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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 17, 2011 22:32:44 GMT -5
Unlike in most of the other rps that take place in the city of Paris, this takes place in the French countryside OUTSIDE of paris.
PG-13
You can roleplay with as many of your characters as you like.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 21, 2011 17:20:44 GMT -5
Abeni "MommaBee"
The air was hot and humid, strangely so for the autumn months.
Perhaps the summer hadn't done it's worst yet, and was now giving her last scorching days before the autumn wind and chill would take over.
With the last sunrays, it brought disease.
The same disease that was now the cause of bedrest upon an old African woman, and would soon be the cause of her death.
She wasn't alone however, the chair besides her bed was occupied by a much younger negro, dressed in pinestrip shirt adn skirt, she would change the cold compress upon the whilthered womans brow like clockwork, staring hard out the window, watching the sun set across the wild flower fields, looking for a sigh, looking for a clue, watching for someone-
" Madeleine, Madeleine! Maddie, Maddie, Maddie..." The old woman would moan each time the cold compress had warmed up,
and each time Maddie would remove it, dip it into the basin and wring it out, lay it out on her forehead and stare out the window.
Maddie could see all the way past the fields, see the trees lining the main road at least 15 miles up ahead, Fleur-de-lis, if you would follow that road west for a day or two on foot, it would bring you near the famous centre: Paris
But now she didn't want to see that stupid town, what with it's richmen and snobbish folk, black girls like herself would be either treated like the streetwalkers or slaves...Not much choice of jobs then if she ever decided to move.
With hard ebony eyes she stared down the front yard, watching the children of her sisters, brothers and cousins play and run about.
One child stood out however, it was grabbing at the air like it was trying to cattch the flies and bees buzzing around...bees?
No.
No, it can't-Not possible-No!
It couldn't be...she wouldn't risk it-Would she?
Maddie froze, her stare fixed upon the child who had by now caught one bee in his hands, they wouldn't sting him, not her bees, and was peeking at it through his soot colored fingers.
"She'Home.She'd gone be Hoooome!"
Maddie prayed, prayed to the Lord Almighty.
Prayed that she wasn't gone be seen by no-body.
" Madeline? She...she's here...could she come in?" The small timid voice of her youngest son sounded far away, the hesitation was a reacuring thing every time someone new visited the Joawright House, and every stranger had been welcomed with the same warines and curisouty. But this was no stranger,this person was as familair to each member of her family as the stars were in the Heavens, Maddie didn't ask who, cause she knew, she just knew.
Shakily she stood from her chair, her face composed in a black mask of deviance towards her guest.
"Now, now child, is that anyway to greet yo'r Granma?" With a
watery smile, tears started dropping down her cheeks, Maddie looked down at the floor, ashamed at herself.
With a small smile herself, the guest reached down to cup the young woman's jaw, so strong and squared yet so much smaller in the giant's hand. "There, there, there be no shame in sheddin' them salty pearls, all 's well lil' flower..."
"Ma's gone, isn't she? Momma..please say yo'r just visitin' ..." The
giant shook her head, the dense curls bounced a little, the antennae were curved back over her head, barely visible underneath her ' do.
"I'll just talk with her, a'right?" The young woman nodded and quickly fled the room, closing the door with a soft click and an ever softer sob...
Turning to the wasted figure in the bed The Guest sighed, then eased herself unto the chair, it creaked greatly at the sudden heavy weight, but she payed it no mind.
She had a daughter to comfort...
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 21, 2011 21:06:50 GMT -5
In a small, rustic cottage not far from the town of Fleur-de-lis, a young lady by the name of Adeline, who was living by herself, was cleaning up after dinner. She couldn't see the sun going down standing near the window as she was washing dishes, but she could tell that it was getting dark as the air was getting cooler. People have doubted her capability in taking care of herself after her mother's death, including her dear Aunt Regine in Paris, who had consistently asked for Adeline to come live with her, but she was able to live alone by herself without help.
Adeline put the last dish away and sighed depressingly. The one downside to living by yourself, of course, was the cold feeling of loneliness.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 23, 2011 10:35:08 GMT -5
Abeni hadn't felt this cold in a long while...
...Granted it wasn't like the winter's bite, when she was forced into hiberation, or lured inside by her extended family into the warm house, which had been her house once, back when Benjamin and she lived there...
