Rosalinda
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 8, 2011 20:11:52 GMT -5
1: R 2: No Deaths 3: No Puts downs and bad spelling is accepted because not everyone is perfect 4: No more than two characters per roleplayer
Roleplayer List (Full): 1: Rosalinda: Rosalinda and Mo`o 2: siffyleafylav :Siofra 3: spiralrobot : Merin 4: malevolentmask: Bédoier + Magalie Rousseau 5: albinotanuki: Adeline + Aunt Regine
============================================== Rosalinda sat upon the Balcony looking out at the city of Paris, after searching and searching she and her father had finally found a place to stay safely, of course they were going to fix it up and dust it off, they were going to make it home, today was odd, she met other large bugs beside her father Mo`o, she wanted to help them some how, some way.....
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 9, 2011 8:28:28 GMT -5
Siofra Where is it? Where is it?"Cac...CacCacCacCAAC!"She couldn't believe this, another wrong turn. She turned again, spitting curses as she turned her back on yet another dead end. "Where is IT!" She couldn't believe her luck, actually, she couldn't believe her lack of luck. '' Ádh mór na hÉireann' My Arse, there is no such thing." Her bags were getting heavier, her legs would be bruised by the morning from the beating they took because they kept hitting at her calves due to her angry pace. At least she could take out her anger at something trifle instead of cursing any poor soul that somehow crossed her path. Siofra was stopped however by a new yet familiar smell wafting through the air, stopping she unconscionably turned her head towards the smell. In fact, now that she wasn't cursing, she could hear people, a constant babble of conversation, with plenty of laughter. Her eyes pinpointed a open business tucked into the corner between two stores, a distinct odor that was probably more a stench to anyone who wasn't used to such strong beverage. A pub. 'Whiskey~'She didn't care or didn't think it humanly impossible, notwithstanding physically.But she swore she could feel her liver gurgle in hunger for the strong liquor. After tonight she needed a drink, really, really needed one. And maybe there would be a somewhat friendly Frenchman to whom she could ask correct directions to the old house. "Maybe just the one..." With a infamous smirk she redirected her path and legged it down the street like a maid on a mission, not a fear on her mind. Besides, what's too fear when you're Irish?
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spiralrobot
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Post by spiralrobot on Oct 9, 2011 12:39:01 GMT -5
Hm, you'd think it'd be easier to navigate though Paris with most of it filled with the Seine. Too bad it was almost exactly the opposite. It was somewhat her fault, though. She should've grown up here, with or without being knee deep in the Seine.
Well, as long as she got back to Montmartre by 6 Merin wouldn't get into any trouble. And that was the last thing she needed more of.
"Ok, let's see, if I'm at," she looked around to see a sign or something to tell her where she was "Passage um, ok now how do you pronounce that?!"
Merin sighed and slumped down on the floor. It wasn't that she was lost, she was just annoyed that she might have been wandering around in circles.
She stood up and walked a bit farther in the center of the allyway, looking up. There wasn't anyone else there.
After rocking back and forth on her heals for a moment or two, Merin carefully stacked some discarded boxes one by one against the ally's wall
"This is going to be fun, hopefully." she said, stepping up on the top crate. After several tries-and several failers-Merin managed to get on the roof of the building.
Merin clamped a hand over her nose and mouth.
"Blech, liquor"
Tring to resist the smell, she carefully slipped over the peak and looked down at the pub's patrons. She wasn't too sure what was considered a busy night for them, but considerng how much she knew about bars-which was near nothing-it didn't really quite seem like one.
Suddenly a girl with a suitcase in each hand walked in through the door. Though, that wasn't where Merin's mind set currently was. One of the waitresses suddenly looked up and the lovely sound of yelling accompanied the smell of the pub.
oh, shoot Merin's eyes widened momentarily before she quickly ran back to try and get a running start before jumping over to the cloest rooftop.
As she tried to get away from the pub as quickly as possible, only one thought entered her mind;
I'm so dead.
