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#Post#: 86861--------------------------------------------------
Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: January 24, 2012, 10:23 pm
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Marcel and Mors.
Setting: her lavish, elaborate home- which resembles a sort of
museum with the abundance of the antique furniture, paintings
and other household items.
The house is laid in Brick, three stories high and in the middle
of no-where for maximum privacy.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: January 29, 2012, 7:59 pm
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Grinning, Mors began to creep her way down the stairs. The
morning light had just begun to trickle into the windows and
illuminate the dust-filled air. Sweeping the visible rooms for
any sight of Marcel or even her father. How she detested taking
lessons from Marcel as of late. Of course.. she was a teenager
now, and hated anything to do with authority, learning or really
anything outside the realm of her interests. Bien! ils n'ont pas
ici! Good, they weren't there she thought.
Quickly, perhaps too hastily, she ran to the door.
Creeeeaaaakkk. The floor boards gave away her entrance into the
foyer. "faennnn" She whispered irritatingly. Fuck She had said.
As she looked around again for any sign she had been caught, she
grinned deviously as she began to get the notion she had
accomplished her goal. Opening the large oak door with slight
strain, she tiptoed out the door and began to make her way to
the Mercedese SLS AMG sitting in the driveway.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: January 29, 2012, 8:11 pm
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Marcel, ever observant, the faithful teacher of this Mors girl
he had come to know for awhile. She was a dastardly little
mischiefess who was always trying to get out of her lessons.
There he was, in his basement dwelling playing lightly on his
piano, his entire room noise proof to prevent the sound from
disturbing the others. It didn't matter, he heard the door creak
and his ears perked up, his hands instantly stopping as he
chuckled softly to himself. "Nice try."
His being vanished, one of the few abilities he did have, and
reappeared with his arse pressed against the top of her car, his
body leaning over the edge to look at the young girl as his feet
braced against the window of her driver side door. He tilted his
head and grinned at her, eye length blond locks tilting with
them as his purple eyes stared at her. "You are a sneaky little
one, almost got away this time."
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: January 29, 2012, 8:29 pm
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Screaming at the top of her lungs as she saw him appear, her
hand automatically flew up to cover her mouth to muffle the
sound. Realizing it was just Marcel, she rolled her her eyes and
put her hands on her hips. "It's the early morning. Lessons can
wait, yes? Yes." Waving her hand as if she were waving him off,
the entirety of his being dissembled and then reassembled just
in front of her car. Knowing full well he wouldn't stop until
she got inside, she took her iPhone and plugged in her earbuds.
Smiling in a sarcastic way at him, she went back inside and
started to go upstairs to her room. Such an annoyance he was.
"Why did father pick you of all teachers? I have no freedom
beyond these constricting walls." Mors had a tendency of
throwing a temper tantrum when she didn't get her way- it always
worked with her father. Though she knew Marcel would not be
tricked into giving her what she wanted, she knew he wouldn't
push his luck too much or he would have a much bigger problem to
deal with than a bratty teenager. Calling down at him as she was
sure he would be in the home by now, her tone was clearly
acidic. "Please, don't bother me."
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: January 29, 2012, 8:40 pm
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Marcel stood there, waiting for her to go into the house as he
reassembled in front of her car. She really needed to stop doing
that. He sighed, and when the door closed he looked, ghosting
his hand through her hood and ripping out a vital part for the
car to run and casting it into some far off place. "I don't know
why he chose me either." He said this as he appeared at the top
of the stairs, stopping her there as his voice rang through the
loudness of the headphones, almost like white noise within her
ears.
But he stood there, his being hazy as he kept himself in a
semi-stable form, knowing well she couldn't simply cast him
aside like this. "But he did, and Lessons don't wait." He stared
at her. Her father had given him some control over her, and she
knew he would not be pleased with her if she resisted his
command. The thought had run through his mind to quit years ago,
once she became this spoiled piece of a daddies girl. But there
was something holding him to her. A fleeting feeling that died a
little more every day she decided to be such a... for lack of a
better word, even in his proper tongue, a bitch.
"Now... Down the stairs. Breakfast has been ready and waiting.
Then We will start your first lesson.." He pulled a small book
out of his coat pocket, his hair covering his face as he sighed.