Sobbing openly, she stared at the figure of her daughter, on the edge of death, mumbling weakly about things she'd done, thing's she hadn't, and things she wished she had... It had taken Abeni decades to get over the death of her husband, years for her friends and family...how many years would she grief now?
"Momma..." Taking the smaller, fragile hand of her daughter, now so old, and yet younger than herself, Abeni smiled motherly at her.
"It's a'ight, Mama's here, Mama's here..." Somewhere in the day, a it wasted on, her daughter, named so beautifully and so strong, died in the comfort of her home, surrounded by family and close friends...
The night that Mbali died, Abeni died for the sixth time...not doubt it would go on, if being a mutant insect had anything to do with her not agging no more no how, she would live on, and die each time again.
She had to go.
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 23, 2011 13:13:38 GMT -5
Adeline could sense someone was outside approaching nearby the cottage; perhaps in need of some help. She quickly went over to the door, grabbing her cane that was rested near the doorway, and went outside.
"Is anybody out there?!"
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 23, 2011 13:42:20 GMT -5
They were singing.
They were singing the mourning song, how many times had she heard it? How many times more?
She had to go, she had to leave she-she-she-!
"Gran-maw...?" Looking down ,way down, at her feet, barely to her knee, one of her great grand kids, looking up at her with the most startling blue eyes, his mom had been white, she remembered-.
"Why mama gone' quiet like...?" Biting back a snark reply, she kneeled, sitting back on her heels to catch the child as it automatically jumped into her arms, burying his teary face into her clothed bosom.
"Child, she gone'be with the Lord now, Mbali's with him safe as houses...Now, now, go to yo'r own moth'er...Gran-maw's got zzzome buzzzineszzzz...".
Releasing the child, she got to her feet quickly, hunching down to fit under the door frame, taking the stairs quicker than a human should be able to.
She nearly ripped off the door in her haste, sobbing she spread her wings, tears falling behind her and sticking to the fur on her shoulders.
'OH Lord...oh Benjamin, why, why Lord...why ME Lord...please, Lord...have mercy, mercy!Why Lord, WHY?'
Her emotional distress somehow alerted her drones, a few dozen started to hover but she smacked at them gently, not wanting to be reminded.
She was such a freak.
Suddenly, rain started pelting down on her, not normal rain.
Hale rain.
Gasping she tried to duck and turn, but the drops were hard and ice; they hissed on her skin and wings, wetting them beyond flight, with a strangled shriek she tried to stop her descend, succeeding only in slowing down, but still landing on her shoulder and dislocating the limb with an awful crack.
"NnnnGaaaaaaaah!"
Pain!pain!Pain! It hurt so bad, she just lay on the ground, trying to feebly return it into it's socket, it only hurt her more. She trembled the cold was suddenly there, and with the pain it was hard to think, hard to think.
A light!
Faint, yet beckoning.
With a heave she rolled onto her good side, stumbling to her feet, she tried walk towards the light, blinking at the tears and the rain.
A cottage?
Here?
Suddenly the door slammed open, a young girl waving a stick called out."Is anybody out there?!"
Abeni froze, her blood turned colder than ice.
A human, what would she do to a creature, never mind a wounded one?
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 23, 2011 17:58:08 GMT -5
Adeline could feel the rain hitting her skin like a thousand needles made of ice. Out of the sound of the rain hitting hard, she could hear the moan of someone who had been hurt. She walked over slowly to the person on the ground and knelt down to inspect what was wrong. She felt that the woman (she was able to tell at that moment from feeling the shape of her back) had dislocated one of her shoulder as she ran her fingers gently around the woman's fur coat and-- wings?!
As much as Adeline wanted to ponder why this woman had wings, she knew it wasn't time to ask questions; the cold rain would make the woman's injuries worse.
"Come on, lets get you inside."
Adeline helped the woman up by swinging one her god arms over her shoulder and lifting her up, walking her back to the warm cottage.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 26, 2011 1:33:25 GMT -5
The pain was too distracting, literally bringing her to her knees with a groan of agony.
Abeni closed her eyes, waiting for the old, yet familiar sting of a stick beating her back.
...she wasn't being beat, she wasn't being attacked...
....Instead, the young girl, whom she just noticed had a rather pearly look to her eyes, groped around to find her shoulder, feeling the part where it had dislocated, and briefly brushing over her now wet wings.
