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Post by kristay on Feb 16, 2011 19:58:41 GMT -5
Ryan grinned at Anton briefly. “Sure.” His gaze wandered in a span of seconds and he found that he was gazing randomly at the dark forest that seemed to go on for forever outside of the circle they were all seated in. He thought about the memory he would choose for their game and his mouth curved into a cocky smile when he figured out which one he’d like to use. From the 23 years worth of memories that he had, he had finally selected one that they could play with and Ryan Sanders was excited. Suddenly, a girl appeared; she was definitely a new-comer, one who didn’t know the rules of their game and he had to smile at her enthusiasm. Yes, the game was fun, but sometimes it could get dreadfully painful. Yes. He wanted her to be the one to test his memory. His thoughts were cut short however as he felt the eerie gaze of Lolita and he turned and smiled boyishly at her. “Well, seeing how I’m not the elder here… Blyss?”
Sophia had been trying to calm down and had been thinking of her plan for her memory and the way things would turn out this time around when Annabeth appeared. She offered the girl a tiny smile, knowing that se would have a hard night ahead of her; well it really all depended on who chose Annabeth’s story. The young woman turned to Lolita and smiled, inclining her head so that her hair fell in a curtain over her shoulder. “Yes, we can start now.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked into the fire as she tried to remember how the meetings always began. “We all know why we’re here and I say we shouldn’t delay it any longer. We have a long night ahead of us, you all know the rules.” She smiled a bit indulgently to herself. “I don’t think an elder can be appointed when there are so few of us but well… We’ll see.” She turned her amber gaze to each member of the circle. “Now, who would like to start?”
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Post by Déjà vu on Feb 16, 2011 23:38:58 GMT -5
Dierdre Jenkins, formerly Dierdre Argall, tied a borrowed horse up just a short way off from the clearing, hearing several voices, but recognizing few and only catching partial sentences. It had been many years since she had last attended a gathering, but her position as elder still stood.
"Good," said Anton, a twinkle -- no, more of a fiery look in his eyes, stretched wide and reflecting the flames before them all. He pulled his gaze from Lolita, however, when Annabeth announced her presence. Cocky, even for one of us, he thought, though he knew not to laugh, lest he gain an enemy, make a possible ally decide to hold a grudge. Their inflated egos were quite easily bruised. "Welcome," he said, instead. "Anton Durand. I don't think we've met." She looked young, but he was being cautious. Looks were deceiving in this circle, and the last thing he wanted to do this time was mistake an elder for a newbie.
Anton listened to Sophie's brief prelude, looking expectantly to the dark sky once more. Well, I certainly know the rules, he thought. Anton was looking around the circle, wondering who would volunteer first, when he saw another figure approaching through the woods.
The tall, slender woman didn't look a day over thirty, if that, but she was much, much older, and that could be discerned by the way she carried herself, as if she held authority and yet was too delicate ever to rush. Soft, blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders, but her green eyes betrayed her sadness, her constant worrying. They were distant, and the skin around them was puffy. Dierdre had vowed to herself never to return to a gathering, because their pasts were so fragile, and she quite enjoyed the life she'd chosen, but there was one thing that needed to be changed. It was, of course, worth the risk. I mustn't be soft, she thought to herself, I mustn't be soft. She'd changed too much lately, and could not betray that. She would be doling out consequences to others tonight, because she could not afford to take any chances.
"A moment more, Deveraux," Dierdre said, as she stepped fully into the campfire's light and smiled in greeting. Brilliant lightning lit the cloudless sky and a moment later, a deep thunderclap sounded overhead. Dierdre cackled along with the lightning as she took her seat around the fire, crossing her legs and her arms. "Now."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Feb 17, 2011 0:06:03 GMT -5
Annabeth took a seat around the fire and looked at the man who had said her name. Anton... she rolled over in her mind, deciding if she was going to like him or not. She couldn't feel him out just like that, but he was the first to speak to her, so she gave him a chance. "Annabeth... Vallance. And you're right, we haven't met." She didn't say anything more for fear of looking ridiculous, she did that from time to time, especially in places that she wasn't sure what the proper way to act would have been. She watched the tall, thin woman walk into the group and sit. She must be an elder, she thought to herself, but she didn't dare speak it. She didn't understand any of this, and she was unaware how this would work or if she owed anything to become a member of this form of secret society. She had night that she wanted changed, and she wanted it to go her way, and she wasn't about to make any enemies. Not right now.
