NEWSLETTER: recent reports have found that there has been yet another death in the Francesca Hotel. In the past year there has been five deaths and two potential robberies. Although the news of the death is familiar to the town, there has been more interest to this report.
a fourteen year old girl, Tawny Wiliums and her mother, Vironica Williums were found dead on their bed in their room, 214. They were both shot at a close gun point but there seems to be no evidence of who could have done this. Police from outside towns have been investigating since monday afternoon, when they were first found.
some of the town citizens have complained about the over inquisitive poilice. "never before have they been so fiesty, and i dont understand why they started to act this way, now." one of the members of the community states. further concerns have been posted, but the police still continue their search.
Re: open; come for the light, stay for the flesh. « Result #2 on Jul 15, 2008, 3:35am »
Usually, nerves left him alone. He was quite, sure, but not that nervous. But now, they tangled around his tongue, and left his brain clogged with thoughts. Without his music he felt suddenly vulnerable, like it was a cloak wrapped around him, keeping him safe, and had been suddenly torn off. His eyes appraised her warily as he waited for an angry answer. That was what he was sure he would get. He was sure he'd bothered her and she'd come to tell him to stop playing.
So of course he was surprised when she rejected his thoughts. He watched her walk closer, listening to the click of her heels. In his head, notes sprung up to go with the beat. His eye's flashed to her hand as it flashed out and gently touched the piano. Her skin looked pale and soft against the contrast of the piano. He titled his head at her request. He would have played, but the pleading look in her eyes made the smallest smile appear on his face.
As he sat down to continue playing, his fingers didn't move, once more. He never got nervous in front of an audience. He even sometimes enjoyed sharing his music with people. He didn't really know what stalled his fingers. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He stared to play, first it was halting and reflected how he felt. As he went, it got more smooth and flowing. He played a soft graceful song, letting his fingers flow across the keys, ignoring the impulse to look up and check the womans reaction.
Re: open; come for the light, stay for the flesh. « Result #3 on Jul 11, 2008, 11:37pm »
Suddenly the flow of the music came to an end. She abruptly opened her eyes to see why her magic had stopped. With interest, she listened in quietly to the man and the dog's conversation. Although the dog couldn't speak his part of it, she knew how much understanding was between the two of them, and it brought a smile upon her face.
The dog trotted around to find a new place to lay. At that moment Mercede slowly crept in closer to the piano diameter. She slowed down when she noticed the mans fingers didn't seem to play as they had moments before. She frowned slightly, it was almost dissappointing. Maybe he just did something wrong at the moment, and soon would pick up where he left off.
Then he turned and noticed her pressance. It was as if she was caught doing something wrong, but then she composed herself to make her look smooth. She smiled when he asked if she was bother, "of coarse not," she paused as she walked closer to him her heals clicking against the wooden floor. Finally she stood next to the piano, touching it ever so gently. "please, keep playing." She looked into his eyes hopeful. Her eyes looked at him, begging, like she thrived for the sound of his smooth fingers painting the air with beautiful sound waves.
Re: open; come for the light, stay for the flesh. « Result #4 on Jul 11, 2008, 11:07pm »
The music swirled around him. Everything soon faded away. All the worries, all the thoughts, all the normal everyday feelings that weighted you down until you could barely move an inch. The music lifted it all away. It made him free.
He was broken out o his reverie by a sudden weight on his leg. His fingers froze, the music disappearing into the dark. He opened his eyes, looking down. "Benji, what do you think you're doing here?" he asked the dog looking balefully looking up at him. "Silly old dog, you can't fool me, I know you're in pain. You really shouldn't follow me around like this,"he chided him kindly. He ruffled the fur on his large head, and Benjamin walked away to go lay down. Edward shook his head, that dog never left him alone, no matter how often he told him to stay.
He was about to go back to the piano, closing his eyes and poising his fingers above the keys. But the notes didn't come to his hands. For a moment, he was confused, never before had he not been able to play. Then he realized the problem. There was the feeling around him like there was someone else was there. He opened his eyes, turning to search the room. For a moment, he saw nothing. But his eyes caught on her in the dim light by the door. It was the same woman from the lobby. How strange. A heavy blush crept up his face as he realized she must have heard him talking to his dog. He rose slowly, lost for words. He took his hat off his head, twisting it between his hands. "...S-sorry miss, did i...bother you?" he stuttered out, knowing his voice barley carried across the room. He watched her carefully, hoping his blush didn't show in the light.
