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Post by Satal on Dec 6, 2009 20:53:13 GMT -5
This is a rp between Valendil and I. Hope you enjoy. Remember, if you are to comment, please put your words in (( ... )) so we can tell the rp from the comments. Thank you.
Valendil plays :
Valentine- older brother Tristan - younger brother
I play:
Farvardin - an angel Valaris - a trap xD
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Post by Satal on Dec 6, 2009 20:57:47 GMT -5
There was an angel who looked down upon the world with comtempt and scorn. He hated humans, the very way they lived made him sick to his stomach. His wings would bristle at the tales the guardian angels would tell. But one day God called upon him. God disapproved at the way the vain angel saw humans. The angel trembled in fear at the mission that was placed upon his winged shoulders. He was to go to earth and according to the will of the humans around him, his beautiful ivory wings would turn soot black or remain white. In a months time, if his wings were white, he could return to heaven. If not... that was the thing the angel feared the worst.
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Post by Amayasama on Dec 7, 2009 16:46:50 GMT -5
((D: Oh noes! *brings out white paint* I'll love you my dear angel!))
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Post by Satal on Dec 7, 2009 19:17:25 GMT -5
Rain pounded around the small form that was dashing through the tall grass. He was not happy, the fierce frown on his face said that much. The rain pelted down upon him, banging against his sensitive wings. If he were his natural size, Farvardin would tower over the landscape, or at least the grass that hindered his journey. He flared his dull grey wings painfully. Since the pure white colored had been lost, they hurt him badly. The rain tore at the delicate feathers without mercy.
"Lord, why must I be punished so?" the angel moaned falling into the muck the rain had started to create. He sunk into the mud up to his hips. Hot tears ran down his face as bitter thoughts wormed their way into his usually pure mind.
"I wish fire would take these damned humans!" he spat. Struggling, the angel found himself stuck fast into the muck. He beat his wings frantically as he clawed at the earth. Mud was smeared in his straight knee-length gold hair and his periwinkle eyes were wide with fear. He had to get out,he HAD to.
"God help me!" he moaned lamentfully pounding the earth feebly with his tiny fists. God had taken his size,his power, and his beauty. And the earth had taken his movment. A human would have to find him to help, but the angel did not want that. Humans were cruel and cold-hearted creatures. Hell was all they deserved. With a low pain filled moan, Farvardin's wings rose above his head to attmept the protect him from the light rain that seemed more like a downpour. A bell tolled close to where he was trapped, the school was letting out. He had been in the city long enough to know the sound.
He lay in the grime and prayed his hardest for protection and a savior that would not bring him more harm.
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Post by valendil on Dec 7, 2009 19:20:59 GMT -5
Feline was the only word to describe Valentine Ames' movements. Even half asleep his cat-like grace was strongly apparent. The clock shown 3:00pm. Giving a mighty yawn he rolled his way out if bed to stumble into the bathroom. "And another day begins." Yawning once again the young man barely outta boyhood stepped into the cold spray of water. The chill wiped the lingering cob webs from his mind. As the water slowly heated , Valentine quickly washed up going over the days plans.
"Tristan should be home about 3:30. Today is Friday, grocery day. Let's see, we need milk, eggs, bread, i think we're out of peanut butter again. Maybe we could get something special for dinner...." The list of things to do continued as he stepped out from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Shocking celery colored eyes stared worriedly back at him through the fogged mirror. A hair dryer sat next to the sink and as Valentine turned it on he imagined he could blow away his troubles as easily as he could dry his hair.
At the ripe old age of 22 Valentine's life was upside down. He and his younger brother Tristan never seemed to have enough money these days. Not after the accident five months ago that had claimed both their parents lives. Soon after Valentine had had to sell the house and move downtown into a cheaper apartment.
He had found a job just two blocks away and while not the most respected job around it served to pay the bills. Manila was a widely known male host club that reluctantly had taken him on a month ago. The fact that he was the soul guardian of his 8 year old brother had almost shot the deal but his striking good looks and simple charm finally won them over. From 6pm till 3am he was now Manilla's newest member. The hours had worried him in the beginning. It had meant that Tristan would be alone at night in the apartment but after investing in an extensive alarm system and spending hours going over the rules with the young boy, his mind had began to ease. Life was chugging along slowly but surely.