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Rosalinda
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 14:46:06 GMT -5
Rosalinda got up from her spot and decided to take a look around town, that's what her father would tell her every time when they arrived a t new place. 'To Explore' he told her so they know their surroundings in case they had to make an escape.
She stood up and walked downstairs putting on her boots and walked outside the streets of Paris
Her brown hair flowed behind her as the sun hit the highlights of red and orange mixed within her waves, her grey eyes speckled silver as she looked at the windows of every shop, Hustling and bustling happened all around her.
The teen felt a little lonely in the streets, no others to tag along and talk to because she was always on the run, she was never mad at her father.
About 30 minutes passed and she arrived at a pub, the smell of alcohol wafted her nose, she never smelled anything so polluted it made her gag, she sighed as she walked in anyways, she wanted something to eat
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 9, 2011 15:27:18 GMT -5
BédoierProfile_____________________________________________________ Light poured through a dull colored room revealing a groggy figure falling out of a short simple bed. Upon landing on the wooden floor with a loud thump he groaned twitching his antennas to feel around the floor. He Grabbed for the edge of the bed post and lifted himself up with one of his usable arms while the other scratched at the back of his fuzzy head. Wanting to feel the warmth of the sun the butterfly walked toward his small little window. Outside was a lovely street where people seemed to be running about doing various things. unfortunately the quiet murmur of the city was interrupted by the commotion going on in the pub down the street. Bédoier turned his head to the right glaring at the pub as he slicked back his antennas against his head. Why Mag decided to have her clinic here Bédoier didn't know, he found it ridiculous that people would get drunk to the point of sickness. Still he did admit him and Mag got more business because of people's drinking problems. Personally though he hated the smell of alcohol and the after math of it all. "Who purposely gets sick?" he grumbled Taking a deep inhale of the fresh air, Bédoier started to get dressed. Having his wings in the way he only put on a simple vest which snap on from the sides rather than overhead, Mag was nice enough to cut hole in it so he fit comfortably. After sliding on the vest he put on a simple pair of black trousers which seemed a bit short on him because of his long legs. Finally he lowered his wings into a coat like fashion and put on a pair of dress shoes. After getting dressed he walked downstairs and out into the streets out to run everyday errands. He brought a simple basket with him to carry all the foods he intended on buying. Unfortunately the market was past the pub so he had to walk down his least favorite direction.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 9, 2011 15:40:43 GMT -5
Siofra
"Nay, nay, nay! l-like This!"
The jig wasn't hard, hell, she knew children back in Kerry who could do it, and they weren't even a quarter her age.
The gentlemen were jolly, maybe not as festive as her home, but they would do for a cheer-me-upper.
Siofra could hold her liquor, that was never the problem, it did remain a problem that the more she drank, the more Irish she appeared.
Alright, maybe she didn't really posses the gorgeous red hair the rest of her family had, but she had her mother's green glare, her grandmother's freckle's, and her uncle's drinking ability.
And she had his talent for cussing' the sky blue.
"That's it , lads! Na-ow, all toge-her!" Having discarded her coat and bags in a lone corner out of harms way, she twirled and tapped her heels, the skirts of her dress whirling around her legs so fast they were a blur of green and tan.
Suddenly, she tripped over a loose floor plank, and nearly went down, so she waved around her arms and as she found some source of support, held on until she had righted herself.
Giving her feet a disproving look she turned to look at her savior, which turned out to be a very young girl, looking a little pale, but that may or may not have been because she was still being used as handhold.
"Ah, my apologies chiseler, I was nay payin' attention, it's me feet ya see, they don' be listening' t' me heid...Wai' a moment,-"
She squirted at the young child, seeing the silvery eyes and full cheeks of a youngster, too young too be even seen in a pub, no less drink alcohol.
"Gel wot yer doin' innea place like tis? Gel's yer age shouldnea drink!"
Somehow convinced that the girl had stumbled in by accident Siofra looked up to see if any of the men was looking particularly concerned, with no faces lit up with recognition she looked back down at the girl.
