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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 19, 2011 15:42:06 GMT -5
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Viola huffed, the weekend was over and the maids began to school once more. Viola was still in grade 2 since she constantly neglected the education and sacrificed all her focus on learning music.
A crowd of Red Mount residents washed through the bedrooms and into the main room for class.
She blew an ever-astray piece of hair out of her line of vision and began to drum her fingers on the long wooden desk.
Her teacher instantly stopped her drawling, and slowly turned to glare at Viola's active fingers. The orphan suddenly felt eyes burning into the back of her skull and she stopped drumming as she turned to meet the firey eyes of her superior. "Miss Violette. Is there any reason for your rude interruption?" She bit her lip and shook her head negatively. She felt a bony hand grab at her arm and pull her from her seat and force her to stand in the corner. The teaching maid continued with her class, and the rest of the students followed in suite, unphazed by the small yelps and hisses as a Red Mount employee whipped at Viola's wrists with a belt.
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Viola sat at the lunch table along with the other children and adolescants. Her hazel eyes were only focused on the clock- desperate for it to hit the hour when she could leave Red Mount grounds. Her hand absentmindedly twirled her fork in the bits of mushy steak on her plate. A kid near her began to pick off her plate, but she barely glanced at him before pushing the tray towards him.
Finally, the clock began to chime it's three notes, and Viola jumped out of her seat- trying to fast walk as politely as possible as she bowed to excuse herself from the table. A maid at the door nodded and Viola nearly rocketed down to the bedding rooms. She nearly tripped in the flood of other 14+ orphans as she scrambled on her knees and snatched her instrument out from underneath her bed.
Dashing out the door, she grunted and pushed the heavy doors open, running to Ciroc docks, and wincing as her bare feet hit the hot pavement. She'd been given slippers, like every other orphan had, but refused to have anything reminding her of the place when she was off grounds.
Squeezing through the small wall of forestry that secluded the beach, she ran the edge of the docks and threw her hands up in the air ((OOC: SAYIN' AYE-OH, GOTTA' LET GO! xD)) embracing the soft, welcoming breeze.
Sitting down after the heat of the moment ended, Viola quickly set to taking the bindings off her wrists, and began to rub the red skin. "I guess I deserved the belt for that one, it was pretty rude." she admitted.
After dipping her wrists in the cool water below, she let her legs hang over the dock's edge and slightly dip her toes in the water. She picked up her viola and bow, and began a slow and steady rhythm, her mind unable to keep from wandering as to when, or if, Russell would show up.
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Post by Erinland on Jul 20, 2011 22:26:43 GMT -5
Russell sat outside the hospital, on a bench. He didn't like staying in the hospital for long amounts of time. His nose picked up a lot of things that he'd rather not smell. His father was still comatose anyway, and talking to him was pointless. So he waited for his aunt outside, under a cap, embedded in his book, with headphones on his ears. He was reading a book he'd found in the school library: Werewolves in Legend. It was a big book, but the young man had already reached the middle. Russell found it more humorous than anything else.
"were-wolf (wir'woolf') [IE. wiros, man (prob. orig., "the strong one") <base *wei- to be strong, whence L.vis, power+OE wulf, WOLF] Folklore a person changed into a wolf, or one capable of assuming the form of a wolf at will; lycanthrope: shapeshifter;
The Werewolf, a human which takes the shape of a wolf, often referred to as 'shape-shifters' or 'lycanthropes' are said to be extremely vicious and uncontrollable on the night when the moon is full. Afterwards the said creature returns to human form and cannot remember the night's events. Legend's and folklore from several cultures tell of its insatiable appetite for blood. Some Native American tribes have tales of ancient and sacred warriors that took the shapes of other animals, along with wolves, called 'skin-walkers'."
He laughed at the accompanying series of pictures, a man ripping through his tuxedo and becoming a snarling wolf demon. It really looked nothing like a wolf. Another smaller picture was of some old scripts with a wolf killing a child drawn onto it. Aside from those was a photo of natives with real wolf hides across their shoulders. Below all three was a caption: Werewolves are fictitious.
Sure they are.
"Russell! RUSSELL!"
Russell looked up and saw his aunt.
"I've been calling you since I came out the door!"
He pulled the headphones off and held them up as an explanation.
"Oh." Aunt Diane said, satisfied with his reason. She scurried off towards the truck.
