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Everything
A lot has happened since I last wrote something just upon myself. I can’t even remember the last thing I wrote about my life. Pretty sad, ne? But anyway…
I have been going to college for the past few weeks and everything seems to be pretty peachy. Classes have been going along fine and I have found an organization to be a part of. Vice president, no less. But there is problems that I am still trying to sort out. Lately I have had sleep deprivation and would catch up on my “sleep debt” on days I didn’t have classes or something urgent to complete. I would typically only get 2 to 3 hours of sleep trying to get things done and prepared for the next time I have a particular class. Friday night, Alexiel told me he thought my methodology was foolish, because at the time I had only 2 hours of sleep to go on and I was contemplating my options of what to do, whether it be staying up and completing a chapter in Psychology or go to sleep. He told me I should sleep. I have to say the only other person aside to my parents that can practically tell me what to do at a point that I near exhaustion or I am being foolish is him. I can’t really explain that.
Anyway, my problem is my time management and I guess it is because I don’t really have a structured schedule. I have found I work better at the campus library, because it is QUIET! I cannot get this at my home at all. I’ve tried to take naps and it is interrupted by one thing or another. I can take one when either no one is home or the other occupants leave me alone long enough for one. I can sleep through TV and such, but not the human element. Pretty much I have to try to cram everything on campus, because it basically makes it easier on me when I’m not. I don’t have to worry about it.
Alexiel, like many others, have noted that I am very stressed. Although Alexiel noted that I stress over every little thing and that it isn’t necessary to do so. Phone conversations are good for more than one thing. Haha, anyway… I try to deny that I don’t have stress and it was after he said that that I did realize that it was true, that I do stress over every little thing. I guess being the outside body you would notice. He gave me a few pointers as to what I should do. He suggested not to worry about every little thing, for one. I made excuses, of course, which backfired due to the fact he always had a counter on hand. Amazing how he could find one, but I guess most of it is common sense. I must lack that if contemplate what to do on only two hours of sleep.
I have said and still do think this: I have been overloaded and been smacked with this new life so very suddenly. This he told me a little story about someone in his life that felt as I did to which he had suggested to her that if she felt that way that she needed to make the decision of sticking it out or going home. Well, she did the latter and now works full-time and for some strange reason her parents blamed him for it, but she made her decision. It is her fault, not Alexiel’s. Sad how they always found him at fault, but anyway. I told him my decision of sticking it out, but I can’t exactly do this alone. Thing is, I know I’m not alone as long as I have him there pulling for me. I have to laugh now, because he told me that he wouldn’t baby me through college. He never had that happen to him, so I figure I might as well go through the same fate. I say I’ll laugh now for I believe I will be thanking him later for not babying me through.
From an earlier discussed topic between Alexiel and I is now taking its effect this weekend. Time alone. We had agreed at the time it was discussed that it was good to have time alone and that if we didn’t think that there is something definitely wrong. I believe, he like myself, take this weekend as an opportunity of being alone. I have to admit I wanted to call him today, but what stopped me is what is going on currently with him and the opportunity. My sister was trying her best to get me to, but I kept on insisting no. I had almost turned it off, but what one of my friends said to me registered. It is one of those “just-in-case” things. Just in case he gets hurt or if he wanted to call. I told him I doubted this, because if I know Alexiel’s mentality as well as I think that I do and if it is running like mine is right now; this is an opportunity to be alone.
I have to admit at sometimes it scares me about how similar our minds can run at times while others they are far apart. Although they aren’t far apart often. We usually find something to discuss that won’t cause us to be heated up about. Politics is one topic we avoid now, because we will never see eye to eye on it. And so be it. He is entitled to his own opinion just as I am. Other than that, we normally don’t argue, which most find it strange. If we do get hot and bothered we just discuss what is bothering us and try to solve whatever it is. I notice this connection and I cannot tell you if he can, but it is for real. Seems too perfect, ne?
