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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 23. October 2012, 22:00 (1,535 Views) | |
| Renard | Tuesday, 23. October 2012, 22:00 Post #1 |
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Giorgia had stored for quite some time, not forgotten, but simply out of convenience, if one was willing to use the term. Her part in younger London kindred history hadn't been finished before long, so it was safer to keep her under the rug, albeit not in the literal sense, of course. But now the time had proven to be better suited to welcome her to her new existence, or at least give her some condolences, and this was the reason why the housekeeper spent a lot longer in the room than usual. Apart from the items she needed for everyday duty, she had some blood bags with her which she connected to the IV in the girl's arm. She had also brought some clothes with her, should the guest decide that the traces of blood on her current clothing would be inappropriate. If she was in the right mind to notice. As the blood slowly worked its way into the Malkavian's bloodstream, it also slowly pushed the void aside that had surrounded Giorgia for some time now. After a while she began to become slightly more aware of her surroundings. She felt something like a bed underneath herself, as if she was lying on one. She also heard someone was in the room with her, although she was not sure who it was. Judging by the feint scent that almost managed to fade into the background, it was most likely a woman, although that wasn't necessarily a given nowadays. Although it felt like ages, it wasn't long until Giorgia felt she would be able to move again. If she focused on the smell surrounding her, the room she was kept in, and the quiet air and the warmth made it quite likely that she was indoors, smelt like... It was actually hard to describe, almost like someone expected the bedroom of older ladies to smell like. The characteristic mixture of different perfumes and other things hung in the air and gave the room its odd, but characteristic variety of smells. Then, it felt like something was disconnected from her arm and Giorgia was clear enough to know tht if she wanted her eyes to open, they would obey. But what exactly would be the scene that presented itself to her ? Edited by Renard, Tuesday, 23. October 2012, 22:05.
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| TheJersy | Tuesday, 23. October 2012, 23:20 Post #2 |
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After long-lasting sweet nothingness, Giorgia finally drifted in out of unconsciousness... I smell... Purple. No, wait, you can't smell tastes... Uhh... This can't be right... She tries to get up, but collapses on the bed again, grabbing her head, eyes still closed. "Owieeee..." So... There was this woman, but it wasn't really a woman, but the evil fairy godmother, see? And she pricked the princess into getting tricked with something... Or was it the other way around? And the princess fell asleep for ever, because that was the curse the evil prickly godmother cursed her with... But wait... She would wake up if the Prince Charming kissed her... This time, she sits up on the bed very quickly... "Prince Charrrrm-owww-ieeee..." ...but again, she grabs her head and collapses. So, she must be awake, because she moved just now. We all saw it. And everybody heared that owiee of hers. Two of them. But the Prince Charming was supposed to be still kissing her, but instead, he doesn't seem to be around. She is supposed to live happily ever after with him... Maybe she woke up on her own, and should the prince come now, he would just leave again, because curses that disappear on their own are a sign of bad quality, and she would NEVER live happily ever after again, EVER! Realizing she is making the mistake of trying to get up again, she immediately collapses back to the bed, laying straight and stiff as a log. That was sooo close... After a while, she finds herself pursing her lips in expectations, quickly slaps her mouth, and lays still again. |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 16:48 Post #3 |
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Giorgina heard the clinking of metal and a lid shutting on something. "Ah, you have finally awakened ! I almost thought it didn't work !" A voice said. from what she could tell, it would be most likely a somewhat older woman. The voice had a hint of relief attached to it, at least at first. Then, it continued. "If you think your normal clothing would be unsuitable, I have brought some items that should be fitting. If there is anything you need, just ring the bell. I'll go and tell Sir James. I think he wants to see you soon. I'll be right back !" With this, a chair moved, something was picked up, producing the feint noises of clinking metal and plastic. A few footsteps, a door opening and shutting again, then the steps faded into the background until they had disappeared. Giorgia was alone for now. |
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| TheJersy | Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 17:14 Post #4 |
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For a while, Giorgia seems baffled by the words she heard. It was not until she heard the door closing, that she sat on the bed again, finally managing to also stay that way. So something really woke me up? Maybe Prince Charming really did kiss me, but I took too long to wake up, so he left... But no, surely that old lady invited him for some tea and cookies... He must be that Sir James she spoke about... Anyway, why is it so dark in here? I can't see a thing... She turned her head and tried feeling the space around herself with her hands. Finding a lamp, she flicked the switch several times... "Gee, it's not worki- Ah, silly me, I have to open my eyes first. Now, let me just find two matches or toothpicks..." Again, she starts feeling around herself and where pockets would be, if her dress had any. "No... Wait... That's how you KEEP them open... But how do you... Ah, that's it!" She opens her eyes with her fingers, taking the first glimpse of her surroundings... Edited by TheJersy, Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 17:15.