Running long fingers through now dry deep auburn hair, Valentine walked quickly out of the bathroom glancing at the clock. 3:28pm, Tristan was due home any minute. Clean boxes and jeans slipped comfortably over his hips as he padded bare footed and bare chested into the small eat in kitchen. Two bright red apples were produced and Valentine sat down with a small knife to chop them into slices and await the arrival of Tristan.
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Post by valendil on Dec 7, 2009 19:22:36 GMT -5
((Ish working on Tristans post Dx))
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Post by valendil on Dec 7, 2009 21:01:35 GMT -5
While his older brother had inherited more of their fathers dark good looks, Tristan had come out the striking image of his mother. Bright and unruly strawberry blond curls framed an expressive pale face. His startling green eyes, so like his brother and in turn their mother, had quickly won over the hearts of every teacher working at his school. And school was were he waited. The clock had been ticking down the time to leave for what seemed like an eternity. Not so long ago his life had been normal, safe, but after the passing of his parents and the upheaval of a new school closer to his new home, Tristan had begun to worry. He worried about being away from home, about food and money. Things a 8 year old should never have to think of. He worried most of all about his brother Valentine. Without their mom and dad around to help life had gotten tight. Second hand clothes and simple meals where becoming the norm. His brother had promised though that soon they would be back on their feet. A steady job position had opened up and once Valentine could establish a name for himself, worrying about money would be a thing of the past. Tristan didn't even mind too much the late hours without his sibling. He knew that one call could put them in contact if anything ever came up and every night at 9pm without fail a call would come to wish the young boy a safe goodnight.
With a the sound of a low bell, multiple chairs scraped across the floor as twenty pairs of feet made their way out the classroom door. School was finally out. Heavy thoughts aside Tristan couldn't wait to get back to the apartment. The distance was short. Only about a 15 minute walk but looking out at the rain he wished it was shorter. This morning he had forgotten his umbrella and even though it wasn't coming down hard he knew the rain would soak him through by the time he was able to reach home. With a sigh Tristan slung his jacket over his back pack to protect it from the damp and started out across the school's field. Only a few yards out, down turned eyes caught sight of some kind of gray bug huddled in the mud. Straining to make it out he stopped to squat down and reach out a hand. "What kind of poor bug are you caught out in the mud? Don't you know to hide when it rains?" The muddy figure was strangely warm against his tiny fingers. Squinting he could make out wings and what seemed like gold hair beneath a layer of sloppy mud. A small human looking face topped it all. What was this thing? The boy gasped. "You're no bug..."
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Post by natalie on Dec 8, 2009 1:46:56 GMT -5
(... Really great start, Very well written, I like al the details and descriptions, makes it seem realistic, you guys are doing a great job!!...)
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Post by Amayasama on Dec 8, 2009 15:54:14 GMT -5
((^0^ Angel boy found! x3 Ohhh how cute is this? ;D <3 You two are the best~))
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Post by Satal on Dec 8, 2009 18:13:44 GMT -5
The angel lay he head against the muck. A sharp pain throbbed in his left leg. I had to have been broken since it struck a rock at the most queer of angles. A heavy moan issued itself from his pale lips as the earth continued to swallow up his fragile form. Tears fell freely from his watery eyes. He began to sing weak praises to his Lord, his voice breaking with his pitiful sobbing. He was loosing hope.
Tremors cut his song short. He looked up to see a group of children pounding his way. With a sharp gasp, Farvardin ducked down into his mud hole and sheilded himself with his dirty wings. The giant running sneakers and brightly colored flip-flops all missed his cowering form, but some not by much.
"What type of trial is this?" the angel sniffled lamentfully. Something prodded his feathered wings. Farvardin froze in fear, a single tremor running down his spine. Suddenly, the movement stopped. From the elevation of the human and the pulsing rythem of his panicing heart, Farvardin could not clearly make out what the boy had said.
"Lord in Heaven..." the tiny creature began in prayer as he was forcefully dragged from the mud. He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped for the best, his tiny heart pounding blood through his fragile frame.
"You're no bug..." he heard the child gasp fearfully close to his feathered hiding spot. The warmth of the boy's grilled cheese scented breath washed sickly over the tiny firgure. Farvardin almpost gagged.
