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New Roleplay!!! Yay! Koffee's contribution:
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Braelyn stared over the rolling hills of the kingdom wordlessly, expressing utter disrespect towards her "care-taker", as her mother had recently taken to calling Bell, a middle aged woman that seemed to have an endless supply of complaints and lessons.
"Are you listening to me?" Bell muttered irratably by Braelyn's side.
"No," she replied honestly. Bell sighed and rolled her eyes. She had long since resigned to Braelyn's moods, and would stubbornly sit through them.
"You know that Bridleton will never marry off their prince to a spoiled, irratible young child, don't you?" Bell's voice was gentler than usual, wary of upsetting her further.
"I'm aware of that," her voice was coarse and laced with supressed tears, "That is why I could care less what you're yammering about, seeing as I don't want to be married of to some 'Arian de Montage'," her voice dripped sarcasm and mock awe.
"Besides, he's probably some dolt that hasn't even found his Song yet," Braelyn's teeth dug stubbornly into her lip, and tears pricked the backs of her eyes, "And I've never even met him!" her voice cracked, and she collapsed into a pitiful heap next to Bell's feet, ashamed that a Princess should cry.
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I'm sorry, that's not very good, but I wanted to see what everyone else would add to it.
PS: In my next entries, I might start in first person, but I wanted to establish all the characters first :D
submitted by Koffee
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
((*raises hand* *gasp* what if Braelyn shot him?? Except for....that doesn't really seem like her....what if she was coming back to watch that little ceremony-a-ma-thing and then saw someone sneaking towards him with a knife....and just happened to have a gun handy? Nah, nevermind :P I like that twist though :D Quite good.))
(October 21, 2009 - 10:44 pm)
((*widens eyes* Oho. I kind of like that idea, Koffee...))
(October 22, 2009 - 4:09 pm)
@ Mary w., hmm. I don't like all that pressure. I'll have to think... Got it!
@Koffee, no, I like it. But your right, it doesn't seem like her. And whre would Jara be during that? Do you care if Braelyn does come back, though, but isn't the one to kill him?
The shot resounded through the room like thunder, and Jenette was sure the her world had ended. Or at least all she had left to live for. She pushed through the panicking crowd, falling to his side. He was gasping for precious breath and his eyes stared at her, having trouble focusing.
"I-" his voice was weak and faltering, "sorry."
Arain gasped. his side was painted bloody. Jenette thought her heart was already broken. She was wrong. What she felt now was a searing pain, a gaping hole in her chest. His pain was her pain, her pain was his. They both winced.
"shhh." whispered the maid gently. "you got what you wanted. But was it worth it? the death of your mother and father, your own fate? The game you were playing was a dangerous one, and you won't get another turn now. All the same, you are forgiven, my valiant one." she pressed her lips to his forehead. And then, she was yanked back, away from his dying body by Johann.
"come on." he urged gruffly. "You're in danger here. We have to get out."
"no!" she screamed. "I won't leave him!"
"you will." commanded Arian hisprojected voice sapping his strength.
and then, as Faeran;'s men advanced, Johann and Jenette fled.
But Johann knew the prince might live if he helped. But he was obliged to protect his beloved, and wouldn't let him hurt her again. Only the saftely of the stone tower where the servants slept would help her now.
Someone else saved Arian. She had vowed never to return, but here she was all the same, standing over her betrothed, a remorseful murderer.
And the remorseful murderer Braelyn saved.
(October 22, 2009 - 4:55 pm)
((@ Katie: You is quick thinker. ;) ))
//Arian//
Arian was very confused. Everything was quite dark, and there seemed to be muffled noises in the background of things. He tried to listen, then gave up. It hurt too much to concentrate.
There was a dull sort of throbbing somewhere, he knew that.
He tried to focus on the pain, because if at least he focused on that there would be /something/ in this vague sort of nothingness.
But then it became too hazy, and Arian figured it might be better to just give up and sleep. Sleep. That was a very appealing idea. His body began to relax.
The darkness was growing warmer, there was a prick of light somewhere, and Arian's thoughts got number. Just as he was about to sink into the folds of the darkness, a face swam into his head.