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| Renard | Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 19:02 Post #5 |
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Her dress had pockets, as it was the simple blue dress she had been wearing on the night thes whole mess started. However, she found no toothpicks or matches. Either she had had not much use for those or someone had taken it in the meantime. As Giorgia opened her eyes, she found that she was indeed lying on what looked like an old-fashioned bed, a double-bed apparently, with a heavy brass frame and green covers on it. It was not the most expensive cloth, but also not the cheapest. Next to the bed was a small wooden bed table with a digital alarmclock, an item that disturbed the image the room was projecting. A bell with a handle stood next to it, presuably the bell the woman had spoken of. The other side of the room had a table with four chairs, a vase with some yellow tulips in it standing on top of the table and a lamp hanging down from the ceiling. There also was a wooden door with a small desk next to it and a big cupboardand some bookshelves. The walls were covered in a dark wallpaper with flower ornamentals. One of the chairs had a pile of clothes on it. |
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| TheJersy | Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 21:23 Post #6 |
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Looking around, turning her head around in bewilderment, Giorgia slowly stands up by the bed. "My~, oh my~... They must have redecorated this place, while I was asleep... I really don't remember any wallpaper, I don't remember this bed... How rude, you doze off for a century or so, and people just go and change the bed you are sleeping on. I mean, what do they know? Maybe you LIKED that bed. Maybe you had wonderful relationship with the monsters living under it... And they just went and changed it for some completely different bed, with monsters you don't know at all. How am I supposed to know now, if they are friendly, or if they just want to bite my... feet... off..." *th-thump* *th-thump* Slooowly, Giorgia rises one foot from the ground and puts it on the bed. She shifts her weight and then starts raising her second foot... *creak* "EEEP!" ... After a moment of silence, the edge of the blanket rises up, revealing two widened green eyes. "That was sooo close..." Says a quiet voice from the depths of the blanket fortress of safety. Then the blanket slides off, and Giorgia, sitting on the bed again, looks around some more. "You know, I can't wait to see the rest of this castle, this being just the room in the tallest tower and all... And I can't wait to see this Sir James, especially if he's also the Prince Charming... Oh my, but look at the mess I'm in! I didn't even notice how messed up my dress is. All wrinkly. Ewww, when I think that I had the same clothes on me for a hundred years... Ewww! I need a shower and I need fresh clothes, and I need to comb my hair and brush my teeth and... Sir James must not see me in this condition, u-uh, no way!" She almost jumps from the bed, but stops at the last moment. Then she carefully wraps her feet in the blanket, and only after that she hops to the pile of clothes on the chair. She rummages through them, picking things she likes here and there... "No, not another dress. Dresses are for little girls, and I most certainly am not one, having slept for a hundred years or so. And since I am so big now, I will wear jeans, and a t-shirt and... Ooh! Laced red panties! That's definitely something a big girl would wear, tee-hee..." Then, holding all her clothes of choice in her arms, she looks around for a shower. Failing to locate one, she decides to just change, and proceeds to do so a surprisingly high degree of success (only having to try to pull on her pants twice). Taking a few steps around the room to feel how well the clothes fit, she finds herself in front of the bookshelves. She picks one book randomly, and quickly flips through the pages. "All words and no pictures... I wonder why. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words, so if they made books from just pictures, they could be much smaller. Well, I guess that if a page like this had only short words on it, then maybe a picture wouldn't be enough... But then again, a book with short words wasn't probably written by a smart writer, so it's probably not very good. If the writer doesn't even know how to write supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, how can he expect to write a good book?" Then, muttering to herself from time to time, she keeps flipping through the book, slowly walking to the table, sitting on it, and swing her legs in the air, untill settling on one page, and starting to read. It doesn't seem to bother her she's holding the book upside down at all. (And judging by the movement of her eyes, it IS because she's reading it right-to-left, bottom-to-up) |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 24. October 2012, 23:00 Post #7 |
