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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 28, 2013 13:56:07 GMT -5
She'd seen the ballroom filled with people, rich snobby people in fancy dresses trying to show how sophisticated and elegant they were for the Monarch. What a bunch of bullshit. Prancing around and throwing their wealth around to get into good standing with the ruling party. Pathetic honestly. Laurel could give a rats ass about the grand parties her grand-father liked to hold, honestly the only reason she'd even go to them was because of Willow. The young girl was more like a sister to her than a seven year old aunt, and Laurel would do just about anything for her. Including suffering through bullshit balls so Laevinus can feel all high and mighty and important. But right now? There were no parties and it was the middle of the day, the ball room was clear, the floors glistening from being cleaned earlier that day.
So what was Laurel doing in an empty ball room in the middle of the day when she was supposed to be in school learning some bullshit about grammar and such? Dancing of course. Or trying too, since her dance partner probably didn't want anything to do with her or the place she'd dragged him too. Laurel'd come to the citadel drunk one night when Rudy was brought in, she'd been in a fantastically grand mood, and when she saw Rudy she decided she needed someone to snack on occasionally. So, she told the guards leading him to the cells to back the fuck off and grabbed Rudy's arm and dragged him away. Just like that. She had an official title of princess you know, no one fucked with the Forysth name, and no one was willing to tell the Monarch's grand-daughter no.
And that's how she ended up with Rudy. When she woke up the next morning, an uncomfortable Rudy sitting in the room she called hers at the citadel she nearly laughed herself to death. Really, of all the things she could have done, she went and got herself a human. One that was so very anti-monarch she could almost FEEL the animosity Rudy had for being so close to someone he probably hated so much. It just amused her. Though the biggest thing Laurel was finding an issue with was the fact that she didn't really have any place for him. She was supposed to be at the school, and she was pretty damn sure Kurai wouldn't appreciate her bringing Rudy around, and she was pretty sure Rudy wouldn't have liked to share a tiny bed with her, so she found herself with a bit of a problem.
Which she solved, proudly mind you, she just bought him a house. Well, her father got it for her. He wasn't thrilled with the thought of Laurel sharing a small bed with Rudy either, which almost made Laurel not get Rudy the house and tell her father if he didn't want Rudy sleeping in the same bed as her he needed to let her come home. Yeah, like that would happen. So anyways, here she was, in the ballroom, taking a drink from the cappuccino she'd gotten before heading to the citadel. And just about glaring at Rudy. She was in a dancing mood, which wasn't odd for her, she did a lot of dancing in New Orleans and if she was being honest, she'd enjoyed those years very much. Minus the drugs. So she wanted to dance, and she didn't want to go to english class. And she had a perfectly capable dance partner with her (or she just assumed). No reason he couldn't dance with her.
"You should do my english homework, you're good with all that shit aren't you?" She commented idly before taking another sip of her drink, tapping her foot lightly. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have him do her homework, or (if she could temper her pride) get him to help her with it. She sucked with english, that was the honest truth, and she was struggling. Mostly because she got so frustrated with it she'd decided not to give a shit anymore. Stopped going to class, stopped doing her homework. She was a seventy-year old vampire, she didn't need to go to school. She set her drink down on the wooden floor, debating knocking it over just to be a bitch crossed her mind before she figured she was already probably pushing it with keeping a human rebel so close to the citadel anyways.
"Alright, c'mon, you can dance right? Well, it doesn't matter, I'll teach you if you don't. I'll even let you pick the dance" She grinned at him, stepping away from her drink and more out into the middle of the massive ball room, ushering him closer with her hands. "Don't have all day buttercup, well I do, but that's not the point." She was feeling rather good today, which was saying something since the past week had been odd as all hell, what with some odd heated moments with a random vampire she'd met at indulgence, and then being stalked by another random, if not a bit creepy vampire at school. She supposed this was her day to just relax and not worry about anything. She never worried about anything when she was dancing. Words: 824 Tag: Rudy Notes: Um..let me know if anythings wrong or something xD |
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Post by Rudolph Harvey Matheson on May 31, 2013 12:29:45 GMT -5
This being a pet thing? Not half bad if he was willing to admit it to himself, which of course he wasn’t. No, this was Rudy Matheson, more intent on bringing down the current regime than the standard rebel scum, producer of illegal pamphlets and outspoken enemy of the crown. Was it really any wonder that the Tracker wanted him out of the picture permanently? No, not at all. Plus the fact that Rudy had just sang raunchy fraternity songs at the top of his lungs when asked to talk about life in the camp and where it was. And so, he considered his life from day to be a big “fuck you” to the man trying to bring the camp in and make all of the free humans into pets like he now was. Of course, then there was the factor of who he belonged to. Laurel Forsyth, granddaughter of the Monarch and unhappy student at the academy. That was a twist in the tale, but at least he got a place to himself while she did whatever it was that she did at school. It had been long enough since his last round of schooling that he couldn’t remember the details, but he could remember how strange it was to be in journalism school while a war raged on, sometimes on their front stoop.
