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❛this time please someone come and rescue me❜
░ NAME :: Miranda C. James
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❛'cause you on my mind it's got me losing it❜
░ MOOD :: Smitten, Disgusted, Panicked, Fearful
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❛I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me❜
░ LOCATION :: At House Two; Living Room
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❛love is testing me but still I'm losing it❜
░ CURRENT INTEREST :: Cassanova.
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The stranger bent his head down and lightly kissed her hand again before cooing out her name in a soft, sultry voice. "The rose of my eye. Please," he purred out before dropping on one knee to the floor like a true gentleman. Now this was more like it. Where had he been all her life?! He then proceeded to introduce himself. "My name is Ilya. Ilya De'Vassago. The man of your dreams. The man who will intends on healing your wounds." He pecked her hand once more before looking up at her again and running his hand up her arm. "The wounds that appear on your beautiful skin," His hand then travelled up to her collarbone, just barely grazing her skin causing an excited shiver to run up her spine. "And the wounds that are in your heart as well." He concluded before retracting his arm and delving it into his pocket. He took out a single rose petal, pressed it against his lips and stood, staring deep into Miranda's eyes before pressing the bud to her lips as if it were an indirect kiss. "Dear Miranda... It shall now be my duty to protect you, even if it means taking my life!"
Miranda was completely swept off her feet. Ilya De'Vassago was truly the man of her dreams. She'd wasted her time on so many sleezebags in the past but it was all worth it because now here he was - her prince charming. Miranda's lips curled up into a sweet, genuine smile and she opened her lips to speak; however, then it happened.
It was as if every bit of luck was against her today because it was at that moment that "it" came back. A man in rather nice (but not nearly as nice as Ilya's) gettup walked in and "delivered" back Zeke, addressing Ilya in the process. "Be sure to keep track of your women this one is a bit of a hassle." Miranda's jaw dropped and all she could do was merely gape as the man let the girl spin into Ilya, right in front of her. "Y-you ... w-what.. h-hey! I-I..-" Miranda sputtered; however she was silenced as Ilya turned to her and spoke, "What for me a moment, my flower," before approaching Zeke. "My dear~ Are you okay? What brings a lovely lady like you here? I swear the men on this show are some of the most atrocious things I'd ever seen in my life."
Miranda's eyes widened in shock. This was the man of her dreams who had just sworn an oath to protect her and now here he was talking to Zeke calling her LOVELY?!?! Was he out of his MIND?!!?! 'He's putting me on hold... for ...for..... IT?!?!' Miranda was in complete and utter disbelief. What was the meaning of this?! What was this absurdity?!! WHAT WAS THE WORLD COMING TO!?! If she had been cast as the Cassanova in this reality show she would have dropped to her knees right then and there, raised her hands to the sky, let tears stream from her eyes down her dewey cheeks and shouted towards the heavens a forlorn "POR QUEEE?!?!?!?!?!"
Meanwhile Zeke had confirmed that it was indeed her that the cassanova had been talking to and had snorted and slicked her hairback confidently, confirming that she was indeed alright. It wasn't until a belch errupted that Miranda finally took notice of what was going on with the two of them. Miranda cast a horrified look towards the girl, stepping back a few inches and shielding her face with her arm as if to repel the putrid elements ommitted. Zeke then proceeded to place her hand on Ilya's shoulder. Place her hand? PLACE HER HAND?! Why in God's creation would this... this.... THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WOMAN think that it was "alright" to so much as GRAZE his shoulder!?!?! It was obvious that this creature had no sort of decency about her. No sort of self-awareness. No sort of-
It was then that it hit her. Miranda's eyes widened in realization. That was it. It all made sense now. Miranda's expression calmed some and she looked more fondly upon the current situation. 'What a gentleman..' Miranda thought lovingly to herself as she stared at her handsome new "to-be" beau. Miranda was now under the impression that Ilya was only paying attention to this wretched soul out of pity. He was like a noble prince hearing the cries and concerns of his underlings. Ilya was truly the embodiment of kindness.