I do have to say there is a lot of me you do not know, nor will you ever. That information is really only for the closest of friends, which the only one who watches my blog is Alexiel, as far as I know. None of my other friends have ever mentioned that they do read it. Once would be good enough, but eh… what am I to do.
I believe my next entry will be on a form of social networking site that is pretty handy, you’ll see. Thanks for reading.
6 comments September 21, 2008
AL Role Play (BB) : Section 2
Men are scum, but if this man is even bothering to touch a mere servant maid like you, then you’d better serve him well or he might never return. You might never have a chance like this to relax in front of patron again.
Aryln emerged from the double doors that led from the kitchen, holding a wooden tray with three thick slices of bread and a small serving of butter beside them. Her expression, however, appeared more eased – she was half – smiling, as if once more pleased with herself – though still having that same disinterested glaze in her azure eyes.
“The bread was baked fresh..” she said, in a calmer, more relieved tone, setting down the delicious-smelling tray. “It should be tasty..”
Aryln tilted her head slightly off to the side, offering a friendly smile with her eyes closed. “I can.. fill your wine glass again if you would like..?”
He stopped tapping his fingers and looked up at her. His expression had remained unchanged of the widen eyes and frown. His breath had caught up inside of him for a moments time. “Stunning…” he whispered softly. Vane turned his attention to the bread then his empty glass.
A reminder of your life…? Yes…empty. Nothing fulfilling. You take what you want and give nothing in return. You don’t bother to be acquainted with the woman, your victim. But why not change that former image…take the chance she might reject your offer…and learn her being.
He picked up his glass and held it out toward her. “You can, but…” he trailed off while regaining his composure of his smooth smile and sparkling eyes. “Make sure you get something for yourself as well.”
Two hours that had the sensation of mere minutes had passed since Aryln had began serving Vane. In the midst of Vane’s offer, Aryln’s gaze trailed off to the side, following Anastasia’s form into the back where the Maid’s quarters were.
That man..and Anastasia..probably..
The semi-audible swirl of Vane’s wine against his glass brought back Again, he is being kind to me…, she thought, almost sadly. She had no idea what to do other than what she had been trained to do… or rather, what she had learned to do from the others. None of the other maids paid any attention to her, not even Anastasia whom she was the most drawn to in becoming acquainted with.
“Ah..I couldn’t..” she started with a slight shake of her head. “I am just a maid here..I could never share a drink with a patron..Oh!”
Focusing so much on her own speech, she had not heard the door open, but only shut tight as another female wandered in, seeming a bit unsure of her surroundings. Out of pure habit, Aryln took in the full appearance of the casually-dressed girl with a shade of hair she had never seen before. She parted her lips to say hello in an attempt to reassure her, but Aryln’s throat clamped shut. In place of words, a constricted, awkward giggled was expelled, immediately causing her to look back at Vane, then off in the other direction as pink in the cheeks a rose in summer.
He rose an eyebrow while keeping his charming smile on his face. Vane took a sip of his wine then set his glass down and sighed slowly.
“Hm…This seems rather disappointing. I have to say that it is a dire shame. I was rather hoping you would grace with your presence even if it was a drink that was the time limit.”
He looked up at her face and studied her delicate features. His body welcomed the sight of her as his eyes traveled down her slender frame.
“You know it doesn’t matterto me who you are. Maid or not I would still like your company, but if you can’t…” he said the last bit of the sentence slowly. “I guess I will have to understand, but I am curious as to why you can’t. Although I’m sure you are wondering what is up with me, right?”
Glancing around the bar, feeling the thick, warm air within the bar become stagnant once again, she folded her hands together, resting them right below her torso. All of the other maids were either in their quarters or otherwise preoccupied…was what she realized. She nervously bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to make of this unusual situation, and struggling with the truth: Vane’s words could be considered convincing in a situation like this.
“I..guess I could..” she mumbled, staring at the curved toe section of her silver heels. Her eyes spoke volumes of emotions, and then… the echo of those words resounded.