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The cothes were a fraction too big for her, but the difference was not so big that she would have needed additional items like a belt or suspenders. After that, she randomly grabbed some book, which turned out to be 'Burmese Days' by some guy called George Orwell. Depending on Giorgia's expectations towards literature, it could well have struck her as a bit bleak. After a while the steps could be heard again, drawing closer this time. Then they stopped and a sharp knock on the door interrupted the reading atmosphere. "Sir James is ready to see you now. Are you ready with your preparations or would you need some help, Miss ?" |
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| TheJersy | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 09:53 Post #8 |
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Giorgia seems completely submerged in the story. It's hard to say if she actually likes it, or if it's just so easy for her to get lost in the fictional reality it provides. She doesn't notice the footsteps, so the knocking on the door startles her. She jumps from the table and slams the book shut. "Uh? Oh! Yes! Yes I'm quite alright, all dressed up and all, thank you, kind voice. There was no shower, but I can take one later. Although, would you happen to have some flowerly fragrance I could borrow? That would be nice." She puts the book on the table, makes a few steps towards the door, brushing of some invisible specks of dust from her clothes, then looking at the door with anticipation. |
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| Renard | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 17:18 Post #9 |
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"You might want to try the night table, Miss. Second drawer, if I recall correctly." Giorgia indeed found a small flask in it. Its content was not exactly flowery, but if she thought she needed some fragrance, it would have to do. After that, it was time to leave the room and confront the disembodied voice behind the door. Then the door opened and the source of the voice was revealed to be a older woman in the mid-fifties, wearing the black and white clothing typical for a valet. "If you'd like to follow me." she said and turned around, leading the girl through a long corridor with several doors similar to hers, making their way through some kind of hall, complete with black and white tiles, some carpets, a high gothic mirror as well as a wardrobe with several coats on it and a few boxes on top of it, an umbrella stand with some umbrellas in it and a shoe shelf partly filled with different kinds of black shoes. The walls were decorated with a noble wallpaper, not unlike the one she had encountered in the room she had occupied, but it was much more representative than the former. There were also some framed paintings and photos hanging on the walls, showing different people or even groups of people in front of various backgrounds. It was evident that the pictures were older, as they were not only not in colour, but the depicted persons were showing exactly the stioc demeanor one saw when skimming through very old photo albums. After passing through another corridor, they ended up standing in front of another door. The woman knocked and a male voice responded. "Enter." Giorgia's companion turned towards her, simply telling her "Here you are, straight through the door." Then she followed thecorridor and disappeared around a corner. |
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| TheJersy | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 17:46 Post #10 |
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Taking out the flask, she first sprays a little of it's contents on her wrist and rubs it a little. After pondering it's quality for a while, she applies it to other reasonable places in reasonable quantities. Then she goes for the door and allows the maid to lead her to the mysterious Sir James. Walking through the hall, she seems to be in danger of screwing her head off, as she turns it left and right, trying not to let a single photograph or painting to escape her curious eyes. From time to time, she tilts her head as if she suddenly heard something, but whatever stories the people frozen in time by the means of light and chemicals have to share, they are uttered in whispers so quiet they defy any attempt to understand them. Upon finally arriving to their destination, Giorgia is left alone. She has been shown the door, and it was now up to her to enter it. "Oh my, I should have gone for the dress...", she whispers as she removes some more invisible specks of dust from her clothes, suddenly not being so sure about that "big girl" thing at all. Neverethless, she reaches for the handle, opens the door, and making small nervous steps, she walks inside, stopping the moment she sees anyone, awkwardly silent. |
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| Renard | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 18:52 Post #11 |
