Post by valentina passuers on Jul 12, 2010 20:26:41 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS VALENTINA RUTH PASSUERS AND I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M AN ARISTOCRAT AND I WAS BORN ON 28/DECEMBER/1869 IN FRANCE. MY NATIONALITY IS FRENCH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE FELICITY JONES. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM STUDIOUS, PRIM & PROPER, A GOODY-GOODY. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY NYMPHIES.
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There was no stopping the frown that placed itself upon her face when he called her delicate. That was not a word she had heard when referring to her before. Her eyes instinctively pulled downward so she could take a look at her body. She was slender yes, curvy as well, but there really wasn’t anything about her that she would consider delicate. Some of her classmates now, the tiny things with bird-like bone structures, they were delicate. Devika considered herself a bit on the skinny side and ill proportionate at best. Not that she had any problems with her body and low self esteem when it came to her body; she just thought some parts of her were a bit bigger then necessary on a small frame such as she had.
While she was slightly preoccupied with her own figure he began to move, she heard it and quickly looked back up to him. Unconsecrated he said, how did he know that and why was it such a big deal for him? It was harder to lay a soul to rest in ground such as this which is probably why it was no longer in use. How many of the bodies down below had tormented souls wailing in agony because of their eternal fate? Every once in awhile she would catch sight of them, the ghosts that would haunt this place and not all of them were happy or friendly. In fact, now that she thought about it none of them were, they were all miserable, tormented and lost…and a few were belligerent. Yet she still came here, they were nicer then her peers!
Devika had to look away as he sat down nearby without invitation. Who did this guy think he was? She made sure to watch him now, definitely more wary then she had been only moments before. There was something odd about him but nothing she could exactly place a gloved finger on.
“I generate issues every time I open my mouth.” Then again she tended to generate issues without ever having to speak as well. Nervously she fixed her gloves making sure that they were on tightly and would not slip off, fingers lingering over the small pearl buttons. “Most everyone is the same. They are sheep. Thinking outside the box is frowned upon as they are herded faster and faster toward their inevitable slaughter.” Devika was not exactly morbid, even if she had her unusual fascination with the dead and death itself. In fact she could be a very fun loving and sweet girl, to Becca anyway. Everyone else got the quiet cynic who gave up on humanity ages ago. Yes there were diamonds in the rough but rarely.
Pale eyes widened at his expletive and she had to place a hand over her mouth to fight back the giggle that wanted to come out. She swore yes, but not very often and only when really frustrated. “Of course they have no idea what they are missing, and they never will which is fine with me. I would not want to spoil my time with their idiocy.” Dev almost sniffed haughtily then but just barely stopped herself. She was being entirely too talkative to this person and figured it had to do with the problems she had been having lately. There was no other reason…unless being alone in the cemetery with an attractive male was getting to her? Naaaaah.
“Galen, the name of a knight from the round table many years ago. It is a nice name.” Then he asked her who she was and her lips pursed thoughtfully. Names were power and to give hers up so easily to a complete stranger that favored unconsecrated cemeteries late at night seemed like a horrible idea. So instead she told him a half-truth, one of her names. “You may call me Dawn.” It was her middle name and that was good enough in her mind.
Something clicked then and she tilted her head while asking him a question. “Galen, did you walk out here without a flashlight? You must be rather skilled in night time vision for that, how fortunate for you.” Her tone had become something different. It had been wary and curious and now it was slightly suspicious and still wary.
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