…You’d better serve him well… He may never come back… You might never have a chance like this to relax in front of a patron again…
With that thought, Aryln countenance gradually became relaxed again-her purpose was rekindled. Lifting her head to look at his face, a soft smile arrived on her lips, as she took up the wind flask with her hands, slipping the thin side expertly between her fingers.
Serving patrons is what I do… I should serve him well and not worry about how others treated me… but how far should I..?
“Um..Vane..sir, I apologize for my rudeness..” she said airily with a small bow.” If you would like my company..” She began to pour the violet liquid into his glass with ease. “..then I will serve you..the best.”
“But in all honesty, you don’t have to apologize. No need really. I’m the one that is really my fault and I’m sure you are wondering why am I treating you the way that I treating you the way that I am. I will tell you that sad story..if you like, but I rather, at the moment, get to know the woman before me..Aryln. You deeply intrigue me.”
He stood up quite suddenly then took a few steps to the other side of the table and pulled out the chair. Vane bowed in a gentlemen-like fashion then said, “Sitdown, Aryln, and tell me what you please. Your thoughts, your opinions… It can be anything you wish. Tonight is your night…after all.”
Intrigued..by me? My..night? Why focus on me..?
Aryln was no longer as jittery as she was when she first met Vane hours ago, but the absence of that apprehension around a male patron, a handsome one at that, compelled her to still remain on guard. No one would come to her rescue if she allowed herself to fall into malicious hands.
She could feel the vivid green eyes of Tzeniya upon her, then gradually fade for another patron Aryln had not noticed within. Through a bit saddened she had not asked for her services, Aryln’s gentle, yet lax gaze rested on the chair that had been pulled out for her sake. With her hands still folded in front of her, she took short steps, gave a short bow of thanks, then sat down, careful to not let any fabric or hair be caught against the back of the wooden chair.
“I..have nothing to tell..” she said in a hesitant, yet brisk tone, though faintly smiling at her hands in her lap. “..and no reason..to accept kindness. But you said you had a.. sad story, but..I think anyone who comes here..has a sad story. A reason to escape.. the outside..”
He pushed her chair in then placed his glass in front of her. Vane relaxed in his chair while pushing the bread tray toward her. “Please help yourself and I believe you deserve the kindness. What would make you think otherwise?”
A slight frown appeared on his face to show his disapproval of what she had said. Vane placed his elbows on the table then rested his chin on his folded hands. He sighed slowly then closed his eyes. “Believe me…” he whispered.
His eyes snapped open as he looked at her, stunned. Those words weren’t suppose to come out. Fool… You probably think I’m just doing all this just to have my way with you…
Vane shook his head slowly then buried his face in his hands. He let them fall into his lap while keeping his head down. “Aryln, you probably think that I…” He paused for a moment. His throat felt constricted and dry as he swallowed. “..That I am just treating you this way for physical desires. To tell you the truth I’m trying to prove to you..prove to myself that I am not the man that I once was. I’ll be honest I do want you physically, but… I want you more then a physical partner. A friend perhaps, but I doubt you would give me the time or day for any of that. The chance to be with you alone… I will also be honest in saying that I will be hurt in it not happening, but happy at the same time because you are safe…from me.”
Aryln gasped when the words “physical desires” were uttered from his lips, causing her to turn a subtle pink around her cheekbones. She had wanted to interject, but instead remained perfectly silent as he bore his heart in such a reserved manner that would qualify him as a surefire gentleman, albeit very forward for a girl like her to handle. She stared almost longingly at her hands, running one thumb over the other in her lap until finally she released an audible sigh. She had been describing her personal view on her own reasons for finding this corrupt town – even perhaps opening a door for the immaculate-skinned male to share his own story – but now confusion riddled her expression. She had suddenly become very unsure of herself and, again, of the platium-haired male that pursued her with avid gentleness. And yet she spoke in her natural manner the best she could, already being soft-spoken and slow with tongue.
