...
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:30 am
A man dressed in a black suit with white embrodery walked swiftly through the morning streets. Only being 10:30 a.m. The entire town had yet to truely rise from their slumber. Especially on a saturday such as today. The shops, of course, had opened up around 9:00, but these meant nothing to the man.
The man had a black half-cloak draped over his shoulders and running down to about his mid-abdominal region of his torso. This allowed for the man to continue his journey whilst drawing as little attention as he could.
But this was not always so easy, especially not with his porcelain skin, or his brightly lit, white hair. And especially not with his smoldering eyes. Yes, this man was indeed the one and only, Mr. Dorian Grey...
Dorian continued to walk, ignoring a few gasps he heard as he passed a group of young women (he had gotten used to this long ago) and headed towards a more... dark region of the city... A place where most would not dare step... The Underground.
The Underground- a slang term for what is most likely the most dangerous regions in the entire country, ranking on the top fifteen in the world. Most would not be so foolish as to go wandering about in this area... Not if they wished to live... OF course, there was always those who grew up here, had families, and survived. But to do so is either luck or due to enduring the hardest and growing upon it.
Dorian, however, showed no fear, no uneasiness, no hesitation as he plunged into this vile area. He had a job, he would see it finished. For if he did not, he was unsuitable to serve Lady Kathren.
As if on cue, within five minutes of his entrance into this no-mans-land, a dirty individual jumped out from an alley, holding a knife up to Dorian. The individual had the frame of a rather strong man, built of pure muscle, as if fighting was his life. Dorian, whose frame was ever so delicate in appearance, looked as if he could be eaten by such a large man. But even as the giant threatened him with death unless he give way to robbery, Dorian's eyes remained quiescent, not even suprised by this man.
Taken back by Dorian's unchanging demener, the Large man struck forward with the blade. Dorian, however, did not show any sign of fear. Instead, in one swift movement, he sidestepped the man's arm, his own hand whipping forward and grabbing the wrist of the knife hand. He then twisted the entire arm until it was behind the giant. forcing him forward and onto the ground. From here, Dorian gently grabbed the man's other wrist, using both of his arms to lift them behind the man's back. This forced the man to kneel, with Dorian behind him. Dorian placed his foot upon the back of the giant and in one swift movement, he jerked both of the giant's arms backward, causing a swift crunch as they were both dislocated at both the shoulder and arm joint, rendering them useless.
The giant instantly succumbed to the pain and he twitched on the ground, his body going into shock. But nobody would ever care for this was The Underground, to die here is to simply exist no more...
Dorian continued onward for about a half an hour, until he arrived at the place he set out for. Before him stood a rather old looking building, as if left over from the City's old years (as most of The Underground was). Above an old, gothic styled wood door, hung a rather large, wooden sign. Upon it said, "Undertaker." Dorian smiled as he knew he was about to see his old friend once more... A friend that had been here long before even he arrived....
Dorian tapped the bell above the door with the back of his forefinger. The door immediatly creeked open and Mr. Grey stepped in... {{This is annoying, my functions for bolding and sizing and other stuff like that are not working properly... Sorry...}}
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 10:32 pm
Dorian Grey must have left that building at some point during the morning.. For when it was almost high noon, if one were to look promptly to the enterance of The Underground, they would have seen Mr. Grey leaving it.
His attire did not appear to be torn or scratched in any manner. But yet dispite it's perfect texture, their was blood upon his outfit. But it was not his blood, was it? He walked with a brisk pace so he might return to The Manor and return to his duties. his investigation, though shorter than he had expected, was a bit violent... The Undertaker had given him the information he desired, which he then followed until his findings had lead him to the place he truely wanted to be. Here the violence began...
But enough about such a gruesome tale... So Mr. Grey walked through the market plaza, now alive with the many citizens of The City. As he walked, dispite the blood that was drying to his black suit, women still could not resist the urge to stare and gawk. Dorian had already dispatched of the half cloak that he had arrived in, it proving too much of an impediment to his movement. This allowed the female eye to see his torso's shape (which was actually rather delicate in appearance). But they had all heard tale of his incredible prowess, his uncanny speed, his defiant strength. Oh how they longed to touch the property of His Master. But they could not, for to trepass would mean possible punishment...
He arrived at the outskirts of town, a black carraige drawn by black horses waiting. He nodded to the cloaked driver and stepped in, starting his journey back home...
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