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Post by ALIVIA FAERIE on Jul 13, 2010 0:03:33 GMT -5
 CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUSH YOUdoes it seem to bringTHE WORST IN YOU OUT- - - - - - - -Alivia was in need of some flowers for her shop. Even with its extravgant dresses and decorations, the shop still needed something more to make it look much more happier. Flowers, she had decided, would make the shop look wonderful and cheery!
Her younger sister, Olive, wasn't so wonderful and cheery, seeming to make anything around her sad and gloomy. Young Olvie, at fourteen years of age, stood at five feet, two inches, had long slightly curly blond hair. She would have looked like the Real Alice if the girl only had different colored eyes, which she might get if she girl would just plant a seed inside someone and drained their emotions. Hey, it worked with Alivia.
Well, out in the fields were many of flowers, talking ones if you must know. They could drive some people crazy with their endless critisim and chit chat. But Alivia knew a way to end it. Just snap them off at their roots and their talking ends quickly. Not many could do this to someone who could talk, but she was ruthless, no matter how often she drained emotions from Lotti-Rahziel.
For quiet some distance, you could see the flowers talk, soak in the run or wither away. Their colors seemed to merge together, almost looking like painted picture. A moving picture, almost. As the wind passed by, several flowers would flop or loose their petals.
They quickly began to pick all sorts of flowers, cutting off the endless wailing or chitchat as they broke the stem. It was almost pleasurable watching the flowers die so quickly, feeling like a symbolism towards killing or breaking away from the nusiances in life.
Then Alivia's emotions kicked in. The senery made her want to dance or sing, just to enjoy the wonderful sight. But another part of her wanted to yell and scream at the flowers. They sounded like persisant, annoying, se?f-centered customers. Then again, the bussiness that she worked in relied mostly on the self-centered rich.
Looking out, she watched Olive, the girl shamelessly killing the annoying flowers. You could almost hear the faint cry for help as the emotionless girl kept picking and picking. Hell, someone had to do this job, to keep at least some people in Underland still sane. More than a half of this country was insane, stupid or foolish. The other half was made up of everything else from the brave to the shy.
With a sigh, Alivia bent down and plucked another flower from its roots and tossing it in her basket, half want to stay and the other half wanting to return to work, but as she looked out at Olive, you could see the young girl was enjoying herself. That is, to a certain extent, that is. You could never tell what or if that girl enjoyed or hated, but Alivia could somehow tell if the girl gave off bits of emotions.
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Post by KRISTOV NOBLE on Jul 14, 2010 10:42:26 GMT -5
Time within the castle was boring- a place his family had forced him to live- even though he chose the be loyal to one queen, and it was not the Red Queen. Neck cracked, body stretched, life would be easier if he could wipe the thought of revenge out of his mind, but for Kristov, he knew that would never happen. Laying in the grass within the meadow was nice and simple- except the annoying flowers- which he promptly plucked or crushed as he laid there.
Animals- he could understood if they talked, didn’t mind it either, often they had more to say than the humans he had encountered…. But flowers- they had no right to thoughts, the little bastards telling peoples deepest darkest for fun. It was something that made his body cringe with distaste. That is, before he saw the little emotionless girl happily-or what could be construed as ‘happy’- picking the flowers off at the roots.
Finally, more people thought like I do that these little bastards need to be silenced for good. Rolling over lazily he snatched the bouquet he had picked himself and stood to hand it to the young girl- before nearly missing the older one to his right. Attention went to her now instead- as it would seem inappropriate he give a child these flowers anyway. ”Well seeing as I almost ran into you as I stood… and I see your game of flower picking is going very well… I offer you some more I had picked- at least they will come in handy and not be mourned by the whiney twits.” –Cool it Kristov, you’re not sounding like the ‘nicest’ of people right now and you’re talking to a complete stranger.- He bowed gently and decided he should probably leave before making a fool of himself even more- after all, with his lack of human interaction, it tends to happen more often than not.
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Post by ALIVIA FAERIE on Jul 14, 2010 12:51:49 GMT -5
CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUSH YOUdoes it seem to bringTHE WORST IN YOU OUT- - - - - - - - Olive noticed a man laying in the flowers, her blank, dull eyes gazing his direction. She looked to Alivia and then back to the man and neared him, only stopping here and there to pick up a few annoying or really pretty flowers. Then the man looked up at her. He seemed to be just laying there. Didn't the flowers bug him? Even she, an emotionless girl, found them horribly annoying.
Alivia noticed her younger sister off picking flowers, but something she didn't see before was a man. Quickly, she ran towards her younger sister, very protective of her sibling.
The man got up, almost bumping into her. Alivia took a small step back to avoid the collision. Did the guy even see her there? How rude! She watched his movements all the more, then. Was he about to give the flowers to Olive? Why would he do that? Even though she does have emotions, some of them just confused her.
Then the man spoke and Alivia realized he probably had little social skills needed to survive here in Underland, but she accepted it anyways.
"Go ahead, Olive. You can take the man's flowers," she whispered kindly to her sister. The young blond took the mans flowers and placed them in the basket before walking of to pick more flowers. Alivia sighed. She really needed to find that girl a seedling.
She turned back towards the man. "Our "game" is faring very well, and I do agree: these annoying flowers will have more use dead than here," she said with a smile.
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Post by KRISTOV NOBLE on Jul 15, 2010 10:06:19 GMT -5
Eyes of hazel seemed to drop as she answered his question, he always seemed like a right prick when speaking to others – or at least he felt that way. Human interaction, for Kristov, didn’t happen too often… was it his own choice, mainly, did being the only son left of a nobleman cause more disarray on the situation- also yes. Either way, he knew he was awkward in situations like this, the feeling made his chest tight to his abdomen, all along the scar that made him this way. Hand quickly met with chest before he looked to the girl. “Silent little one isn’t she…” In a way he felt bad for her, though his face wouldn’t show it-only the careful furrowed brow from his confusion and lack of knowledge.