He jerked his head up, screaming a strange combination of who he wanted to see and who he saw. "Jebraehen--!" he yelled in a very unprincely manner.
He was hardly a prince anymore, anyway.
((Give me a break, I'm low on sleep ;D))
(October 22, 2009 - 6:06 pm)
((*hugs* Katie, you're a genius! :D))
She couldn't help it. She'd had to come back, to watch them lay the crown on his ever-scheming head. Jara had refused, vehemently, but Braelyn was much smarter than she looked. Immersed in the crowd in her peasants' clothes, it wasn't as if anyone were going to notice her. And if they did...well, she'd think of that when the time came.
Arian's face was so blank and empty as they laid the crown on his head, she nearly longed for the hard, merciless look in his eyes when he'd seen her in her room that night. That night that he'd kissed Jenette. Pain fluttered up to beat it's wings against her rib-cage, and Braelyn realized that - though she would never, ever admit it - that she was madly in love with Arian de Montage. And as she etched his face into her mind, standing there in the crowd, she saw his sereneness (is that a word??) break, and childish fear cross that beautiful, manipulative face. And his blood poured freely.
((Grrr....that's really bad of me! She's not supposed to be in love with him!!! Argh! I even had a character worked out that she'll fall in love with on the trip! This gypsy that I borrowed from another one of my stories....she would have been happy with him!!! *sigh* oh well, it seemed appropriate at the time....I couldn't help it.....I can always undo it... make her realize she was just hurt, and not broken-hearted. Yes. That's what I'll do....but later. *schemes*))
(October 22, 2009 - 7:07 pm)
What if Fahren does a double cross and "kills" Arian so that he can't oppose Fahren. That's actually what I thought happened.
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Bell looked around in the stuffy, semi-darkness of the sickroom. Where was that blasted nurse? The prince's bandages had to be changed and Bell certainly had no idea how to do that. Not that Braelyn would be any help, mooning over that wretch in the corner. Bell tossed her hair. She was tired of running after this flighy, little princess, with her ever-changing moods and ideas! What, in heavens name, was Bell going to do now?
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Bell threw herself down on her bed with a heavy sigh. After 15 minutes of searching throught the corriders, she had finally found the nurse who promised to see to Arian. She rolled over and looked at the floor. She had many questions running through her brain and she needed some time to herself. The rich, afternoon sunlight illuminated the magical creatures frozen in time, woven into the fabric. She allowed herself to relax, letting the worries and stress of the past few days roll over her. Suddenly, the hopleessness of the situation hit her and she began to weep. Her tears poured out of her eyes, fast and hot. What was she going to do to keep this foolhardy princess safe? Bell no longer trusted her by herself in case Braelyn's feelings got the better of her. She couldn't spend the rest of her life rescuing Braelyn from
situations like these. The princess was going to have to learn to take
care of herself. The question was, how?
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Bell isn't really mad at the princess, she's mad at herself. She feels lost for the first time in her life and has no idea hoe to cope. This prince drives her crazy because of what he did to Braelyn and the royal family. Looks like Bell is a control freak.:)
(October 23, 2009 - 2:52 pm)
Can I join this? I have a really great character named Aria. She's a master thief and sort of good/bad. She's also an animal tamer. I don't know how to work her into the story yet, but she seems like she fits.
(October 26, 2009 - 6:29 pm)
What is it about bad boys that drives medievil girls mad? *chortles I got nothing right now, and thank you, I am a quick thinker, and you two are very talented.
(October 23, 2009 - 3:01 pm)
((Re: random plot things:
@ Koffee: Aw, it's not such a bad idea (Braelyn actually being in love with Arian...). Though you might not want to take my input seriously, because I am just extremely flattered that suddenly everyone likes Arian while still hating him... that's kind of a compliment, I think... ;)
So yeah, totally ignore me. :D
@ Phoenix: Yeah, that was sort of what I was thinking too. Shall we go with that?
@ Katie: *smirk* I think it's the adrenaline/excitement...))
(October 23, 2009 - 6:15 pm)
Clearly I was tired last night, because I just read that over and it made zero sense.