"Wher's ye mam? Wher's ya brot'er? Wher's ye guardian, gel? 'Tis nay guid place for a young lass such as yerself to be alone, this time at nigh'."
The girl was getting anxious, she was tugging at the hand holding her shoulder, and it might have been the drink, or it might have been her imagination, but she could hear strange click-y-clicker-chirp-y sounds from the poor girls mouth.
She was starting to look panicked as well; like being found out in the wrong place. "Gel, don't mis'ake me f'r the enemy, I'm-ma nurse,-" This news didn't seem to comfort the girl. "Le's take this outside, we're in nay guid company f'r a heart t' heart"
With this she dragged the girl to one corner, picked up her coat and suitcase's, and grasped the scared girl's hand, heading out the door she smacked a handful of coins onto the counter, grabbing a lone golden filled bottle as she passed.
The fresh air was like a blow in the face, but it helped. Turning to the girl she was surprised to hear the chirping get louder, the girl was now tugging earnestly at her hand, the look in her silvery eyes indicated she was prepared to gnaw it off just to be free of her.
"Noaw, noaw, lass. Ther' naethin' to be afear'd off..."Siofra crooned, unaware of a looming figure behind her.
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 9, 2011 15:48:01 GMT -5
Adeline had come to Paris from her old country home out of request from her rich aunt. Recently, Aunt Regine had been looking for some doctors to help treat her niece's blindness and, while the clinic she found wasn't at it best conditions, she was able to make an appointment none-the-less. Adeline could smell the foul stench of alcohol from one of the pubs nearby as her aunt was leading her.
"Aunt Regine, its really sweet what you're trying to do for me, but I don't think I really need an operation or anything; I'm fine as is."
"Mon chéri," Adeline's aunt reassured, "I know you're use to being blind, but I still want to give you the opportunity to experience the things you've been missing out on. If I were blind and I stumbled upon the chance to be able to have sight, I'd take that chance right away."
"Maybe." Adenine spoke unsurely. "Doesn't this clinic usually treat people with alcohol poisoning though?"
"The doctor specializes in other things as well, Adeline. Besides, we'd probably have much more chance with this doctor than those big university quacks who despite having the education don't have the brains to be able to find a cure."
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Rosalinda
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 16:04:59 GMT -5
Mo`o had found that his daughter had vanished but he figured she was exploring the town like he taught her, he smiled shaking his head, he put on a human disgused that hasnt let him down yet, slowly upon that he explored the town also, after a while he was getting a little thirsty, he was over 20 years and wanted a glass of whiskey and smelled the nearest pub.
Walking towards the pup he saw his daughter and a woman with her, he walked up behind her
The young teen forgot she was chriping and not speaking french nor english, it was basically her first language, she looked up and smiled and said hello to her father behind the irish woman
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 9, 2011 16:34:06 GMT -5
Siofra Something was wrong. Something was so very wrong.The panicky expression had vanished from the girl's face, she was looking up, well of course Siofra thought, she's so short she doesn't even reach my shoulder. But she was looking higher than Siofra's own height, a little behind her even. The girl smiled and opened her mouth, but no words came out, just... sounds.Through her whiskey addled mind, she sensed something behind her. 'Please be a banshee...' she pleaded, 'A banshee I can take...a banshee I can defeat...'Almost too slow, Siofra turned her head and looked behind her, then craned her neck to look up.Right behind her, so close she could feel it, was something... Huge.The thing was impossibly big, bigger than any man she saw working about town. It's face was partly hidden, but as it leaned forward, she could see every feature. There was a quiet moment where nothing happened, and Siofra wished she was somehow still at home back in Ireland, facing the mythical horrors known to the Green Isle, rather than be here. The moment went by, and she fell into a dead faint, falling into the arms of the huge thing and dropping the golden bottle, making it shatter on the cobble-stoned streets of Paris. "A ollphéist i bPáras"
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Rosalinda
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 16:41:03 GMT -5
Mo`os and Rosalindas eyes widned as the large flea caught her "Oh dear i mustve scared her" he said looking at his daughter worried "what was she doing with you my daughter?"