He realized now that the older sister’s smile was a little off putting to him- yet it was just another thing that made him uncomfortable- the sparkling blue eyes of the other gender smiling back. Would one say Kristov was jumpy and awkward- possibly… but to him he wasn’t the former at least-after what had happened to him he called it cautious, not daring, and surely longer ‘noble’.
Hence his reason for being in the flowerbeds in the first place. Kristov hated being around nobility. Surely these girls were not noble… a situation that almost made him smile more than his customary face of –nothing-. Even though his comfort level was being toyed with, his mouth couldn’t help but talk to the older one more- perhaps the same reason she was unsettling was the same reason he couldn’t stop. ”Seems an odd thing… most Underlander's find it a sort of –murder- to take the talk out of the flowers. You and the little one seem to do it with just as much ease as I…” Oh his hatred of the little gossip starting flowers was definitely something –he- couldn’t get away from, but to find others like that was awfully weird in Underland. However, he was sure with so many followers of the RedQueen, he wouldn't be the only one o.k. with murder in some sort of the word.
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Post by ALIVIA FAERIE on Jul 15, 2010 11:53:33 GMT -5
CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUSH YOUdoes it seem to bringTHE WORST IN YOU OUT- - - - - - - - Alivia nodded, her smile dropping only slightly when he noticed that Olive was...quiet. Of course, not many would come to the conclusion that the small blond was emotionless. In Underland, you were supposed to be crazy or loyal. In her family's case, they were the odd balls.
"Yeah...she's not much of the social butterfly. Maybe that's why she has no problem picking these things," she said with a bit of a laugh. Olive, even though the young girl didn't notice it, could be quiet laughable at sometimes.
She listened as the man talked, hearing that slight uncertainty in his voice. She could tell he didn't talk much. An apprentice to someone, possibly? To a strict master? Alivia had to deal with that too, but she hadn't ever been this unsure of her words.
"Yes, but if this is considered murder, I'd hate to think what the Queen's executions would be considered. Such silly reasons she kills," she said with a slight shake of her head. "And I see you have no problem "murdering" these flowers from the looks of those flowers you gave us," she said.
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Post by KRISTOV NOBLE on Jul 18, 2010 14:37:54 GMT -5
Neck cracked slightly as he moved to look at the young girl picking the flowers. How many times had he thought about not fitting in himself- especially in his family. Deep breath, mind thinking back calmly to the times of he and his brother Johann as children- he never even fit in with his identical twin, what sense did that make. Kristov was like the White Queen in many many ways, even though some things were darker about him, he was just like her in the ways of his personality being more ‘for the people’ and ‘democratic’ than the Red Queen’s personality of ‘mememe’. He never really thought of how people could really be lumped in four categories- three of which were similar to the 3 Royal Highnesses and one of which was just ‘indifferent’.
Face slightly crinkled at the thought before looking back towards the older sister. “It doesn’t affect me much… not much does about this place. Sometimes things happen to men that just make your mind preoccupied about other things than caring about a simple flower that opens its mouth when not spoken to.” Jaw tightened, no matter the situation, when talking about what is on his mind, the scar on his chest always seems to want to burn away at everything and scream for its revenge.
“It’s quite funny, her want to behead everything and anything… but the few who truly should be she lets rot in her tower.” He grumbled slightly to himself before shaking the thoughts in his mind straight out. Hazel orbs looked up and into the crystal blue eyes of Alivia, head nodding. “My name is Kristov… was a pleasure to meet you and your sister today… miss. Sorry to disturb anything if I have.”
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Post by ALIVIA FAERIE on Jul 19, 2010 10:00:14 GMT -5
CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUSH YOUdoes it seem to bringTHE WORST IN YOU OUT- - - - - - - - Alivia nodded at the man's words. They were pretty stupid flowers, getting into people's business. She doubted that anyone would really want to keep around these flowers, or even be near them. They never shut up and blabbered about anything that they heard if it was from the weather or people's personal life. She could heart their snickers from below and moved her foot slightly to stepp on them.
Rethinking why she was here, the flowers might keep customers away. It also depended on her customer's point of view. She usually got the rich and snobby who might enjoy seeing the bastard flowers dead. Then, there were the few customers that were more "down to earth"?
"You haven't disturbed anything," she said sweetly, her business attitude getting the better of her. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Kristov. I'm Alivia," she said. She turned quickly to see if Olive was doing ok. She was. She turned back to Kristov.
"So what are you doing out here? I mean, why come to a place so annoying?" she asked. If he was "relaxing" she didn't think this would be one of the best places to go to.
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Post by KRISTOV NOBLE on Aug 5, 2010 10:27:20 GMT -5
Eyes watched the little sister emotionlessly pick the flowers. He thought about it-about his past. He and Johann were a lot like these two… but the little one seemed much more like Johann than Alivia seemed like Kristov. If there wasn’t that snafoo of Johann almost killing him… he could see them all enjoying each others company. Well- he could see himself being the outcast there too- he seemed like he had more emotions than even this woman.
Snapping his brain out of it, Kristov seemed to rejoin the conversation and shrugged “sometimes their bickering and noise turns into one big hushed nonsense of white noise. By the way, Alivia, it’s nice to meet you. I don’t know if you’ve ever lived in the Red Queen’s Court? Trust me this is less annoying.” He laughed somewhat then sighed.
“You said you were getting these for your shop… what kind of shop?”
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