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Post by Olivia Taylor on Feb 11, 2007 10:36:07 GMT -5
It was a late Sunday afternoon and Olivia walked down the path through the park. It was a warm afternoon and the scent of roses drifted through the park, couples walked up and down the paths and children where playing on the grassy areas.
She smiled, it was a rare occasion when she smiled nowadays but today she smiled. She had received a letter earlier today from her father, which contained her 2nd class ticket to travel on the Titanic. She was excited that she would finally be able to see her father again, after everything that had happened it would be nice to see him again.
She took a seat on one of the benches, which over looked a small pond and watched the ducks swimming on it. She was going to enjoy this afternoon and not think about anything depressing, she was going to look to the future.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 11, 2007 13:33:29 GMT -5
The rare occasions that he was ever alone without his twin. The black hair was wet back and the blue eyes sparkled and danced across the park. The clothes were that of luxury and comfort, while showing the class rank he was in. Of course many knew him from his sister. The beautiful woman who killed for a living. Only they couldn't bring her behind bars. The class rank and wealth was horrible to have to live by. Many woman threw themself on him, they wanted his wealth and power.
Memnoch noticed the smiling woman across the park. Making his way slowly to her. It always brought his attention when there was a noticably happy woman. A smirk spread across his face when he made it next to her. Finding his attention drawn to the ducks. "Wonderful they make a home for them in the city. Too bad they can't get out." Memnoch tried to get an animal. They always ended up outside and he would never see them again. [/center][/color]
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Post by Olivia Taylor on Feb 12, 2007 15:35:12 GMT -5
Olivia never noticed the man approach; she had been in her own world. She often found herself drifting back to the days when she had no worry’s and life had been...well near perfect. She sat on the bench the cool breeze stroking her hair and spreading the scent of wild flowers, wild flowers...her garden was full of them...well until they lost nearly everything and had to move.
Olivia jumped hearing the voice next to her; she hadn't noticed the man approach her. She knew immediately that he was of higher class to her, his clothes wear finely tailored and he had that air about him that confidence, her deceased husband had that confidence about him too. Olivia realised she had been staring at the man for over a minute without reply, "Yes...its ashame" she said glancing back to the pond wondering if he was going to ask her to move. She was more aware of the class divide now more than ever.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 12, 2007 21:40:11 GMT -5
Memnoch stood there with his blue pools at the ducks. Wondering what would bring this woman to such happiness. His own life wasn't filled with it. Not much to accept in the world. Not much that he could do with himself, except sleep and walk around. The house was filled with his twin's stuff. None of it his, none of it can be touched. The life that he had as a child with his mother, was his only escape in life.
The breeze that russled through his mind. The smell of Spain's many crops and herbs. Soft arms around him humming in native tounge. The blue pools closed as the memory brought comfort to him. Not carring who would see him. Finally he heard her talk and snapped his pools open. He could tell in her voice the strain of her to actually talk to him.
A deeo sigh came forth from his velvets. The air took it and brought it across the garden. The smell of the flowers were uplifting to him. "Wondering myself what thier simple life must be. You get feed everyday, produce and make more of your kind. Then you die and rich soil comes from your bodice. Good life for a duck, horrible to a human." [/center][/color]
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Post by Olivia Taylor on Feb 13, 2007 9:07:52 GMT -5
((Occ: Soz, Writers block))
Olivia listened to the man, he spoke with thought his words had much depth to them, which Olivia found unusual most men she knew where blunt and straight to the point. "Yes, but sometimes simplicity can be worse." she said "What’s life with out the challenges it throws at us" she said, following his gaze back out to the pond. It wasn't often she spoke to someone; she had lost contact with all of her friends since the loss of the business and husband no one had bothered to contact her. "Humans can’t be content with a simple life,” she said pushing her blonde hair off her face impatiently.
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