Rose helped her father place her on a bench "i was inside the pub to get some food but she thought i was going to drink alchohol" she frowned "i was hungry" she pouted
Mo`o chuckled and got up "Wait here my little flower i will get you some food while i also get me something to drink" He began walking in the pub as few stared upon his large features but others ignored being so drunk that they began to laugh and sing
Rosa began fanning the irish woman speaking french to her "Miss? Etes-vous d'accord? Bonjour?" as she kept fanning her hoping she would wake
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 9, 2011 17:00:41 GMT -5
Carefully walking down the street Bédoier noticed a rather large figure close to two ladies. Seeing the one faint made his eyes widen curiously. He started to walk across the street wanting to help. While doing so the giant figure starting to walk off somewhere as the young girl nodded at him. Finally getting close enough he without asking started to examine the girl. As if not noticing the other girl there he started to poke around mainly at her eyes examining if they were dilated or not. Sighing in relief he found that it was just a simple scare, no real health concerns. Finally paying attention to the other girl he asked her "Who was that figure before?" knowing right from the start that the figure was the one who made her faint he wanted to make sure though and also wanted to know why she had fainted, was it shock? Magalie RousseauProfile_____________________________________________________ After Bédoier left Magalie started to get ready to open up the clinic, she had a customer coming soon and decided it was best to let the butterfly out of the clinic for now. Firstly she checked to see if she had all of her proper equipment and then she checked to see if she had all the medications she thought the girl would need. Seeing that she had all of the things she would need she got a simple old broom and started to dust off the already clean floor. Having a habit of cleaning was nice in a clinic but in Magalie's case she was just obsessive over it. While dusting off the floor she heard a simple click at the door indicating that someone had come inside.
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 9, 2011 17:21:18 GMT -5
Aunt Regine had already lead her niece away from the pub before the two girls and the giant creature came out, so she took no notice, even though Adeline found hear things in the background that she no earthly idea what was going on. It was at that moment, however, that they had finally reached the clinic and Aunt Regine open the door and lead Adeline inside the small clinic.
"Bonjour." the old woman greeted the black haired female doctor. "I brought Adeline with me. Be careful while examining her though; she's quite a delicate little flower."
Adeline tried not to show her annoyance as her dear old aunt was coddling and babying her when introducing her to the doctor.
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Rosalinda
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 17:27:49 GMT -5
Rosalinda yelped and saw the boy next to her but her eyes widened and looked at him and chirped "your a butterfly aren't you?" she then remembered his question "That was my father, i think his large size scared her, cause there aren't that many tall people she laughed" As she hoped that the woman would wake up soon so she could possibly explain
Mo`o came out of the Pub holding a bottle of fresh golden Whiskey and a bag full of food for his daughter, he eyed the small brown butterfly and then the woman who had fainted "She hasn't woke up yet?" He spoke in the bug language knowing that the boy would understand
Rosalinda shook her head no looking worried wondering if she should pour water upon the woman's face to see if it will trigger herself awake.
Mo`o sighed and crouched down and snapped his gloved hand near her face "Madame?" he kept trying to get her attention
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 9, 2011 17:36:07 GMT -5
Siofra
Something....was...bothering her.
No wait, what happened? 'Got lost, found pub, got pished...saw a thing?'
There was an annoying sound next to her ear, it distracted her from her inner recap. The sound was president however, and continued to bug her until she could feel the memories return.
Oh.
Oh!
With a snap her green eyes opened, a ready glare to whomever had tried to wrong her.
But then she saw a face, the same face as before. He was too close!
With thought, an instinct based on pure femininity, she lashed out with a hand and a screech worthy for a Banshee
"Faigh amach ó dom!"
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Post by Rosalinda on Oct 9, 2011 17:38:25 GMT -5
The flea leaped back in surprised not understanding what she was talking about but seeing that he was too close
"Madame are you alright?"
His voice was sweet with concern his gold eyes shown not anger or menece but worry
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