Re: open; come for the light, stay for the flesh. « Result #5 on Jul 11, 2008, 10:14pm »
Sobbing would be nice right now. Although there was no attention drawn to her, and she was already lost and lonely, she only didn't sob because she didn't want to bring the attention. It hurt to much to think about everything and if someone else came up to her and started to talk to her, she might just breakdown for good.
The one moment she looked up, a swift movement tumbled down on her. A young man, relitivly her age, walked by her and looked her in the eye. There was something about him that made her feel this kindness that almost swept her from the rug she stoof upon. Although he did not come up to her and start a conversation she felt the electric connection. As he left her in the Lobby and walked towards the Ballroom, she didn't let her eyes fall off of him. What was it that seemed so powerfull about his nature?
She noticed a little dog tailing behind him as he entered passed the Ballroom's ginormous doors. Mercede drew herself to walk towards him. When she got to the steps of the doors she stood silent listening in. Although the chatter inside the hotel was loud, Mercede was able to focus all her energy to listening inside the other room. The sound of the piano broke through her and created a swrilling, dancing feeling inside. Was it magic? There was no such a thing, but she felt it.
Quietly, she crept inside. She was careful with the door to make sure she didn't draw to much attention to herself. Scanning the room, she finally saw the man. He was effortlessly caressing the keys. She didnt walk up to him just then. She stood still, closing her eyes and listened.
fox, deliha (unfinished) « Result #6 on Jul 11, 2008, 6:50pm »
you know you best so who are you, really?
name: Deliha Jaquline Fox birthday: december 13, 1940 gender: female. portrayed by: katy perry apperance: Her shoulder length, shaggy hair causes an awkward cuteness about her. It also makes her a barbers worst nightmare. She chooses to cut her own hair instead to be unique. Her attitude suits the way she makes herself appear. Her eyes keep in the range of being a hazel-brown color to a bright green color. Usually in the winter they appear to be more brown, and then in the summer they are sun-kissed a green. history: (3 paragraphs minimum)
show your true colors let them shine through
likes:
rebellion. bright colors. trying new things. travelling
strengths:
creating something out of nothing. running, energy. sewing and knitting.
weakness:
rebelious boys; anyone who will do something to be against the bold line. gracefullness; she isn't as graceful as a flying bird, but she holds herself up as best she can. drawing; she couldn't draw if her life depended on it, because of her lack of skill, she usually doesn't do this.
personality:i want to break the mold, i want to break the stereotypes i'm leaving my fingerprints in the end other:
Re: open; come for the light, stay for the flesh. « Result #7 on Jul 10, 2008, 3:30am »
This was the type of silence that just filled up your ears and devoured your soul. It ate at your bravery endlessly, until you were no more but a quivering ball of mush. In this silence, every breath was like a heavy sigh, every blink a monstrous thud. Houses got so quite when suddenly, or not so suddenly, there were fewer people in it. It was like with the absence of people, the house forgot it was still supposed to have noise.
That was what Edward thought anyway. He'd woken up and clattered around like usual. It wasn't until now that the silence hit him. His house was usually so loud, even when there was no one there. Back when his parents were alive, it was always filled with music. But no, even the symphony of creaks and groans was silent. After starting to hear his heart beat, he had to get out. Get away from the silence before it consumed him and left nothing behind.
There was one place he could think to go. The hotel. The crowds were not the thing that was enticing him there. Their mindless chatter meant nothing. In the ballroom was the most amazing piano Edward had ever seen. And luckily, he happened to have a key to the ballroom. He slipped through the crowds of people, not looking up. He looked up once. In that instant he saw her. She was standing in the middle of the crowd, but he'd never seen anyone look so alone., so lost He wanted to talk to her for a moment, wipe that look off her face. But then he just offered a smile, tugged his cap down, and kept moving. He didn't notice his shadow, a large black dog shot through with grey, lumbering slowly after him.
The piano seemed to glow in the dim light. Edward was seated in front of it, gazing at it's splendor. His fingers traced lines across the dust on the keys. He let the silence reclaim his ears, closing his eyes. Then, he started playing. He didn't need any sheet music, just let his fingers fly. The music chased the silence away and filled up his soul. He didn't even realize the tune he was playing was what he felt that woman he'd seen was feeling, he just played.