"Come on, lets get you inside." The girl walked around her, pulling her good shoulder over her own.
To help her, Abeni stood shakily, hissing in pain each time her gait made her arm swing around.
The girl helped her along, quietly breathing words of comfort and encouragement to Abeni as she was led into the tiny cottage.
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Post by albinotanuki on Oct 26, 2011 17:27:23 GMT -5
Adeline waled the old woman over to a chair near the fireplace so she could warm up and went over to a cabinet nearby to pick up bandages and other things for first aid. Adeline then walked back over to the old woman.
"Now, I'm gonna to try to put that shoulder back into place. This may hurt though."
Adeline felt down her shoulder and used pressure to shift it back into place as the old woman yelped. Then carefully, felt down her shoulder and gently put both arms in a sling (Adeline realized the old woman had two pairs of arms when she was taking her inside the house).
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Post by siffyleafylav on Nov 5, 2011 14:24:02 GMT -5
Abeni couldn't think, couldn't even breath properly, the pain of both her dislocated limbs and her loss made her world a place of agony and hazy awareness.
Vaguely she noticed the young girl treating her, being sat down on a rickety stool, barely lifting her head at the spoken words of apology as her shoulders were popped back in place.
A piece of linen got wrapped around her good shoulder, under th two injured ones and carefully avoiding her damp insect wings.
Only when the girl knelt down to reach for her face, did she flinch away, biting back a whimper and a growl.
"I-I need to touch you, it's the only way I can see...please, may I?" Her face was without hostility, and she raised the pale hand towards her face, but didn't touch immediately.
With a sigh Abeni leaned forward, the cool texture of the girls hand did wonders on her hot ebony skin.
With fleeting, featherly touches did the girl discover her face, trailing over the pronounced cheekbones, brushing over her heavy-lidden eyes, reaching over her wide forehead until she felt the tight curls at her hairline, she even briefly skimmed over her wide mouth.
" Wha' re call'd child?" She questioned once the girl was done,
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Post by albinotanuki on Nov 5, 2011 18:46:21 GMT -5
Adeline felt the old woman lead her hand over to her face. With a gentle brush-like touch, her fingers could trace the woman's very distinctive features. She felt over her broad cheekbones, working her way up her flat forehead, running her fingers through her fleece-like hair, back down to her plump lips. She could tell the face was human; not your typical European human face, but human none the less, but the wings and extra arms she felt from earlier, and the fact that the face seemed to lack a nose, threw her off a bit.
She was quickly snapped back to consciousness once the old woman asked for her name.
"My name is Adeline." she replied an with that, she found herself asking the old woman the strangest question she ever had escape her lips, "Were you... flying before you got yourself hurt?"
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Post by siffyleafylav on Nov 13, 2011 10:33:11 GMT -5
Chuckling a little at her question, Abeni nodded, then spoke, seeing that the girl wouldn't and couldn't see the movement.
"Tha's righ' child, I admit, no' one o' mah best flights...fate deals a strong and cruuel hand, I know, I have felt His hand, it holds meh, in thiss bodee, while my kin lifes and dies around meh...''
Heaving a deep breath Abeni bowled over in pain, her antennae flattening themselves over her head.
'' Fate, cruel as it may bee, keeps meh alive, tha' is all He does, while I suffer, and wander this world like a spirit...'' Sweating now, her stomach constricting and heaving, it's contents flowing up her throat before she could warn the girl.
The girl, Adeline, had rushed to her kitchen and had pulled a lone tin bucket from the hanging nail, pushing it into her good hands just in time.
Once the bile had left her mouth, spitting to get the awefull taste from her tongue, she thanked the girl and wiped at her forehead, burning hotter than ever before.
'' Child...Ad'line...have you room for a wounded woman, I don't think Ah can travel like thiss...'' Her wings fluttered uselessly, wet through and through as they were.
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Post by albinotanuki on Nov 13, 2011 23:02:55 GMT -5
Adeline already knew the old woman was in no condition to fly from her dislocated shoulder, let alone, the sound of her wings fluttering weakly and soaked with rain water as if being held down by lead weights.
"My mother's old room is vacant and available for any weary traveler. You can spend the night sleeping in her room; I'm sure she won't mind."
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