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The door opened and revealed another room. It was rather small, at least compared to the hall, and the thick red carpet silenced her steps quite effectively. The tall windows with the red curtains next to them revealed the London skyline in the distance. The wall opposite the windows was covered by several lines of shelves stuffed with files and notebooks to the point that it seemed like they were starting to bow under the weight of all the paper. A chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the scene, while the wall Giorgia was looking at was hidden by an assortment of cabinets. In front of those cabinets, and clearly dominating the whole room, stood a desk, also covered with piles of papers and files, a penholder and an old-fashioned telephone trying to keep above the paperline, but barely managing. Most of the interior did match quite well, only the bulky desktop PC on the tea cart next to the desk was disturbing the atmosphere severely. More important, however, was the man sitting behind the desk. He had closed a drawer when Giorgia had entered and was now looking at her, although his face did not mirror the curiosity what kind of person he had been a host for during the extended period of time that had passed since the incident. Well, now would be the time to find out... The suited man rose from his seat and greeted her with a smile, although he sticked with the famous british understatement even on that one. "Welcome, Miss Mothielli ! I am James Henderson, your host for the time being. I am glad you were able to accept my invitation. Although it might have come on a rather short notice I had the feeling we should discuss a few matters of importance, especially regarding the latest developments in this city." He extended his hand towards the chairs in front of the desk. "But please, have a seat !" |
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| TheJersy | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 19:37 Post #12 |
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She nods, and walks to the chair. After sitting down, she says (perhaps a little sad): "You know, Sir James, I was hoping you'd be my Prince Charming, but now I see you are from a different fairy-tale than I am..." Then she cheers up a little, and adds: "However, I do have to say that the face you're wearing is great match for your aristocratic suit... Oh, pardon me, it's the face that's supposed to be aristocratic... I'm sorry... I'm so silly... I don't know what I'm saying..." You are almost certain she would blush with deep embarassement, were she still human. "Please, forgive my nervousness, Sir James. What was it you wanted to discuss?" |
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| Renard | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 20:46 Post #13 |
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"I'm deeply sorry not to be able to fulfill your expectations, but I guess its not too after all is it ?" He leaned back and looked at his guest. Yes there was little doubt about her lineage, so it was quite important how he carried on the conversation... After a short period of silence, he spoke again. "The topic I would like to talk about is you, basically. You see, it has been some time since the beginning of your stay here, so I would like to be of service in regards to assessing your current situation and lend a helping hand in going on from there. I guess this sounds rather confusing, and I think it is, but it is of vital importance and therefore deserves top priority." Henderson took a pencil out of the pen holder and fiddled with something in fromt of him, a notepad most likely. "So, what are the last things you remember before regaining consciousness in here ?" |
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| TheJersy | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 21:48 Post #14 |
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Giorgia's eyes widen in surprise, but she responds: "Oh? Let's see... Well, there would be the evil fairy godmother, except I didn't really know who she was at the time. She had a beautiful rose, and she told me I can smell it if I want. But I guess I pricked myself on a thorn, because after that I fell asleep. Or I think I did, because after that I only remember waking up here." |
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| Renard | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 22:15 Post #15 |
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"I see..." Now this could prove to be quite a difficult introduction. He wondered, whether he should choose the blunt approach, or not. But the more important question was, should he incorporate her thought model, or not ? Luckily, this was an easy one. Of course, it might help to to grasp the facts rather quickly, although the danger of oversimplifying things was present. Now, what would be the best way to start this ? He cleared his throat. The most important fact first. "First of all, would you do me a little favour and hold your breath as long as you can ? It is important for what I want to point out next, Think of it as some sort of test or game. I'll tell you why it is so important in a short while." He opened a drawer and put a stopwatch on the desks edge, so that Giorgia could see it clearly. If she decided to help him out, the next minutes should help a bit in the process. |
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| TheJersy | Thursday, 25. October 2012, 23:13 Post #16 |
