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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 27 2008, 10:37 PM (360 Views) | |
| Alice Coppelia | Jun 27 2008, 10:37 PM Post #1 |
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Auror
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The sky was bright blue and the entire park was alive. Butterflies lived and fluttered, and flowers bloomed. And yet, she sat there under her black umbrella, trimmed with black lace. She stood in stark contrast in white compared the very alive park. As if she weren't real; surreal. A ghost. Her hair had lost it's black tinting, and turned into a glorious white, though she was still very young. Blame the pureblood blood within her that gave the odd features. Like the dead; she gave that impression often. Garnet eyes stared out into the park, as she carefully watched the world around her, a book closed by her side. Her porcelein features changed as she heard the faint beating of wings. The heat of the day caused a statue in the background to sway. White pigeons swooped down below the treetops. Alice climbed to her feet, her white dress swaying with the movement. Despite her palen features, time had been good to her body, and she had bloomed into an otherwordly, yet frightening, beauty. However, the men that had fallen in love with the meloncholic beauty would have described her as one as being loveless. And in a sense, it was true. Her facial features rarely moved, like a doll. There was the rare time when she came across an animal or someone she hadn't cut off ties with. There were alot of people that she had befriended that she had to cut ties with; she was simply too dangerous to be around. Her job, the spirit that lingered around her made it nearly impossible to live a normal life. Not that was what she had wanted. She wanted to be left alone. Feathers drifted everywhere, the fluttering of birds. A flock of white pidgeons arrived at her feet--her hand extended, and a singular white one landed gracefully within her grasp. She smiled slightly, kindly, and the bird stared at her. "Sorry little one. I haven't brought anything with me today," she said softly. She ran a delicate looking finger down its head. The others around her feet cleaned their feathers--she was frightening to humans, but animals had this tendancy to feel safe around her. A large shadow blocked the sunlight, causing the birds to raise into the air again. She raised her hand into the air to let the bird fly into the blue sky. The beating of wings caused there to be a small air current, tossing her white light dress and her hair--she looked as if she could fly away as well. It was an otherwordly site. Even if I can be tamed only by loneliness I want the tail of a butterfly For my alluring, beautiful ankle-chain That connects me to door to Hades When the processed wind died down, she slowly turned, and lifted her head to her giant of a cousin. She offered no smile. After all, the last time she had seen him hadn't been on good terms. "Henrick," she said in a soft voice that could have frozen hell over. It was only a few days that she had recieved a letter from him, asking to meet up. Rarely was he in England, and neither was she--though she had left after the argument she had had with his Father. She didn't hate him though--she never could. Though she could allow herself to be angry--she had emotion around her beloved cousin. That was sign enough. Not to mention, she had been leaving a good deal of her paycheck in his personal bank account for his foundation; albeit anonymously. It seemed that she had been caught. |
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| Henrick Hanz | Jun 30 2008, 04:36 PM Post #2 |
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Henrick didn’t even know why he had written that missive. Well, he did actually. But he didn’t know why he had decided to do it now of all times. He could have done such earlier. Much earlier. It had been wrong to drag things out as long as he had. Because again, like always, something had happened, and he’d ended up closing himself off to his cousin. His poor cousin who didn’t deserve half of the anger and spite he’d felt at the time. It wasn’t her fault after all It wasn’t her fault at all that his parents had decided to do what they had done. What generations of pure blood families had done for centuries. It wasn’t her fault at all, but he’d still been angry at her. Because she’d actually listened to those uncaring idiots who only though to control him and save their bad names. She’d actually heard his parents through. He thought he’d made it clear to her at the time that it had not been like he’d asked for it. They’d thought to engage him. Force him to settle down. Force him to give up the foundation and become a good, strong Hanz man again. And they had thought to use the one girl sure to be able to keep the reigns tight about him. He was sure that his cousin would never forgive him, nor his parents for putting her into that rather uncomfortable and infuriating situation. After all, he could not forgive his parents for it either. But most of all, he could not forgive