‘I..don’t understand. I was only meant that..if we are here, then we must have a sad story too.”
Wrapping herself in her azure strands of hair falling over her shoulders, she hugged herself tight, turning her gaze off her lap to the floor. Her countenance has become much more troubled. His choice of affirming, sweet words ran through her mind over and over again. She did not know what to do with it all.
“I don’t even you..and you want to be with me alone..? You don’t know who I am.. Yes, thank you for your kindness towards me.. I’m just..I’m just..!”
Her lithe,pale hands, faintly blotchy in some areas, gripped the cloth on her shoulders, pulling it as she bent over her lap. Her body began to quiver, overwhelmed with mixed emotions flooding her psyche. With clenched teeth, Aryln’s attempt at holding back tears was rapidly failing.
Vane’s jaw dropped. He jumped out of his chair and knelt down beside her. He ignored the clatter of the chair as he tried to decide whether or not to touch her. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body. He felt her slender figure rest against his hard, masculine physique. “Shh… You are not just a maid. You are a beautiful young woman that holds her wits about her..that carries herself well. You are fine the way you are and there is no pressure. It is all up to you.” He took a deep breath then let her go.
Vane tilted her head towards him and cupped her soft pink cheek. “That sad story happened long ago..when I was very young. Long, long ago…” He took a deep breath and let his hand land on his knee. “You would think that an angel would be perfect and not commit any injustices against anyone, but that isn’t necessarily true with all of them..I’m an example. My best friend and I hopped around from bar to bar. Bars like these… One fateful night, there was a maid..she attracted me so, but I wasn’t the only one attracted to her. My friend was as well…”
He stood up and took a sip of the wine then pulled his seat over to her side of the table He sat down carefully while sighing. “She played us both. Against each other… It resulted in the worse thing that could ever happen. It happened all so fast. I can baredly remember it because..because I wasn’t myself. He and I turned against one another..fought each other. Here..I am..still alive.” His gaze had fallen to the floor, lips taunt. “I killed my best friend. I’m a monster that had to change.. A monster that needed a new light, but hasn’t found it. I spare people from my being.” Vane kept his head down so not to look at Aryln. He felt a great shame come across his body.
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Author’s Note: Yet again everything has been left as is. No corrections were made. I will also say that I don’t know how long it will be till the next section or if there will even be a new section, because Alexiel and I are really the only active role players in it while the other’s take longer than we do to respond. So bear with me if there isn’t anymore or if it takes a long time for the next section.
Add comment August 23, 2008
AL Role Play (BB): Section 1
Dressed in a demure, yet attractive, long-sleeved azure blouse with black lace traveling down the inner outline down to where the cut set right above her low-C-cup breasts, Aryln, the bar’s newest maid, emerged from her quarters with a most neutral expression on her face. Walking down the short hall in silver heels that have been scuffed from overuse, her black knee skirt with matching azure polyester fabric on its frayed edges fluttered about her thin, pale legs. Her hands, complimented by the black satin that settled at the edge of her loose sleeves, remained at her side, vaguely scanning the room as she sped up her walking pace until she took her place behind the bar counter.
Her body language was that of a timid fox – beautiful to watch in its habitat, yet easily put off by any acknowledgment of its existence. She immediately began occupying her frail fingers with a glass, running her finger along the side…a smile creeping to her mildly chapped pink lips. She would raise her droopy eyes every so often to surmise that everyone was being helped.
Her shift had only just began, but she knew that Anastasia might be tired from a never ending night of serving and being offered favors from male patrons. Noticing that anastasia was now leaving the table of a man she ha served, she deemed it fair to continue occupying her hands along the dull edges of the tall glass along her sensitive fingertips until Anastasia was able to talk.
Rain sprinkled down on a glorious man as the wind blew through his silken silver hair. He stopped then looked up at the unusual, dark building. The architecture Gothic, but caught his interest yet at the same time he was wary. The angel had long ago sword off this life, but this place was tempting his old life to return.