"Come' on, let's not dally, it's too hot." Russell smiled and walked after his aunt listening to her plans for the rest of the day. They got in the truck, Diane still talking as he cranked it.
"-and then go by the bank, so you can just drop me off at Deb's house, we're going shopping together." Russell just nodded and turned left.
"Are you alright? You're awful quiet lately. Still thinking about Jack?"
Russell shrugged.
"I'm alright." He said. They pulled into Aunt Diane's friend's drive way.
"Well, I'll see you later, Russ," She looked at him.
"Behave." She joked, slamming the door.
Russell didn't want to go back to the empty apartment. He drove around, not really going anywhere. He suddenly decided the docks would be a perfect place to go and waste time, and even see if Viola was there. He hoped she was.
He made it there in several minutes and parked in the usual sandy parking lot. He brought his headphones and book so he would have something to do if the dock was empty. He walked past the shops again, including the one where he'd bought the bracelet. This time he poked his head into the little ice-cream shop that had caught his eye before. He'd never been in it, probably because it closed in winter. He ordered a cone with a chocolate turtle shell and a peach milkshake. If he saw Viola, he'd give it to her. If not . . . he'd eat both. As he left it occurred to him that perhaps Viola did not like peach flavor. He went back in and bought a vanilla.
Russell made his way to the docks, his cone in one hand and the milkshakes in the other. He looked past the few people that stood around, down to the edge. There was Viola, with her instrument. He looked down, checking his white t-shirt and blue jeans for any ice-cream drippings. She already knew he was a klutz, he didn't want her thinking he was a slob too. He was clean, and so he finished the cone, and walked down to her, the music getting nicer and louder as he got closer. He got to the edge of the dock and leaned charmingly into her view, grinning and holding out the two cups. He sat down next to the young musician as she played, noticing that even sitting he was much taller than her, as her face came up to his shoulder. He said nothing to interrupt her music, but held up the milkshakes and placed them out in front of her, so she could choose one. He absent-mindedly twisted his blue cap. They were labeled 'peach' and 'vanilla' so she'd know which was which. He decided he'd drink the one she didn't pick.
((OCC: Looonngg....))
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 21, 2011 10:17:21 GMT -5
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She slowly came to a stop and put her viola down, using her hands to rotate herself in order to face him better. Viola never really noticed how enourmas his figure was in comparison to hers, until now. The girl watched as he placed two plastic glasses and twisted his cap. The milkshakes had odd scribbles on them, and at first Viola assumed they were some kind of logo, or something, but she couldn't make out any pictures. Then she realized they were most likely letters, and that the scribbles were writing. She could barely make out an A in both of them- having never really given attention in class to learn things like reading or writing.
A fruity aroma came from the orangey one, and Viola crinkled her nose slightly at the smell of it. It was sort of stingy, but it was sweet- a little bittersweet in her opinion. She looked up to see Russell looking at her expectantly, and she lifted up the white one with a lack of smell. Viola raised it up in a gesture and took a sip of it, grinning shamefully as a blob of vanilla stuck to her nose. She wiped it off with the back of her hand, and realized the mistake too late as it got on her wrist bindings.
Putting down the milkshake, she casually unwrapped one and dipped it in the water below, hoping that it wouldn't stain. She really liked them on her wrists, and appreciated them as a shield from ocassional bow-snaps. ((OOC: I don't know what it's called, lol, but when the you accidently misplace the bow and the sharp corner between string and wood slashes at your wrists. God, I hate that- it cuts deep, too! D: ))
She pulled it back over the docks and placed it on the wood to dry, picking up her milkshake again and smiling with embarrassment with her lack of tidyness. Viola was often scowled and scorned at by the maids due to her seemingly repelling force to organization and cleaness.
Soon, her drink was half done, and it was when Viola put down her milkshake that she realized the marks on her wrist were bared. A couple slashes from her viola that had gotten through the bindings, and the red marks from where she was disciplined today. Viola realized that Russell might take the marks in a different way, and she bit her lip trying to think of how to explain them- she could lift up the bow if he asked where the longer punctures had come from, but she couldn't explain how the red marks, and slight cuts came to be.
She lifted up her milkshake with the other hand to create a distraction in case he'd noticed them. She grinned desperately and pointed at the drink, giving an awkward thumbs up.
