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Post by Ohermichi on Feb 3, 2012 23:46:54 GMT -5
A knock at from the outside of the door first spaced out then getting more and more closer between each successive knock, until who ever it was opened it up heading into the room. It was a maid, come to get the young master up and out of bed for his busy day. He was still sleeping of course, laying on his belly in bed with the pillow over his head. She walked over to the bed side and gave a slight bow. "Young master Seth, it's morning, time to get up."
He turned over in his sleep looking up at the maid from underneath the pillow. His dark brown eyes, dark enough that they almost seemed black, covered partly by his messy black hair. With a huff he pushed the pillow off of his head and sat up pushing his hair back out of his eyes. Without saying anything the maid walked off leaving him to get ready for the day.
After having taken a shower and getting dressed in just jeans and a white t-shirt, he headed out of the room, grabbing his keys on the way. He headed down the large grand stair case in the front foyer and took a turn to the left to head for the dinning room. His parents no where to be found there in the morning eating breakfast. But this was only to be expected, they had better thing to do then just spend time eating a meal as a family.
He sat down at the large oak table near the middle with the food already set out in front of the spot. A nice stack of three waffles with strawberries. Oh how decadent it looked, but still drab compared to the design of the house. All alone he started eating, not caring that his elbows were on the table or if his napkin wasn't in his lap, no one was around to even care about that, or correct him.
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Post by Cyma on Feb 4, 2012 1:21:43 GMT -5
If there was one thing Cecil was convinced, it was that fairy tales never applied to the people they were about. The well off didn't get to flounce about, finding true love and living happily ever after. While she may not have been a princess, her social class had doomed her to a life of misery.
Cecil remembers hearing fairy tales as a kid from her care takers. They would tell her stories of gallivanting princes riding off into adventure only to meet their fate and love. Princesses would have run in encounters with who could have been the more ordinary of people, but were instead extraordinary. Social classes were overlooked in those fables, instead to dictate that love was what truly led the world. Those were the stories she loved and read until pages wore thin and text was faint due to fingers gliding over the text multitudes of times.
She remembers asked her mother when her 'prince charming' would sweep her off her feet, receiving the response of when her parents found him. Cecil had been deeply upset with the response, insisting that the parents never brought the loved ones together, but the hero riding out in search of his ever after. Her mother had affectionately kissed her cheek and told her that in time she would understand that, though nice, fairy tails don't reflect real life.
After the talk, Cecil had nightmares about Princes being introduced to other, more refined and acceptable, princesses for them to marry, with the fair heroine left behind to mourn in her pitiful state. Her heart ached for the common people who's real place was beside their royal being left behind, instead to be replaced by what society deemed acceptable. With a fierce resolve she told herself that she wasn't a princesses, and a prince wouldn't come to whisk her away. If she wasn't a princesses, then the fairy tails didn't apply to her, and she would someday get to meet with her love.
The idea had lasted years, and while she remained with her parents for her studies, she was confident someday she would go out for a rudimentary task some day and meet her one. That had been until her parents had, with smiles on their faces, announced her engagement to Seth, a man unknown to her and certainly not her true love. She had protested vehemently, threatening to even run away should she be forced to marry the unknown man. In response, her parents had simply told her to do what she would and left her, a miserable mess in her bedroom. When they had left, Cecil broke down, sobbing in her room about the injustice of it all. In the end, she never even left her room, running away forgotten in her state of misery.
If prince and princesses got their ever after, why didn't she?
As Cecil sat at the table, picking at the remnants of the french toast she had been served for breakfast she imagined for the thousandth time what Seth must be like. He varied from a gentleman, someone should could stand to live with even if he wasn't her one true, to a terrible man with no regard toward her that treated her as nothing more than an object. Regardless of what her imagination could conjure about a man she knew nothing about, she dreaded meeting him.
Groaning, she crossed her arms and nestled her head into them. If only it wasn't later that day.
((See why I was asking for advanced? XD))
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Post by Ohermichi on Feb 4, 2012 9:52:13 GMT -5
((That's fine as long as you can bare with my writing. trying to do it like I'm writing my story so i get into longer posts))
He sat at that table eating those few decorated waffles and nothing else. Today was the day, that day he was to meet the woman he was engaged to. The one that would bring the two companies that their family owned together. It would produce a big profit for both their families as well as make his father happy. His father, the head of a world wide renowned technology manufacturing company, happy? He didn't think it would even be possibal to make his father happy, but if there was a way why shouldn't he try. The only worse thing that could happen would be that he wouldn't become the heir to the company. He wasn't even in the standings to the begin with. Having one brother that was older than him made things difficult.
Down to the last bits of food, he rested his head on his hand, pushing that last few bits of strawberries around on the plate. This girl he was going to meet, this girl that could possibly make his father happy, would he even like her, was she ever pretty, and the most important question would they even be able to get alone if it came down to it? His father knew if he was telling a truth or a lie, it was almost if he knew everything that was going on around the family life even though he was never there. It would make his father disappointing if he tried to lie to him if he didn't like the girl at all to begin with. This whole day could make or break his future, and it all relied on this woman that he had yet to meet.
Setting his fork down on the plate with a sigh, he pushed the plate away from his spot and stood up. What ever this girl would be like, he needed to have on better cloths then he did have on already. He didn't want to make a bad first impression if his fate deepened on it. As he passed the maid by the bottom of the large stair way, she bowed, telling him that she had laid out proper cloths for him on his bed. He ignored her heading up the stairs with out giving a response, his mind was on too many other things to have to acknowledge other things that went on around him.
