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Post by illustrex on Feb 5, 2008 19:00:13 GMT 8
(We now bring you an RP already in progress. The rest will come as soon as I can dig it up. n.n; )
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Post by illustrex on Feb 5, 2008 19:00:59 GMT 8
Neviella: Continuously the wee female moved forward, inch by ever slow inch; closing in on the shiny bells upon the Harlequins shoes. There, half of her upper torso lay on the stage just barely peeking out from under the curtain. A quiet giggle escaped the little ones throat, and passed her lips; as tiny feminine fingers proceeded to walk toward the black and yellow cloth bound shoes. For a moments time she simply played, each set of fingers bowing to each other, and dancing before reaching the front of the entertainers shoes. Where, skillfully she plucked from both; incredibly shiny gold bells. Not a single hesitation racked the mind of the youthful character, nor did any bit of regret as she tucked her lithe form back under the curtain, and off of the stage. “I got me some new toooooys!” With that, the childish being skipped about, shaking both bells within her hands! Oh how sneaky she was! How.. Dastardly. Giggling, louder now Nevi twirled and twisted about, causing the spring decour’d gown she wore to lift, and flutter about skinned knees.
Illustrex: The Jester, with his head bent down, could see everything that was going on. The tiny hands inching ever slowly toward him. He watched as the tiny digits wrapped themselves about the golden bells. He watched as the hands raped them from him, and he watched as they slithered away like serpents in the grass. Suddenly, the show halted. The Jester stopped, the strings fell with slack, and the illusion the Harlequin was spinning simply melted and dripped to the wood before him. The crowd knew not how to react to this sudden change, though most simply thought of it as part of the show. A soft growld soon sounded, growing into a loud snarl as the form of the Jester twitched. The strings upon the marionette faded and his limbs fell limp to his sides. Gloved fingers twitched and clutched into a fists as the face of the being was lifted. Suddenly, the crowd could see the pale, milky-white porcleian masque that hid the face of the Jester. The masque, as always, was void of any emotion, any features...but...something was off. The right eye, There was a small crack in the perfect masque. Just a small one, no larger than an inch, creeping out like a vine. The empty eyes of the masque began to glow with an eerie orange glow as the Illusionary Harlequin straighted his posture and turned his orange orbs upon the crowd. His raspy voice, empty and heartless, blew over the crowd like a cold wind. "It would seem...that there is a thief within our presence. You slimey maggots dare expect anyone to come to your boil of a town, when you treat them with such dissrespect." The Jester began to step toward the edge of the stage, but as his foot struck the wood, he heard no tiny ring. His left fist shook as his blind fury grew. With each step he took, each stolen jingle that should have been only fueld his rage. "Since you see fit to take from me..." His voice grew louder as he drew closer to the crowd. "Then I shall take from each and every one of you." An eerie giggle slipped from behind the masque, making the people in the front grow uncomfortable and shift about in place. "What! 'Eve done nothin' wrong! 'Ow can you take from us 'en we've done nothin'?" "What is this!? A foolish man has spoken his word...and out of turn it would seem." The hallow voice of the Jester echoed again, his masque turning to the man withint he crowd. The clothed shoe of the harlequin curled over the lip of the stage as his knees bent slowly. Suddenly, like a snake, he struck, leaping from the stage toward the man. Placing his other clothed foot into the chest of the man, his weight would force him to the ground and in a swift motion, the Jester slipped a dagger from his sleeve into his palm. In the blink of an eye...One, two, three. The man was able to blink once before a fountain of red began to spray from the three wounds in his neck. He gurgled a little, choking on his own blood as a shrill cry of terror erupted from the crowd.
Neviella: Golden hued orbs peered downward to the matching bells in her hands, as she listened to the outbreak behind the still dropped red curtain. Slowly a grin formed over pretty lips as she continuously shook the very bells that now brought the downfall to the blood gurgling man, what was so special about these things anyway? They were, just bells after all. Her head tilted, letting long locks of pink tainted hair fall over the cream colored flesh of her cheeks. A tiny, pink tongue then protruded forward from her mouth and flicked against the first golden bell. “Eeeeyuck!” The mixed taste of gold, dirt, and … perhaps washed away blood? Tainted her taste buds, as she sputtered and spit toward the ground. Not a good idea, not at all. Disgusted, the girl wrinkled her nose, and furrowed together shaped brows. “Certainly doesn’t TASTE special..” Almost violently her wee frame shook in an attempt to perhaps knock the taste from her mind, and when alas that didn’t work she tossed the bells onto the ground. “I don’t like you!” A huff, and jerk around later the tiny one was headed back toward the stage curtain.. Maybe there was something else to play with.. Or maybe, there was something fun happening.. Whatever, anything was better then those yucky bells. So, onward she went; back upon the stage, crawling, scooting, and ducking under the massive curtain..
Illustrex: The few quick beings who could skurry out of the crowd first managed to get away with their lives, but the rest whom were gathered had all fallen before the hands of the Jester. Each one suffering, each one yeilding no bells. His temper grew more and more, as he slew each and every one. When the young girl had poked her head from under the curtain, all that remained was the harlequin. He seemed wet...from his hat to he bell-less shoes. He panted, forcing himself to intake air, burning his dried lungs. He groweld and hurled bodies to the side, searching for the glint of gold that would never come. But wait... What was this? He left one alive? The harlequin turned slowly, blood dripping from his entire being as he let his orange orbs fall upon the girl who laid beneat the silk. It was her. Those tiny hands... The one who took his little golden bells. She raped them from him and made him incomplete. She would have to pay for this. The Jester let a small giggle pass his lips as he slid his long, crooked tongue from behind the edge of the masque and ran it along the cheek. The blood was still warm, as he smeared it along the masque before slurping the tongue back into his mouth. "So...child." The raspy voice echoed out as the Jester jumped back up onto the stage. He stood at the end, as to not scare her away. He didn't want to kill someone as sneaky as her...she would have her uses. "You seem to have bested me. You've won the game. But now it's over...and I'd like what's mine returned." He extended one of his bloody, gloved hands out to her, letting the palm rest upward. His eager fingers twitched, awaiting the small golden orbs that she had stolen.
Neviella: With the approach of the blood stained jester, she didn’t flinch, nor did she make a note of being terrified of the dead that lay sprawled only feet away from where she rested upon the stage. When the man had spoken of the golden ringers of disgustingness, her nose once again wrinkled, joining the sour expression dawned over her childish facial features. “What’s so great about them anyways? Huh?!” Scared, she was not; for how could one be such, if they did not understand the term? Awkwardly she slipped out from under the curtain, her bottom resting now onto the wooden planks, as her own golden orbs of shimmery greatness peeked innocently up to the one whom performed tricks. “I’ve seen people like you before…” Her face continued to express something close to sour, as she dramatically tilted her head back to stare at the giant. “See them on the streets all the time, betcha’ yer like them fakes huh?” --- A smile twisted itself over her mouth now. “Show me something! OOOOOOOOO… PLEASEEEEE… show me something… special.” Tiny hands clasped together just under the youths chin, as she bat her long lashes to the Harlequin. The bells now slipped aimlessly from her mind.<e>
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Post by wowposter on Nov 2, 2008 11:56:44 GMT 8
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