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Tessa Malloy « Thread Started on May 5, 2008, 6:39pm »
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Name - Jessie Age - 18
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Name - Tessa Malloy Age - 19 Title - Jewel's Girl Sex - female Hair Color - red Eye Color - brown RP Example - (From Versailles Court) The soft tap of her own slippers upon the wooden docks resounded across the silence, echoing through Elvira like some eerie mourning cry, shaking the girl to her core. A subtle hiss of spray came to shower her in chilled salt water, it was refreshing, but startling. Her illusive thoughts were shattered by the sudden sprinkle of droplets tickling her skin. Only, she didn't care, in fact, Eve wouldn't have minded if she would be free from the confines of her own mind, even for one day. But she knew better. Life had taught the young girl to dream, it had taught her to hope, but it also taught her that pain traveled hand in hand with happiness. One could have a hard time swallowing such a notion. But life would deal this jaded card no matter what your heart could take. So, she continued her idle journey, allowing her mind to settle once more into the all-consuming storm of her thoughts. She fell into memory, drowning in the faces of those, she missed, and those she'd lost. For a brief moment in time, she was back upon the marble floor, sprawled on the Moorish style rug. She could see her father’s eyes light with excitement as his hands drew a story for the children. There were dragons and evil witches, there were handsome princes who rescued princesses. He created such marvelous tales, but he never shared with his listeners that such stories were meant only for dreams, that life would lead you down a more perilous path.
Eve was startled into the moment by the sight of another person upon the docks. She glanced about for a moment, unsure of whether to approach the seated frame, or simply walk by. But it was something in her face that sparked a flicker of recognition to Eve. Spurred by pure curiosity, she gathered her long skirts and headed towards the girl. She pushed aside all thoughts and drew a polite smile upon her face. It took every ounce of propriety she had to keep the question from spilling out into the coming night. She didn't want to startle her, so she made a conscious effort to place her feet heavily upon the planks to make her presence known before she came to stand beside her. She let a minute lapse, taking a few glimpses to piece together the likeness. But she had not been mistaken, it looked like a female Nicholas. She knew he had a sister, but nothing more about her future lover. The thought made her cheeks blossom red in embarrassment. What was she thinking? Strolling up to this woman whose brother, she hoped to bed in a few days. Her hard learned lessons of propriety had seemed elusive of late. Evading her at the most crucial of times. She had made more then one foolish mistake that would surely cost her reputation dearly. But it was too late to turn back now. So she remained a few feet from the girl, reminding herself over and over that she had every right to an intimate relationship, and that no one would make her feel inferior.
'Tis quite lovely Señora, do you not think so?
She began quietly, trying to put the girl at ease before asking her questions. She would handle her with care, try not to alarm her. Eve had no idea if this was even Nicholas' sister. The resemblance was uncanny, but then again she could point out some obvious differences. Well, there was no harm in asking. In fact, she had much to gain if she was in fact blood kin of Lord De Boyer. With sweaty palms, Eve looked down and smiled, a masterfully stoic mask of innocence had settled upon the Spaniards face. She allowed her presence to become that of a calm collected woman who was confident in herself. But ironically, such a veil could reveal a mirrored array of emotions, if it were to slip out of place. Others - Angel, Fancy, Luke