her. He’d told her straight out that he did not need her help. He had been doing well on his own, scraping by and fighting his hardest to find like minded allies. The money being secretly deposited was not something he wanted. That was her money. She should use it on her. Not on her wayward cousin’s idealistic quest. He’d been angry more because she had not told him. It had been a bank clerk who had told him. The clerk had mentioned his ‘beautiful wife’. He made the man describe his so called wife. Hanz had not been at all pleased by this. He knew who it was just by the first few lines. He let the man live. Still, he had no idea how to go about it. How to reach out to her and scold her. Henrick had finally sent a request for a meeting while he was in England. He’d secured all the money she’d ever given in secret, plus a little extra for interest. It was on him now. He was not afraid though. Only an idiot would try and mug someone like him. He just hoped that she would come. He was actually surprised when he did finally make it to the park. She was there. He could never mistake her for anyone else. Henrietta…no…it was Alice now. He had to remember that or call her by a name she no longer desired to carry with her. How sweet and innocent she looked with the birds around her. She would never change in his eyes. She would still be that same little girl he had given glasses to all those years ago. The same little girl who had taught him it was okay to have a different sort of strength. "Henrick," Her voice was so cold. It chilled him to the very bones. He didn’t allow that to affect him though. He shielded himself as best he could. It was impossible. He too was weak in front of his cousin. “Ett…Alice.” He corrected halfway through the childhood nickname. “I see zhat ju came after all. I am glad. Zhere is somezhing…zhat I vish to gif to ju.” His hand went into his rather deep coat pockets. To passers by, it might have looked like he was fishing for a ring to propose. But the sound he was making made it obvious that there was a great deal of money in those pockets. |
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| Alice Coppelia | Jul 6 2008, 10:00 PM Post #3 |
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Auror
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The birds flew torwards the blue sky--it was rare for there to be such a nice day as this in London. Usually the weather was so bleak that Alice didn't need to carry around an umbrella...even in the Spring and Summer months. Loose feathers floated softly towards the earth. It was surreal; much like her very own existance. It had been a while since they had been alone like this; and the last time she had seen him, when she was acting the part of the Auror, she had acted strictly professional, and she wouldn't look at him. At least in her own way she was admitting to feeling some kind of emotion; even if it was anger. She rarely felt anything these days. She was set on automatic; and she'd rather feel the overwhelming pleasant numbness than feeling the burden of emotional pain. Her existance flickered still only because of her cousin; time and time again it would threaten to fade out, only to return. She found some reason to...well, exist. Even if she was super ridiculously angry at his parents; her aunt and uncle for suggesting that they marry. The entire concept of marrying her beloved cousin actually had suprised her; sure, her family and his family intermarried a great deal--the complicated patterns could have actually landed Henrick in the same DNA category of brother if she had actually bothered to look and made a good argument for it, but. She couldn't bear to have a child. Not one that would carry on the Faust DNA. Specifically her DNA. -Her- blood. It had left her thoughtful. She knew that there were others that were just as likely to be cursed, and she couldn't stand the idea of her own child becomming...twisted. Possessed. First, she'd tear out her own reproductive organs. Then, she thought with twisted humor, she'd have to eradicate every single Faust. It was on her list of things to do...after she accomplished a couple of things. Secondly, there was only one person who she could imagine "being" with--even if the time they had spent together had been a mere two years. Even if he was who he was. Even if... But there were no "even if's". Her heart had experienced happiness for the first time all those years ago, and shortly after, it had frozen over. Perhaps the Faust curse was right--she was pre-destined to never have a lasting happiness. So, she chose to be by herself. To be solitary. So why was Henrick here? “Ett…Alice.” He corrected halfway through the childhood nickname. “I see zhat ju came after all. I am glad. Zhere is somezhing…zhat I vish to gif to ju.” She raised her hand and stepped back. "Henrick, nein. I will not take it," she said, with a deadpan yet matter-of-factly tone. Her eyes softened. Why wouldn't he just treat her horribly? She felt that....that was all she could accept. She could deal with his anger--she didn't know what to do with kindness. |
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