And so that led to the current situation of him being drug away from his books and his indoor pool and weight machines and stocked kitchen to the citadel to dance. He did his best impression of a wallflower, tucking himself against the wall and crossing his arms. He didn’t dance. He hadn’t danced since college and even then it had been a means to a rather particular end that was not likely to occur here. No, he didn’t dance for the sake of dancing. Never had, never would. Sure, he knew all of the steps and how to be a gentleman and dance all of the formal crap, but he’d never been enthusiastic about it, it had just been something that his mother insisted that he know for when he was an adult and dealing with the business world.
At the mention of the english homework, well, the best word to describe his immediate physical reaction was a full body huff. “Yeah, because I did my own homework,” he said rather snidely. He’d used binders and files to get himself through those annoying required math and science courses, but his english and his history? Those had been all him, no help from the binders collected from time immemorial by the swim team or his fraternity were used there. Why? Because that was what mattered about his degree. It didn’t matter if he could calculate the number of moles of something required to react with something else as a journalist, but damn if it did matter if he could write and put the conflicts and situations that he was reporting on in context. Of course, now that didn’t even matter, did it? Gone was any hope for a Pulitzer or something along those lines. Now he was just one human in the grand continuum of the food chain. What a wonderful world.
“I can, but I don’t,” he responded. “I find it to be....” he searched for the word that he wanted, something that carried the disdain that he felt for over complicated walking “... overrated.” It was a close approximation to what he wanted to say. He’d have to sit down with his thesaurus and figure out exactly which word he was searching for, but that was something for later. “If you’re so gung ho about dancing, why don’t you just dance? We’re not in the 18th century anymore, it is acceptable to dance alone in this modern age,” he said, wishing that he was back in his nice warm house with his books and his kitchen. He’d been planning on making a pot pie to chow on for the next few weeks. Now though, he was fairly sure that plan was out the window.
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note: apparently, old man symdrome hit him. IDK WHERE MY NORMAL SASS MONSTER IS >.>
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 8, 2013 10:07:35 GMT -5
She supposed if she actually put some effort into it she could do her own homework. But the point was she didn't want to be in school and she wasn't interested in good grades or homework or going to class. She was being forced to go by her father who had some stupid notion that she'd be better off with an education. Which was a crock of shit if you asked her. She hadn't had any sort of education for the past seventy years and she'd gotten by just fine. And now she could just mooch off her father and grand-father if she really wanted too.
She doubted either of them would appreciate that much but the last thing on Laurel's mind was school. Which was evident given the fact she'd dragged Rudy to the citadel. It really was quite obvious that he would rather be anywhere but here. Laurel hardly bothered him about anything, gave him his own damn house, let him do what he wanted to an extent of course, but he was as free as he could get. So the whole pouting about being in the citadel and her wanting to dance? Annoying as all fucking hell. She pursed her lips at his answer about her english homework and she rolled her eyes.
"Good, you'll do just fine with mine." She rose an eyebrow, daring him to argue with her, which she was fully prepared to do. And if she had to get nasty to get him to do what she wanted, then fine, she would. But she wasn't doing that god damn homework. She hated being in school and she hated having to do homework. Besides, would he be happy to have something to do other than sit around and slowly die? Who the fuck knew. Anyways, that little argument aside, the real reason she'd come to the citadel was because she wanted to dance.
At his refusal she pursed her lips again, giving him a blank stare in return. "Not the kind of dancing I like sugar, takes two to tango you know" She motioned for him to step closer again, completely serious about him dancing with her. "Seriously Rudy, don't be an ass. If you prefer, I could get a bite, then go find another dance partner" She flashed him a grin, and while her words were mostly careless there was a very real threat behind them. If he wouldn't cooperate she'd make things difficult, if he didn't want to be a snack he'd be a fucking dance partner.
And if that still didn't sound like a good deal to him, well she supposed she could threaten him with Anthony. He might call her on that, but she'd taken Rudy because of a drunken decision. She had no real reason to keep him around, and he should realize that there was a thin line between her just tossing him to the wolves and her keeping him safe. She didn't have to protect him, and if he pushed her, she wouldn't. And if she was having these thoughts over such a simple thing as him not dancing with her, well it might be safe to say on anything bigger she'd probably just toss his ass right out.
She liked having Rudy around, he was sassy and she liked sassy. Of course, she'd rather not deal with it every fucking second she tried to interact with him. She could understand that he didn't like his position, she wouldn't like being caged so, but that was how it was. She supposed that's one of the reasons she let him do pretty much whatever he wanted. Because she wouldn't want to be caged either. She'd just had the better luck was all. Words: 625 Tag: Rudy Notes: Kinda crappy, but its a post! |
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