Post by Nola Rowan on Feb 21, 2010 15:53:04 GMT
Alrighty, y'all, so this is what's going down. If you like the idea, let me know. I would love to work with who ever's willing (Just so long as you follow the spelling/grammar rule...).
I'm writing a novel called Tea. In the RP, of course, we wouldn't go by the novel completely since it's still being written. I just think it'd be fun to RP. I'll post the prologue and you can tell me if you're interested.
By the by, I know it doesn't say, but this story takes place in the mid-to-late 1800s.
I'm writing a novel called Tea. In the RP, of course, we wouldn't go by the novel completely since it's still being written. I just think it'd be fun to RP. I'll post the prologue and you can tell me if you're interested.
By the by, I know it doesn't say, but this story takes place in the mid-to-late 1800s.
Main Characters needed:
Tobias Withering
Nola's fiancee. He's a vampire and not nice at all. (If you've ready Harry Potter, think Snape.)
Vampire Qualities:
*Cannot be in direct sunlight. If he goes into direct sunlight (no, he doesn't sparkle...) he goes temporarily blind and a distinct burning sensation spreads throughout his body. Although no one else can see this, he feels it.
*He only needs to drink blood about once a month. Other than that, he is perfectly capable of eating human food and living off of that. If he neglects his monthly blood regiment, his skin starts to turn funny colors and he gets more irritable than usual. (Think about an alcoholic.)
*Yes, he does sleep. Quite often, actually. He enjoys sleeping.
*All of his human qualities are what make him very dangerous. He can blend in and therefore his victims would never suspect him.
Charles Rowan
Nola's father. He's the mayor of their town (which isn't named yet...). He's a rather strict man, but would also do anything for his daughter. If she gets out of line, however, he won't hesitate to take action.
Daniel
Nola's best friend. He's a servant in the Mayor's household and has worked there since he was very young. Throughout the years, he and Nola became best friends and they know just about everything about each other. He's rather soft-spoken but he can also be a bit like his friend: He'll stick up for his friends and family to a fault.
Tobias Withering
Nola's fiancee. He's a vampire and not nice at all. (If you've ready Harry Potter, think Snape.)
Vampire Qualities:
*Cannot be in direct sunlight. If he goes into direct sunlight (no, he doesn't sparkle...) he goes temporarily blind and a distinct burning sensation spreads throughout his body. Although no one else can see this, he feels it.
*He only needs to drink blood about once a month. Other than that, he is perfectly capable of eating human food and living off of that. If he neglects his monthly blood regiment, his skin starts to turn funny colors and he gets more irritable than usual. (Think about an alcoholic.)
*Yes, he does sleep. Quite often, actually. He enjoys sleeping.
*All of his human qualities are what make him very dangerous. He can blend in and therefore his victims would never suspect him.
Charles Rowan
Nola's father. He's the mayor of their town (which isn't named yet...). He's a rather strict man, but would also do anything for his daughter. If she gets out of line, however, he won't hesitate to take action.
Daniel
Nola's best friend. He's a servant in the Mayor's household and has worked there since he was very young. Throughout the years, he and Nola became best friends and they know just about everything about each other. He's rather soft-spoken but he can also be a bit like his friend: He'll stick up for his friends and family to a fault.
Prologue
Something was wrong: quite wrong in the sense that nothing seemed right. The sky was gloomier, the sun seemed to have lost its will to shine, like the clouds had sucked all of its energy and used it as their own. It didn’t seem right. Birds were rarely seen, as though they were hiding from an inevitable doom that could–and would–happen. Maybe at any moment,
“Something is very wrong,” She lay in the grass, her arms up behind her head. Her unruly curls floated northward, southward, eastward, westward and skyward in the wing that also caused the tall grasses to form a dome around her. “Very wrong, indeed.” Her companion, a boy of similar age, rolled his eyes to rest on her and a quizzical look formed on his handsome, boyish face.
“You’re paranoid.” He told her. She sat up and rested on one elbow, hovering over her friend from several inches away.
“No, I don’t think that I am. You had to have noticed, Daniel, that Father has been distant from me. Doesn’t it seem odd?”
“Perhaps he’s just tired. He has been working quite a bit, hasn’t he? He’s probably just exhausted from his job. You worry too much, Nola.”
Nola father’s was the mayor of their small town. The hours were long, the work was emotionally and mentally trying and the pay was better that what most could ask for. But to say that he was simply exhausted was not far fetched. However, never had Nola witnessed him so withdrawn from her and their lives. So, regardless, something was terribly wrong. She sat up again, warding off the uneasy feeling that came over her as she did so.
Something was wrong.