(October 24, 2009 - 11:09 am)
@Mary w, no one could ignore you. Your ideas are too good.
Jenette tip-toed across the dew-paved grass near the edge of the forest, her pale bare feet creeping along silently. All she had to live for was gone. So what reason was there to live? She had no freedom, no love, no hope...
Of course there was Johann to consider. But that was just it. She didn't want to think about the boy who risked everything to save her from what she wanted most. And even if she reconsidered, where would she go? the nobles were dead. Every last one.
After reflecting on her thoughts for a few moments, Jenette slowed. It was for the best. She could no longer dwell in this misery. Pulling a dagger from her pocket she tried to collect herself. We will be together after this, she thought. The blade glinted wickedly in the moonlight and she poised it just above her heart, that was regrettably still beating, and Jenette prepared to thrust downward and stop the depression in its tracks.
(October 24, 2009 - 2:35 pm)
((Awww. Thanks. :D
Also: NO! Don't die, Jenette! *wrings hands frantically*))
//Arian//
"What's going on?" Arian demanded. "Where am I? What did Fahren do? Who died? Where's Jenette?" And, for good measure, "What?"
Braelyn, standing over him, raised an eyebrow.
"I'm confused," mumbled Arian, a bit abashed.
"Clearly." She smirked a little. "Your idol Fahren shot you during your coronation ceremony, and you almost died but I saved you." Arian opened his mouth to say something in the way of disbelief, then gratitude, then more confusion, but she cut him off. "You're currently in a secret... thingy that my father constructed in case something like this happened." ((is that okay for location? I was kinda confused myself there...)) "As for who died... mm... a large number of the nobility who tried to protest when Fahren proclaimed himself ruler of the country three days ago. And some townsfolk. And you. Or everyone thinks so anyway."
"I am alive, ri--?" Arian began, but then interrupted himself. "Everyone thinks I'm dead? Including Jenette?"
"I believe so, yes."
Arian tried to get out of bed, promptly fell, and banged hs head painfully. A glare from Braelyn coerced him into lying back down. "Well, find her for God's sake," he said through gritted teeth. "Get someone to find her and bring her here. Now. Before she... does something bad," he ended lamely.
Braelyn raised a eyebrow again, looking pained, then nodded. "I'll see what I can do... But I'd recommend you get out of the prince mindset."
(October 24, 2009 - 7:20 pm)
((Ooooh....*stares* (in a good way :D)))
Braelyn gathered her skirts in her hands and set off to find Jennete. She muttered to herself as she picked her way across the dewey grass.
"I can't believe he still picks her over me! I saved his life!" She blew a stray strand of hair off of her face and looked about. Something glinted in the moonlight off to her left, and she rounded a corner just in time to see Jennete, a knife poised delicately over her throat.....
((I figured Katie should write this part. I don't know if you want to kill her or not, and I figured it best not to interfere.... sorry, that was bad *cringes as she reads her own writing*))
(October 25, 2009 - 4:05 pm)
((Don't feel bad, this is gonna be even worse. :D))
//Arian//
Arian dressed in the clean robes that Braelyn had left for him on the bedside table. Smoothing them out, he felt something crinkly in one of the pockets. Pulling it out, he saw it was a letter addressed to him.
I'm sorry that you could not love me, Arian. And maybe more so I am sorry that I could not love you. But you do not strike me as the sort of person that needs loving. I know that you killed your father. I knew as soon as I heard he was dead. But I will not call the authorities, or rat you out. Because I will not fight hate with hate. I will fight it with indifference. I hope that you and Jenette will be very happy, and I pray that you don't break her heart too harshly. Be successful in your life, Arian. Love a little. I will never see you again, and I suppose that I never truly knew you.
~Braelyn
Arian read it over twice, three times. He felt his breath come more quickly and colour drain from his face. Did she really feel that way? ...What had he done?
((*screams in fury at self* *finally settles for just cringing like Koffee*
Why am I so bad at writing emotional scenes?...))
(October 26, 2009 - 10:01 am)
Pardon me, but what is the difference between role-play and round robin? (I'm new here)
(October 26, 2009 - 12:24 pm)