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Post by Erinland on Jul 23, 2011 1:28:32 GMT -5
Russell watched Viola pick up the cups and chose the vanilla one. He was glad he'd gone back for it. He picked up the peach shake and took a big gulp. Viola sipped at hers, and he chuckled when she got a bit of it on her nose. She wiped it on the back of her hand. She seemed to notice one of her wrist bands had gotten milkshake on it, and so she removed it to wash it off. Russell tensed up as Viola leaned over the side of the dock. All he could see was Viola falling in, and not being able to call for help. He relaxed as she leaned back and placed the band next to her to dry.
It was then that Russell noticed the terrible marks on Viola's wrist's. Cuts and red marks. He was instantly angry at the orphanage, assuming at once that the people there had done this to her. He almost spoke, but something stopped him. He felt that Viola was sensitive, he had noted that he had to be careful not to frighten her. An interrogation was not wise. And it was possible the people at the orphanage hadn't nothing to do with it.
She lifted her drink, pointed at it and gave him a funny thumbs up. He smiled back, still thinking of how to ask her about her wrists. He thought of dropping it, but couldn't. He felt protective of Viola. He wasn't sure if it was the wolf in him, or if he just really liked her. His heart hurt a little as a tiny bit of her hair moved aside and slightly revealed the scar on her face. Who would do anything to hurt this lovely and lively girl? His lip twitched, thinking of what he might do to such a person...
He decided to wait until a good moment presented itself, and ask her about it in a calm, non-threatening way.
But patience had never been one of his qualities.
"Viola . . .," He said very gently. Russell softly took her other hand, the one with binding still around it, holding it like a baby bird.
"How did you hurt your wrist? Was it the orphanage?"
He looked at her with calm concern, hoping he hadn't over-stepped his bounds.
((OCC: Russell should work for Child Protective Services)) LOL
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 25, 2011 16:22:45 GMT -5
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((Your OOC above was probably the funniest thing I've ever read xD)) Viola was just running her hands through her hair, enjoying Russell's company and the sweet aftertaste of the vanilla milkshake. She twisted a couple curls and softened them out again when suddenly she felt a large, warm hand cupping her own. Viola's heart skipped a beat and she suppressed her blush from showing as she allowed her hand to be pulled closer to Russell.
She almost hadn't noticed when he called her name, but loved the way it sounded when he said it. "How did you hurt your wrist? Was it the orphanage?" Viola's heart skipped yet another beat- but this time without swoon. She began to panic and looked up into his eyes, biting her lip. She saw the calmness in the green, and slowly she grew more lucid and stable.
Her thoughts came slowly. "I'll pick up the bow... but.. but he asked about the orphanage... I mean, I could nod but-- but... what if he takes it the wrong way? What if he thinks their horrible people and sues them or something like in the movies!?" Viola's deep hazel eyes met with his emerald ones and she sighed, knowing he wouldn't do such a thing. What was there to lie about?
Viola nodded as an answer. After a long moment, she also raised a finger and slid her hand out of his to pick up the violen bow. She pointed at it and made the motion of playing and accidently cutting herself. Then she picked up the damp ribbon from beside her, wrapping it around her wrist securely and trying to show that it protected her for most of the time. Viola didn't dare imitaite the Red Mount's desciplining out of fear in Russell's potentially negative reaction.
She smiled, though; as if to say "I'm okay now."
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Post by Erinland on Jul 26, 2011 1:49:22 GMT -5
Russell watched Viola as she seemed to run things through her head. He could tell she was startled by the question, and he hated ruining her peaceful face with worry. But after a few moments and looking at his face, she looked less so. She then nodded.
Russell's wolf self growled, but all that showed on his human face was the flaring of his nostrils. The anger was short lived and was quickly replaced by concern. But Viola raised her finger, a way she had of contradicting something else. She picked up her bow and pointed at it, the made motions of playing and showed him how she sometimes cut herself accidentally.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, much less angry now. They hadn't cut her, and that was, in Russell's mind, the worst injury. She then picked up the wet band and wrapped it around her wrist where it had been before.
"Oh, I see, those keep you from cutting your wrist's up even worse . . . Good Idea."
She smiled, and seemed neither worried nor broken spirited, as he assumed an abused person might look.
"Alright, sorry to pry and all, I just . . ." He twisted his cap and pulled the bill up and down, his way of dealing with his own awkwardness. "Just trying to look out for you, I guess. Not mad at me are ya?