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Post by Tiff on Feb 17, 2011 1:18:55 GMT -5
Lolita sat a little straighter in her chair, her excitement for the nights events were multiplied as an elder entered their presence and said the event could commence. She wasn't willing to start, not sure at all which memory she'd procure for them, she was confident in her abilities, but wasn't confident enough to go first on her first ritualistic history changing night. "Maybe..." She glanced between Sophie and Dierdre. "One of you would start, might give us a standard to live up to." She glanced at Annabeth, hoping the girl wouldn't take it as a sort of insult, the purpose of these meetings wasn't to gain enemies amongst themselves, though if competition peaked high enough, rivals formed. "With two of us being quite inexperienced..." She cautioned herself, not trying to step on toes, she obviously didn't know of Annabeth's experiences. "It might be nice to learn the ropes, have an example to go off." She glanced at the two older woman, begging she wasn't being offensive to them by suggesting this.
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Post by kristay on Feb 18, 2011 20:45:39 GMT -5
A moment more Deveraux. Sophie paused, her mouth slightly ajar in readiness to speak. She couldn’t help but grin at the elder. “Dierdre. I didn’t expect you to attend this meeting.” She inclined her head respectfully as was due to the eldest of the group. Sophia had not expected anyone else to show, least of all Dierdre Argall who had been thought to have ended her affiliation with any time walker. Sophie shrugged though, the woman had spark and that had always intrigued her. A soft chuckle escaped her soft lips at the almost insane cackle that came from Dierdre. Yes, even nature was agreeing to their coming together, how interesting.
At the thought from Lolita, Sophie frowned. She didn’t want to be first and had not even considered that as elder, she would have to set the standard for the night. She had wanted to wait till the end or at least the middle; she had honestly been eager to re-write Anton’s memory once more, maybe fix the things she had destroyed for him or- well… That was for later, she didn’t want to volunteer.
Ryan saved her from saying anything though; apparently the rogue had other ideas in mind. “Well if Blyss and Argall don’t have anything to say about it, I’d like to volunteer. I’m certainly not an elder but I’m still not a beginner.” He flashed a cocky grin to the group as he stood slightly to correct his chair so he could sit better. He put both feet apart and leaned towards the fire, his elbows resting on muscular thighs. Ryan knew Argall would probably kill him for ignoring her but he looked at Sophie first. “Blyss?” She gave him a cheeky smile in return and shrugged as if to say she was all for it. “Well then, shall I begin this night’s meeting?” He had the perfect memory in mind, and he hoped Annabeth would be the one to rise to his challenge.
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Post by Déjà vu on Mar 6, 2011 1:04:21 GMT -5
Anton inclined his head when Annabeth spoke her name aloud, but didn't have anything else to say to the girl. His attention was quickly diverted to the two elders and then to Ryan.
Dierdre nodded her head slightly back at Sophia Deveraux. "I can't say I expected to come back," she said quietly, but wasn't sure she should betray any further information. "But here I am, around the fire again, ready to Walk." She smiled at Sophia, unsure whether her face suggested admiration or speculation of insanity, but attracted to the woman's countenance, seemingly trustworthy, as always, nevertheless.
Dierdre turned and raised her eyebrows slightly at Lolita's assertion that an elder should go first. She had been hoping for a spot in the middle of the proceedings, and needed to have her past rewritten before she dealt with someone else's. Dierdre was about to decline, knowing it was perfectly well within her right as an elder to make someone else go first, and might have even made Lolita, but Ryan spoke first, saving her the trouble. Dierdre tended to forget that their dwindling numbers meant she should get on the bad side of no timewalker, could she help it.
Dierdre slowly turned her head to look at Ryan when he spoke, reserving judgement for a brief period of time. She'd never disliked the man, at least, but she had only met him a couple of times before she'd left the circle. At least he had enough respect to use her last name, since he couldn't do her the courtesy of a respectful gesture. Her lips were pursed because of this insult, but did not interrupt as he assumed a comfortable posture so he could begin the first telling of the night. "Be my guest, Sanders," she said quietly, as though he had asked. "This should be a treat," she said, a coat of irony lacing her words, though he might be the only one to notice it. She leaned back in her chair, more excited for the night than she would have expected to be.
Sorry it's not great or long, and it's obviously very late.
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