“Come, Daniel. Let’s go back home.” He stood before she did and helped her to her feet. The wind picked up its speed, billowing their clothes about them. And soon after, when they were nearly halfway home, the rains started, soaking them. They didn’t laugh, as they often did when they had the opportunity to play in the rain.
Because something was wrong.
And they were sopping wet when they shut the door behind them. They came face-to-face with Bill, her father’s manservant. He beckoned only her forward, motioning that Daniel should go dry off and return to work. There were dishes to be washed and beds to be turned down.
Dripping water from her hair and clothes, Nola followed Bill down the hall and to the drawing room. Confusion colored her features, but Bill gave no reading into why she was required so urgently. Uneasiness wracked her stomach again and she slowed her pace. Bill took no notice.
Something was wrong.
Bill held the door open for her and she stepped into near darkness. Only two candles were lit which made it very difficult to see. When her eyes adjusted, she saw her father sitting on the sofa, facing her. And seated across from him was a man she didn’t recognize. His back was toward her, but she knew no one with hair as his nor anyone so tall. Charles stood when he saw her enter, the stranger’s back stiffened.
Charles crossed to her and took in her dripping hair, devoid of its natural curl and the wet clothing that hung limp and heavy on her body. His smile looked forced, his eyes a little too wide when he leaned down to kiss her cheek and then drew her to the settee where he’d previously sat. She remained standing and faced the stranger who stood as well and offered his hand. She obliged and he bowed over her fingers.
Something was wrong.
“Nola, I’d like to introduce you to your fiancée.” And a ton of bricks hit her in the chest as she registered what was just said to her.
This was terribly, terribly wrong.
Something was wrong: quite wrong in the sense that nothing seemed right. The sky was gloomier, the sun seemed to have lost its will to shine, like the clouds had sucked all of its energy and used it as their own. It didn’t seem right. Birds were rarely seen, as though they were hiding from an inevitable doom that could–and would–happen. Maybe at any moment,
“Something is very wrong,” She lay in the grass, her arms up behind her head. Her unruly curls floated northward, southward, eastward, westward and skyward in the wing that also caused the tall grasses to form a dome around her. “Very wrong, indeed.” Her companion, a boy of similar age, rolled his eyes to rest on her and a quizzical look formed on his handsome, boyish face.
“You’re paranoid.” He told her. She sat up and rested on one elbow, hovering over her friend from several inches away.
“No, I don’t think that I am. You had to have noticed, Daniel, that Father has been distant from me. Doesn’t it seem odd?”
“Perhaps he’s just tired. He has been working quite a bit, hasn’t he? He’s probably just exhausted from his job. You worry too much, Nola.”
Nola father’s was the mayor of their small town. The hours were long, the work was emotionally and mentally trying and the pay was better that what most could ask for. But to say that he was simply exhausted was not far fetched. However, never had Nola witnessed him so withdrawn from her and their lives. So, regardless, something was terribly wrong. She sat up again, warding off the uneasy feeling that came over her as she did so.
Something was wrong.
“Come, Daniel. Let’s go back home.” He stood before she did and helped her to her feet. The wind picked up its speed, billowing their clothes about them. And soon after, when they were nearly halfway home, the rains started, soaking them. They didn’t laugh, as they often did when they had the opportunity to play in the rain.
Because something was wrong.
And they were sopping wet when they shut the door behind them. They came face-to-face with Bill, her father’s manservant. He beckoned only her forward, motioning that Daniel should go dry off and return to work. There were dishes to be washed and beds to be turned down.
Dripping water from her hair and clothes, Nola followed Bill down the hall and to the drawing room. Confusion colored her features, but Bill gave no reading into why she was required so urgently. Uneasiness wracked her stomach again and she slowed her pace. Bill took no notice.
Something was wrong.
Bill held the door open for her and she stepped into near darkness. Only two candles were lit which made it very difficult to see. When her eyes adjusted, she saw her father sitting on the sofa, facing her. And seated across from him was a man she didn’t recognize. His back was toward her, but she knew no one with hair as his nor anyone so tall. Charles stood when he saw her enter, the stranger’s back stiffened.
Charles crossed to her and took in her dripping hair, devoid of its natural curl and the wet clothing that hung limp and heavy on her body. His smile looked forced, his eyes a little too wide when he leaned down to kiss her cheek and then drew her to the settee where he’d previously sat. She remained standing and faced the stranger who stood as well and offered his hand. She obliged and he bowed over her fingers.
Something was wrong.
“Nola, I’d like to introduce you to your fiancée.” And a ton of bricks hit her in the chest as she registered what was just said to her.
This was terribly, terribly wrong.
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