He propped his head in his hand and rubbed the stubble on his jaw, looking at her with eyes that asked for pardon.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 27, 2011 16:24:42 GMT -5
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Viola shook her head and grinned as she tried to imitaite his position. Sitting on her knees and resting her head in a hand, she gently ran her thumb over her own smooth jaw, looking at him inquiringly before laughing and breaking the position to sit cross-legged.
She was glad that he didn't carry the subject of her wrists into an arguement, as she probably wouldn't have been able to take any questions that were spit out.
It was unfortunately late, and she only had a hour before she had to go back 'home.' Viola leaned back on her palms and tilted her head to rest on her shoulder, looking warmly into Russell's eyes. They were very beautiful, she noted, and very easy to get lost in.
She embraced the warm breeze that washed over them and listened to the sound of small waves hitting shore. The sun behind her cast dozens of colors onto the sky, and like paint splatters, they reflected on to the water. Viola sighed slowly with contentment. It was such a beautiful day, and to spend the end of it with Russell made it even more enjoyable. ~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Erinland on Jul 29, 2011 0:05:25 GMT -5
Russell was releived that Viola had no ill feelings towards his questioning. He hoped she knew of his good intentions. She imitated his positions and he laughed as she rubbed her cheek the way he had rubbed his. He rubbed his chin a little and pretended to be concerned.
"I am becoming a bit prickly." He grinned, and looked at her, and she in turn looked at him.
She leaned back on her palms and seemed to be a graceful creature of the beach as the wind blew through her hair. The colors in the sky temporarily distracted him. While they did cast a most beautiful light on Viola and make her look goddess like, they reminded him of how late it was. She would want to leave soon. He wondered if he should drive her home again. He certainly wanted to, but he didn't want to be pushy. He felt maybe he'd better not ask her this time. If she wanted him too, she would ask.
"I guess it's getting late . . ." He said without much vigor.
Suddenly, and without much thought, he leaned over close to her face and gently put her hair behind her ear. He slightly turned her jaw and kissed her forehead. Then he leaned back.
He hadn't known where it had come from or why he had decided to do it. He immediatly felt sheepish and nervous. He sat there, frozen, the wind whipping his hair and shirt like a flag for several seconds.
"Sorry, I . . ." But he looked at her, and couldn't finish.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 30, 2011 13:45:32 GMT -5
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Everything seemed so calm... so beautiful... so musical.
"I guess it's getting late," Russell's deep, sweet voice took Viola out of her reverie and back to the present and she smiled warmly to acknowledge it. Suddenly, his large figure leaned over and she felt a small fright, her heart jumping in her chest. A steady finger tilted her jaw slightly and he kissed her head. Her heart missed a beat and the moment stretched until Russell retreated. "Sorry, I..." but he trailed off as his eyes met her face once more.
She quickly looked away, blushing furiously, but saw the self-consciousness in his emerald eyes. A stirring roused in her stomach and she bit her lip. Gathering all the hidden courage she knew not of, Viola turned around and forced herself to be brave and not tuck tail in her next action.
Taking hold of one of Russell's hands, Viola's lips met his.
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Post by Erinland on Aug 3, 2011 0:24:48 GMT -5
The moments before that were a blur to Russell. He only knew now, and now he and Viola were holding a warm kiss. It was not what he expected her to have done, and he breifly thought of her as brave. It felt natural to him, as if they had kissed before.
The kiss lasted several seconds, but seemed longer. They leaned apart but Russell stayed near her face for a few seconds looking at her with bright eyes. He felt slightly awkward, and thought she probably did too. He smiled and adjusted his cap, then laughed lightly. He sat silent for a few moments, not wanting to leave. He suddenly remembered something he had faintly considered. Suddenly it was a beautiful idea.
"Viola," He said, his voice full of proposition, "I know we've only known each other for a while, but . . . there's a dance at my school. It'll probably be pretty lame, but . . . you want to go? With me?"
He knew there was a good chance Viola would be too afraid to go something like a dance. It was probably something she'd never done. He hadn't done it very often himself. He thought dances were a little dumb, but girls liked them, and for some reason he wanted to go this time. But only with Viola.
"I'd pick you up and bring you back, and you'd be with me the whole time, and you wouldn't have to talk to anybody-"
He stopped, realizing he was running on.
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