Edward Maverik « Result #10 on Jul 7, 2008, 1:13am »
you know you best so who are you, really?
name: Edward Leon Maverik birthday:August 8th 1941 gender: male portrayed by:Ryan Ross appearance: Edwards dark brown hair is usually left hanging around his face. It’s longer then others, almost as to his chin at this longest. The color is brown, but seems black in some lights. He usually covers it with a hat like a Gatsby. His face has a slight innocent boy look to it, with his round cheeks and overall round look to his face. His puppy dog brown eyes add to his whole innocent look. He is average height, and more skinny then others his height. He doesn’t look anorexic thin, he just has a thin frame. He has a good body, not overly muscular, but not nothing either. He’s usually found wearing a sweater vest, long sleeve shirt and peggers. history: It happened on a silent night on the infamous make out point. It happened in the only car up there. Nine months later, out popped Edward. His family wasn’t the richest in town, but they weren’t dirt poor, they managed to make ends meet. His childhood was normal. Church Sundays weren’t as tortuous to him as it seemed to be others. He didn’t mind the whole Jesus and God thing. It gave people something solid to grab a hold of. As well, it was an intriguing thought. He started learning piano at an early age. His father made pianos, and taught Edward all the mechanics. His mother, the music teacher, taught him how to play. His home life was filled with music. He enjoyed living with his parents, they weren’t bad. They gave him his dog, a Newfoundland named Benjamin when he was eight years old. He became Edwards’s best friend. Though he wasn’t affectionate, nor was he very active, he’d follow Edward everywhere. Life was good. Everything was as it could be. Edward got a job playing piano for whatever social events needed a piano player in the town. He still lived with his parents, not because he was poor, but just because he was connected to them. Then, one day, they both got extremely sick. They never told Edward this, to protect him they later said. He found out the day they went to the hospital. Later that very day, they both died. Edward was hit hard by this. He loved his parents. To just have them die like this sent him into a depression. He receded more into his silence. For a while, all he would play were sad songs. His days consisted of sitting around in his room listening to Maria Callas. It took him a while to get over it and move on with his life, but he managed to eventually. He still had Benjamin at least. Now, he still doesn’t like to think about his parents’ death. But, he is more like his normal self.
show your true colors let them shine through
likes:
simplicity opera, especially Maria Callas antiques silent movies
strengths:
playing piano-his mother used to joke he was playing the piano before he learned to walk. He plays the piano as his occupation now. He can play anything from a song sad enough to make you cry to a jaunty tune that’ll get you up and dancing. stars- he knows the constellations by heart. If he’s ever lost, he could find his way simply by looking at the stars. music- he grew up in a home of music. He’s expert at naming artists and songs on the radio, no matter the genre. He’s very educated about all music, he could spew off a list of artists in a type of music in one minute
weakness:
trusting others too easily-he’s tricked many times, and it just doesn’t seem to stop. He can’t help but fall for a good story. He’s to caring and trustworthy. favors- he will do anything you ask, as long as it’s in reasonable bounds. Especially if it’s for a woman, he can’t stand not to treat women right. Often this gets him used by people. girls he likes – he simply gets really nervous around girls he likes. He has no idea what to do or say, this is when his shy side really shines through.
personality: keepitalllockedinside Silence is golden they say. Edward seems to have that philosophy etched into his mind. Not that he’s mute. He does talk. He’s not really shy. Just a little self conscious. And he thinks people just won’t care about what he says. He seems distant at points, and not because he’s off day dreaming. He doesn’t live much for fantasies, rather staying grounded in the real world. He keeps most of his emotions hidden away. Once again, worrying that people don’t really care. Things are not good, bottled up like that. But they have their outlet. He lets them pour out into his piano playing. Everything he feel’s is translated into music. theseliesjustwon’tdo Edward will not stand for lies. He hates tricking people, and people tricking him. It’s not kind to do that. He always tells the truth. And he will not break a promise, thus, getting a promise from him is hard to do. He’ll only promise if he thinks he will go through with it. Being who he is, he thinks to often that others can do no wrong either. He is very easily tricked. It bothers him, but no matter how he tries not to fall, he always seems to. He just trusts other’s to must. suchtheperfectgentleman An all around nice guy to start with, with his flaws of course, there is more to him. Edward can’t help but always be the perfect gentleman. His mother taught him well. No matter how others treat him, he will always treat them well. He treats women with the most respect, he’d never do anything to harm a woman in any way. Sometimes his overall politeness and shyness may get him called a candyass, but it’s just who he is.