“That life is over, but here it is waving itself in my face once again,” he muttered aloud to himself. “You do need a place to stay…”
He tilted his head towards the sky then closes his eyes. The angel let out his breath slowly then nodded.
“I will not allow myself to go…to incredibly far. If I do I hope that she is meaningful…” He opened his eyes. “Someone I absolutely need…”
He stepped forward then opened the door and stopped immediately when his eye caught hold of a blue-haired beauty. His body began to react which he quickly looked away from her as he moved himself across the room to an empty table. He pulled his cloak off and dropped it on the chair. Out of the corner of his eye he could still see her. He took his sword off his belt and leaned it against the table within his reach when needed.
The angeld sat there in awe of the beautiful maid. He wanted to call her over, but turned his head away while keeping her within his sight.
“You knew this would happen, Vane,” he whispered to himself.
Aryln’s playful teasings along the glass were interrupted by the same male Anastasia was focusing on earlier. She kept her eyes lowered as he breezed past her body as if she were invisible to the naked eye.
Anastasia’s…room…? she thought for a brief moment. A moment was all she had, for a new face had entered the bar. Silver hair that shimmered with the wind as it had changed when the door closed behind him. Pale, flawless skin. Fleeting gray eyes…that were now looking straight at her as she had suddenly turned absent-minded towards controlling her own sense of sight.
Her eyes grew wide with shame and embarrassment, unable to even recall how long her bad habit of blank staring had completely gotten the best of her. She quickly lowered her head out of respect for the new patron as he had been taught to, quickening her steps, hoping to meet the male’s needs with haste.
“W-Welcome, good sir,” she said with her head still bowed, and her hands folded tightly together in front of her waist. Her voice was high-pitched, and timid. One would even call it a bit slow, thought she always tried her best to hide it. “Please forgive me..for my disrespect. How may I serve you..?”
He froze at the sound of her voice, but instantly fell in love with it. Vane relaxed then looked up into her delicate eyes. He tried his best not to show what he was feeling, but a slight smiled slid onto his face. He reached up and place his hand under her chin then tilted her head upward.
“You don’t have to bow your head down. It hides…it hides your beauty…” Vane trailed off then shook his head. He moved his gaze elsewhere while letting his hand drop on the table. It made a soft thud that he slightly cringed at. He hadn’t intended on that. He wondered if it would draw attention from someone else when he only wanted hers. This mysterious, delicate maid that caught his attention, his desire so quickly.
“Hm…surprise me. I’m giving you free reign…uh.. What is your name, fair maiden?”
Regaining her usual, dull-looking composure after jumping a bit at the dull thud of his hand, she stood stiff even after the male’s fingers had left her chin, unaccustomed to being touched by anyone but herself.
Don’t call me…such things., she muttered softly, drifting her gaze off towards the only thing in her life of vision: the kitchen.
“Aryln. That is..my name.”
The room felt strangely still around her. She felt almost alone, until she heard the sound of glass hitting the wooden bar table, realizing now there was only Terra, the patron she was serving, and the man before her that seemed almost translucent being that she could perhaps see right through if she tried. Whatever was causing this abnormal sensation of apprehension within her was unknown. Only one thing she knew at that moment: She needed to get away, if only for a moment.
“Free..reign? Then.. I will get you a drink,” she said, uncertainty lining her mild tone. Not once did her eyes meet his, save their initial distance. She slipped away from his table swiftly as she had arrived, averting her eyes and squeezing her cupped hands as she readied herself behind the bar by Terra.
His brow furrowed together as she walked away. Vane began to ponder at her stiffness.
Did I say something wrong? Or was it my touch that she was displeased of such a thing? Maybe it was a combination of the two… Maybe she didn’t like what I said or the touch… When she comes back I guess I should apologize for my actions. Plus what would she want with a man like me? To her I’m probably just like every other man that enters this bar. A pig… A disrespectful pig that only cares about a woman in one way… Physical.