Miranda was awoken; however, from her realization as suddenly Zeke let out a cry and flounced over to her. Before Miranda knew it she was being held captive in a firm headlock. She let out a cry. "U-UNHAND ME Y-YOU-" Miranda gasped for breathe as Zeke clutched her tighter. Oh gods... the smell! Miranda's stomach did flips. It was as if the girl hadn't showered in days! She could practically taste the crusted barbeque's stench. It was bad enough that Zeke had her in a tight headlock but the fact that she was touching Miranda just made everything ten times worse. Miranda reached out a shaky hand towards Ilya, silently mouthing "Save me!" as Zeke proceeded to ruffle her hair and giddily congradulate Miranda on her newest "catch". "Breasty's got herself a maaaaaaannnnnn! orwellifyoucancallhimthatthenokaaaaaaay~ You done good. I approve. I mean, SURE he could be a little taller. Maybe a touch more masculine. A couple of scars... and eyes that tell mysteries... BUT FOR YOU, HE'S GOOD. I think it's pretty damn, cute if I say so, myself. BOY--!" Zeke then pointed towards Ilya with one hand, still keeping her grip tight around Miranda. "You got my blessing, but if you break her heart.... her fragile, FRAGILE heart... I'mma break your d**k between my teeth, you hear me?" 'If you don't break me first.' Miranda thought to herself, as she continued struggling for breathe. Zeke finally released her grasp causing Miranda to heave in a breathe of air and grasp at her throat. She was still rather frail from her beating earlier and now she was being pulled into a headlock?!!? What cruel and unusual punishment was headed for her next?!?!
She was soon to find out as Zeke suddenly stopped in her dancing she was partaking in while Miranda was struggling for air. "DUCK AND COVER!" The woman cried before grabbing Miranda and hurling her across the floor. Miranda shrieked and landed in a heap on the floor a few feet away. Pain shot up her back as the impact hit her. She cried out. Miranda could feel a tingling sensation for a few moments after the impact and a dull numbness but it soon subsided and transpired into heavy pain, or at least heavy for her. It wasn't everyday she suffered through these kinds of ordeals. Miranda tried to blink back the tears as she whispered to herself. "Why me?" It wasn't long before the tears were back though. In between sobs to no one in particular she managed to choke out. "I-is there no kindness left for me in this world?!" Un-feigned, genuine unhappiness was upon her again.
Miranda would give anything right about now to have her maids, butlers, personal physicians, etc. by her side doting on her every whim and need. Here she was alone though and had nobody. The only person she could rely on was her-WAIT A MINUTE. Through Miranda's tears she made out the form of Ilya. That's right! She still had him - her handsome prince who'd sworn to protect her! "...........OH ILYA!" Miranda called to him, forlornly. "Wh-what have I done to possibly ... to possibly deserve t-this?!" Miranda immediately began hamming it up. Surely he would come to her aid and rescue her from this... this.... MONSTER!
Speaking of which... Miranda looked around her, pausing for a moment in her meltdown. She searched left, right around her. She blinked. No Zeke.. "She's.. gone?" Miranda asked to no one in particular. Finally she caught sight of her on the opposite side of the room talking to... well Miranda hadn't a name for the fellow. But he was the guy who'd stolen her former interests attention so she auto-disliked him. It didn't matter who he was or what his name was or his upbringing, she automatically took an initial disliking to him. For now anyways, Miranda could be quite stubborn. Miranda then remembered Ilya. She turned back to him.
"OH THANK HEAVENS!" Miranda gazed towards the man, staring into his eyes. "Oh Ilya.. t-this ..... this creature ...has been torturing me ever since I've arrived in this place!" Miranda paused to wipe away at a tear flowing down her cheek. "Oh.. I-I'm so sorry... I-I didn't mean to cause you trouble. A-although it seems I already have." Miranda stuttered, choking on her sobs a bit at the end she brought both hands up to cup her face, wiping away and hiding the hideous sight. "Oh~ W-what I wouldn't give for a good rest right about now. I-I'm just so.. so tired." Miranda cried pitifully. She really could use a good rest. Who knew what time it was right about now?! Surely late out that was for certain. And after the beating that she- WAIT A MINUTE!
Miranda's eyes snapped open in fear. "O-oh no... q-quick! W-what time is it?!" Miranda's eyes searched the room frantically looking for a clock but couldn't find one. Her eyes finally rested back on Ilya full of complete and genuine fear. "I-I can't rest.. I-I can-h-he! He's coming for me again! He-He said he'd be back! T-that if I didn't have a book he-he'd get me again!" Miranda was now in hysterics (un-feigned). Her hands clutched at her auburn locks, scrunching at the roots in insanity. "W-what am I going to do?! I-I never had a book! I-I don't believe I've read a book since... since... O-OH I DON'T KNOW! I-I-I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!" Miranda sobbed at a complete loss.
(( OOC: Idk if Kyo forgot or not but Damsel sure didn't. xD rofl ))
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Princess Kitaaa · Mon Sep 20, 2010 @ 11:05pm · 0 Comments |
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