"No I am not a bug, I am one of God's powerful angels! No unhand me boy or suffer...!" The angel didn't receive a chance to finish his threat before he was dumped into the small pocket of the boy's backpack with the pencils and multicolored gel pens the boy owned. Farvardin yelped as his source of light was cut off. The angel wanted to scream profanities at the human but held himself back. Scared and in pain due to his broken shin, the agel curled up into the best ball he could make in his bouncing prision and cried.
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Post by natalie on Dec 8, 2009 20:45:12 GMT -5
( Glad the boy found him, Poor Angel. I like the title. )
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Post by valendil on Dec 9, 2009 6:41:26 GMT -5
The wind had begun to pick up. Droplets of water were whipped into his eyes, blurring his vision but Tristan didn't care. He let instinct drive him as he weaved his way through the crowds rushing home to their own protection. Feet pounding faster and faster his mind worked franticly. "Wait till brother sees this. He'll never believe me!" His voice came out in gasps. Finally spotting the apartment, a small key was dug out from under his t-shirt. Hollow booms followed pounding tennis shoes up a steep staircase to the second floor. The key fit snugly in the lock as Tristan burst through his front door only to let it slam shut behind him. "Brother Val! Look at what I found! Look look!" His voice floated toward the kitchen with an almost shrill desperation on account of his lack of breath. The run home had stolen most of the coordination in the child as well. Attempting to kick off soaking shoes while still making his way toward his brother, Tristan became tediously off balance.
The ruckus from the front room distracted Valentine causing the knife to slip and draw a thin sliver of blood from his finger. He quickly dropped it and stuck the throbbing finger into his mouth. "God..." Pulling the offending digit out of his mouth he quickly inspected the damage and called out to his young brother. "Tristan! Didn't I ask you to please not slam the door?" Another bang had Valentine out of his chair and sprinting into the living room. Tristan lade sprawled face down, one shoe still half on. He gasped kneeling besides the boy. "Hey, are you ok?" The body before him suddenly sprung to life. "Brother, brother! You have to see what I found!" Tristan scrambled onto his knees swinging his backpack to his front. "Found him in the school yard. He was all covered in the mud." A small pocket was unzipped and a searching hand was thrust inside. "You ok in there?" "Now Tristan, you didn't bring home another pet did you? You know we can't afford to keep any kind of animal. It's just not possible right now. I'm sorry but.......what is that?" Something gray and caked with mud was thrust under his nose. "He said he's an angel Val. A real live angel!"
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Post by valendil on Dec 9, 2009 6:44:28 GMT -5
((Crappy post alert! Dx Soooooo tired. I almost forgot and went to bed but I got it in before school so xP There is ubber luv. Good luck.))
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Post by Amayasama on Dec 9, 2009 21:37:37 GMT -5
((o.o Oh! XD; Guess an 8 year old doesn't understand gentle yet eh? XD Love him anyway!))
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Post by Satal on Dec 10, 2009 14:04:45 GMT -5
The angel began to tremble when all of the child's movements came to a sudden halt. His wings drew around him as his prison luched forward in a quake. The child must have tripped and fallen.Most angels in Farvardin's place would have attempted to aid the poor child, but this angel could not care less if the child tripped his way to hell much less to the carpeted floor. Farvardin's cold stone blue eyes scanned the backpack for any opening he could escape from. There was none.
"God damn this!" he snarled pounding the soft walls with tightly curled fists. As if to answer his curses, a hand was thrust into the bag to drag Farvardin out by his waist.
"Oh Lord no!" the angel shouted trying to get out of the imposing hand any way he could without breaking his delicate wings. He could never return to Heaven without those feathered apendages in tact.
Quickly giving up the fruitless struggle, Farvardin went limp in the boy's hand as he was waved about like a prize.
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Post by Amayasama on Dec 10, 2009 15:58:35 GMT -5
((;^; Poor Farvardin...^^; He's just not having a good day eh?))
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Post by natalie on Dec 11, 2009 0:35:16 GMT -5
{ Yeah, I agree with Amayasama!! }
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Post by Satal on Dec 12, 2009 22:58:52 GMT -5
((Yeah guys... um... Mel and I are having a falling out so this rp is on hold and possibly dead. <__< I would say I was sorry but... kinda not. ))
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Post by Amayasama on Dec 13, 2009 18:59:51 GMT -5
((^^ That's okay <3 Ideas fall through and stay, no problem dear...D: I just hope you two are okay))
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Post by Satal on Jan 11, 2010 15:47:12 GMT -5
((It is back on! VAL! POST! D< ))
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