Back up in his room he looked over at his bed, to the cloths that the maid and put out for him. He deiced other wise going through his drawers for something a bit less dressy then dress pants and a white shirt. Seth found a nice short sleeve grey button-down shirt to wear. Pulling the white shirt off that he had on over his head, he threw that over to the small dirty pile of cloths in the corner, and put on the grey shirt.
As he buttoned the shirt up he headed back over to the night stand that sat next to his bed, picking up his glasses that he had forgotten to put on the first time. He slipped them on and his sight cleared up, the blurry shapes gone back to solid figures. Turning around he headed back down, down the stairs and out of the front door of the large grand house.
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Post by Cyma on Feb 11, 2012 23:53:15 GMT -5
Despite her family's social standings, Cecil had very rarely been told to do this, say that, or dress a certain way. She imagined that even had she been born into a different family, one that was less proper and more common, she would still act this way. She wasn't pompous or rude, and she didn't have a superiority complex that some people thought she might until getting to know her. She was however polite and fond of meeting people. It was why she fit into the life she lived, smiling at the smallest of stories and greeting new people with pleasant exchanges.
It was because she naturally fit into this life that she had been given more slack than her younger brother. She was allowed to mingle with crowds without parents listening in or standing beside her when she was seven. The same could not be said for her brother, who still at the age of twelve had parents hovering behind him willing to step in and filter him if things went wrong. Unlike her brother, she was able to pick out 'acceptable' clothing. While she would pick out dressier shirts, skirts, and dresses, her brother would run to t-shirts depicting his favorite characters that her parents quickly vetoed and returned to where they belonged. No slack was given in the pressing matter of her marriage though, and all her fairy tale dreams had quickly evaporated knowing her parents insistence.
The house maid stepped into the room, tapping her shoulder and giving her a gentle reminder that if she was going to look the best for her fiancée she would have to shower now. Groaning, she thanked the maid and left the table to go to her room. As she walked through the hallways she made a mental note of where her family was. Her brother Micah was still asleep after having demanded that he no be woken up early to get ready for, 'the stupid meeting with those other rich people that wouldn't even care about him anyway'. His request had only filled Cecil with more dread as she was forced to face the reality of meeting the man she would marry. Her parents were talking in the sitting room, she remembered, having said a brief hello on the way to the kitchen. She imagined that her parents were talking about later in the evening, and she shuttered.
Slipping into her room she closed the door to lean on it. Closing her eyes tight she forced herself to think about anything other than the boy, no man, she would be marrying. "A shower," she mumbled to herself. "A shower will clear my head."
Pushing herself from the door she entered her bathroom before stripping of her sleeping garments and starting the water. As she showered she found that it did clear her head. While she was still nervous about meeting Seth, she found herself less distressed about it. While she would have to marry him, they were only meeting today. "I'll get to know him as I would anyone else. It may be an arranged marriage, but that doesn't mean that we can't be friends," Cecil told herself as she dried her hair with a towel. "And maybe someday we'll be happy and in love. It's not likely we will be at first, but maybe someday. At the very least we'll be civil."
Nodding to herself in the mirror as if to reinforce what she had just said to herself, she let out a sigh. While what she had said was true, it all depended on what Seth was like, and that was what had her so nervous. Knowing that even if she didn't like him there was nothing she could do is what she feared, but refused to acknowledge.
A knock to her bathroom door startled her, but as her mother's voice came through the door she relaxed. "Do you want helping choosing your clothes and doing your hair darling?"
Smiling at the words Cecil wrapper her towel around her and opened the bathroom door. Her mother used to help her with those very things when she was little, and the thought of doing the routine comforted her. "I would love your help mom."
((Haha, your fine. The real question is if you can stand my inability to remember to post and my change in writing all the time. And the fact that I have to idea what I'm doing with this character. XD))
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Post by Ohermichi on Feb 12, 2012 0:25:30 GMT -5
Outside his home, Seth stepped out onto the stone front porch. It wasn't that big of a porch but it was only for the purpose of getting in and out of the house, despite the massive size of the place. He looked out over the gardens, just standing there for the moment. He had the time, though what he wouldn't give to have all the time in the world to himself, to not have to worry about things, to not have to go though the motions of life. It was all stressful, but he wouldn't let that get to him, he couldn't if he was going to play his cards right.
His brother, the source of most of his troubles, the one area of his life that he couldn't predict as well as the rest. That one grey area in his life that he couldn't get around easily just by sucking up or doing something to sway the situation in his direction. The two of them weren't even that far apart to begin with, only two years between the two of them as well as having different mothers. Laurez, his older brother, who still had his mother, where Seth had only his father. She had died when he was young, leaving him to be passed from nanny to nanny until allowed to make his own decisions.
It didn't bother him that much though, being alone with only one person who was paid to care of you, it wasn't that bad. He didn't get bothered any more. He no longer was expected to do as much despite having to compete against his brother. Yet he continued to go above and beyond to prove that he was fit to become the heir. So that he wouldn't just be tossed aside when someone decided that they didn't need him any longer.
He stepped down off the porch walking down the walk way, all the way to the gate that separated his families land from the streets. He looked through the black iron bars, at the people that walked by, down the streets, living out their normal life and here he was getting ready to go meet the woman that he was to marry, to make his father happy. They all had a choice, he was stuck with only a few paths to follow though on. He couldn't make too many mistakes, he didn't even think he could afford one at this point.
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