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"You seem to be full of peculiar questions, Sir James..." She says and giggles. "Okay, I can do that." She waits for James to get the stopwatch ready, then she takes a very deep breath and pinches her nose, giving him a clear signal to start to measure the time. She sits still for a while, trying to peek at the dial every few seconds. After a minute or so, her cheeks inflate, but she swallows and puts another hand over her mouth, sealing her lips, so that not even the slightest bit of air could escape. So that she couldn't scream. He didn't want to wake up anyone else in the house. He didn't need to say a word, his eyes said it all, those eyes were all she could see, and deep in their center, she saw her tiny reflection, drowning, drowning... ...sealing her lips, so that not even the slightest bit of air could escape. At that wery moment, she suddenly starts staring above James's right shoulder, as if hypnotized. Then suddenly her eyes widen, as if struck with sudden terror and she lets out a scream, almost jumps up in the air, toppling the chair and falling on the ground. But as if struck by a spell, the fear from her eyes is gone just as fast as it appeared. "Huh? Oh, I must have hyperventilated, don't worry. Isn't that just silly?" She said as she stood up, picked up a chair and sat on it again. "I hope that didn't spoil your measurement, Sir James... Or do you want me to try again?" |
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| Renard | Friday, 26. October 2012, 19:43 Post #17 |
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"Just a bit, but we can fix that." He put a twenty pound note at the desk. "Let's see. I don't know where your record is so far, but try to beat three minutes and these are yours. Five more for every thrity seconds above that point. What do you think ?" Perhaps she was able to focus more on the task if she could gain something from doing so ? For most people it would have been a good stimulus. |
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| TheJersy | Friday, 26. October 2012, 20:45 Post #18 |
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"Three minutes, sir James? I never tried to hold my breath for that long... But allright, I'll try." She calms herself down, sits comfortably on the chair, takes a deep breath once again, pinches her nose, closes her eyes, and relaxes herself as much as possible on the chair. After some time, she leans forward, grabbing the edge of the table. Unlike before, there seem to be no signs of her being in the danger of falling into that hypnotic state again. Not much later, she starts repeatedly inflating and deflating her cheeks, just like mortal would, should he be trying to utilize as much leftower air in their lungs as possible. Giorgia now keeps her eyes tightly shut most of the time, except for several moments, when she opens one eye, checking for any signs of you being about to add another bill on the desk. Finally, she lets go of her nose, leaning back in the chair, gasping heavily. "So, how good was it, Sir James? Was it good enough?" The stopwatch leaves no room for doubt. 1 minute, 43 seconds |
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| Renard | Sunday, 28. October 2012, 12:58 Post #19 |
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"Not quite, but its not that important." He should have remembered that her reflexes wouldn't be as degenerated as his yet. Now that he thought about it, it occured to him. of course. So he would have to work around that for a while to find a new hook. Not that this couldn't be arranged for, it would also help to get to know his guest a bit. "As far as I have been made aware, your name is Giorgia Mothielli, you're 22 years old and came to London quite recently." Or at least it was quite recently when she was still alive. It had been some time, after all... Therefore, he picked at the bits and bobs the diary had told him while leaving the rambling aside for now. And some results of researching a bit. "Is this correct ? What made you come to London in the first place ? Quite some distance away from your home, after all." |
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| TheJersy | Sunday, 28. October 2012, 14:44 Post #20 |
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"Oh well, I guess three minutes was too much after all." She then listens to your other request, and replies: "Ah, yes, that would be correct..." Then her voice changes for a while, as if mimicking the words she just heard sometime before. She doesn't seem to do it on purpose though. "Giorgia Mothielli. It sounds Itallian and gives off the air of artfullnes. People like that." Her voice changes a bit again, this time, as if she was announcing it to a large amount of people. "Giorgia Mothielli, 22, 72-62-72, 162..." After that, she slips into her (so far) usual tone as if nothing happened: "...that's me alright. And why I came here? Why, I was invited. See, there was supposed to be this beautiful ball, where pretty ladies from all over the world would come, wearing nice dresses and dance for everyone to see. There even were rumours going around, that the Prince Charming himself might choose one such lady to become his bride. But the Evil Fairy Godmother tricked me even before I got to see him..." *sigh* "And now I woke up in some completely different fairy tale, and I don't recognise it one bit. I feel so lost and confused... Although, perhaps *you* could tell me what kind of fairy-tale this is, couldn't you, Sir James? You even know who I am, so surely you must know that too...?" |
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