He let out a heavy sigh as he waited for his drink. “Aryln…what must I do to prove to you otherwise?” he whispered so softly it was if he wasn’t speaking.
With almost pinpointed ease, Aryln slipped a small, clean glass into her hands, knelt down into the wine cupboard, and pulled out a bottle of aged wine. Each action she took in this – popping the cork off the slender bottle; balancing its narrow side on her left hand and tilting with her right, slowly allowing the rose liquid flow into the glass, delivering both the glass and bottle in hand without skipping a beat – her mind began to clear, thinking of nothing – relaxed, confident in her bar tending abilities. Though she was slow of speech and appeared almost “easy”, Aryln was not a clumsy girl.
“Here you are..” Aryln said, holding back her emotions of self-pleasure. Her skills in that area were the only reason why a girl with aesthetic physical features, yet slow and otherwise innocent girl like her would be hired in a corrupt bar like this.
Again, her eyes wavered towards the kitchen as she parted her petite, pink lips. an unintentional, yet fitting action to complement her next question.
“Would you like..some bread, sir?”
“Thank you, Aryln, and yes I would, but before you go…” He stood up then bowed in an elegant manner. ” I would like to apologize to you.”
He straighten himself up and attempted to look her straight in the eye. Sincerity sparkled in his eyes as he took a deep breath to explain his apology.
“I am sorry. It was wrong of me to call you what I did and touch you. I should of approached you from a different direction. One I should of asked your permission to touch you and two I should of called you ‘miss’,” he said gently.
A soft smile had crept onto his face as he held out a hand. “How about a restart?” he asked. “My name is Vane Imari. I’m a traveler. And you are?”
Upon him standing to his feet, Aryln could not help but stare straight at him, apprehension written all over countenance, so as to know exactly what would happen next. Thought as he spoke, the tension that had riled her entire body began to be released in slow breaths.
“No no… Please don’t call me ‘miss’,” she said with a bit more confidence, shaking her head, making her long, azure bangs brush against her cheeks that had become a faint rosy tint. “I feel old..ah..!”
She gasped a bit when Vane held out his hand. Her cupped hands had long since risin to her chest to somehow protect herself, pressing firm against her breats. She was no longer stiff with uncertainty, but muddled with confusion. Her puzzled gaze only made her eyes appear that much more lax, first looking at his hand, then at the man’s face that seemed to sparkle and shimmer even in the low lighting of the bar.
Are you..being kind to me? her eyes seemed to say all their own.
In a moment’s time, her slender, trembling hand gradually reached out to shake his. As soon as her fingertips touched his skin, she recoiled then bowed in apology.
“I..don’t..um..Aryln.. Very sorry! I’m not used to..this kind of attention. I will bring your bread right away..!”
She turned towards the kitchen, walking briskly as her hair floated against the light curve below her back, disappearing into the kitchen.
His face temporarily held a smile until she walked away. It grew puzzled as his jaw dropped open, “I…I…I…” he stuttered. “What did I do wrong this time?”
His eyes widen slightly as he plopped down into his chair. He picked up his glass and drained it then set it down. Did I do anything wrong? Or am I just paranoid? Am I really just making a fool of myself? For what? To impress her? Do I…do I want to? Vane thought then shook his head. I have to distract myself from these thoughts and give myself something new. But what?
He began to tap his fingers while becoming impatient. “I guess I’ll find out when she comes back. Maybe… No she wouldn’t.”
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Author’s note: This role play will be strictly the characters of Aryln and Vane unless other characters are to interact with Aryln or Vane then it will be posted with in with a some type of indication. The bolded letters are mine while the other set is Alexiel’s. More of this role play will be posted in sections of ten unless circumstances prevent that from happening then it will be stated within that post. Enjoy this. I had to put a lot of time into getting this up. By the way none of it was edited it remains as it was when it was posted on Anime League.
Add comment August 16, 2008