"Hmm..." He shook his head. "Science... or music, I'll even let
you pick." He mumbled the last phrase through gritted teeth,
knowing she would pick the one she could give him the hardest
time in.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: January 29, 2012, 9:05 pm
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Scuffing as he appeared in front of her, she calmly pulled out
her earphones, placed the device into her purse and gently
pushed passed him to set it on her bed before presenting herself
before him. With a sigh, she cleared her throat and let a blank,
emotionless look take her face. Mors had the gift of foresight,
meaning, she could see visions from the past, present and
future. They were random as she had not yet figured out how to
trigger them, but they were as vivid as if she were there,
watching the scene unfold.
Colourful images flashed passed her eyes like a movie playing-
Her frightened face as she laid on the ground with her father
standing over her. Attempting to swallow her pride, she raised
an eyebrow curiously and put her hands again on her hips. "What
has been made for breakfast?" she inquired indifferently.
Pushing past him with a mumbled, insincere 'Excuse me', she held
loosely onto the banister as she descended the curving
staircase.
Calling to him again as she poured herself a glass of orange
juice with faked enthusiasm "I would prefer to start with Music.
Perhaps the Piano." Mors had been taught many instruments, many
songs and even a few tactics to write her own pieces of music.
She had to admit, there were specific aspects of Marcel that she
found intriguing. For instance, he was exceptionally insightful,
proper at most times and had a temper that hardly waved- even
when she was being an utter twat.
Sitting down at the table, she laid the napkin across her lap
and began to eat the scrambled eggs delicately, as a lady
should. Taking yet another sip of her orange juice, she whipped
the corners of her mouth on the napkin before setting it in her
lap and continuing to eat. Once finished, she cleaned her dishes
without complaint that there was no one there to take them from
her. Gathering her things without confirmation from Marcel, she
sat at the piano and pushed her curly black hair behind her ears
as her fingers began to play various pieces form Mozart.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: January 29, 2012, 10:01 pm
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He sighed, watching her go about her business without the simple
dignity of waiting for him, or making any sort of conversation
with him. He mumbled under his breath. "spoiled bitch..." Those
purple eyes peering out from the depths of those shaggy, well
kept locks of gold. "This job gets harder every day." He sighed,
walking down the stairs instead of his normal disappearing act,
his body taking a full physical form as he let his hands slide
down the elegant railing on the slightly curved staircase, his
feet touching the landing as he closed his eyes and just
listened.
Her movements danced along the floor and his ears ever observant
as he listened. She had finished her breakfast by the time he
had decided to come down the stairs and now she was moving to
the lesson she had chosen. Music had always been his strong
point, preferring the sound of keys and notes to the drudgery of
everyday life. the call of the piano allowed him some solace
within himself and his body vanished once more.
He appeared in the kitchen, ghosting his hand through the
cabinet door and procuring himself a class from the inner
reaches of the space. His hand pulled the through before he
physically opened the fridge and took out his personal gallon of
sweat tea. He took the glass in an unsteady hand and let the
copper liquid flow from the jug into the mouth of the vessel,
filling it until an inch of space was left between the lip and
the liquid. He opened his ears, listening for every note that
sounded from that grand piano in the other room as he rose the
glass to his lips and took a small sip. "Hmm... One... three..."
His head moved from left to right, those golden locks moving
with him as he replaced the carton and vanished, the door of the
fridge closing automatically.
He appeared behind her, the glass held at his hip as he took a
deep breath and set his left hand on her shoulder. "Go back,
three measures. Try again. You where early on the first five
notes of each line.. and slightly behind on the last half. But
it was an interesting flair." He released her, moving beside her
on the bench as he sipped his drink, listening more.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: January 30, 2012, 7:45 pm
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Suppressing a sigh, she did as instructed and flipped the sheet
music back over to the indicated spot.Before she began, she
moved her hair again, this time to the opposing shoulder he had
laid his hand on. Placing her hands back at the keys, her
fingers began to move carefully over the ivory. 'One.. two..
three.. Making sure to slow the beginning and quicken the end
ever so slightly. In the middle of a measure, a thought ravaged
her mind and with a devious grin, her fingers shifted to start
playing a more up-beat, less serious tune she'd been studying on
her own.
Laughing a little as the interrupter song came to an end, she
looked to him with her lemon-grass green irises twinkling with
the satisfaction she'd gotten to add her own personality to the
lesson. Placing her hands in her lap as she chewed the inside of
her lip momentarily before saying. "Was that better, Marcel?"
Her mood was seemingly lighter, more happy. With a quirked brow
she continued to wait for him to respond.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: January 30, 2012, 9:46 pm
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He listened, those expert ears picking out every extravagant
movement that caused sound to emanate from the grand piano she
played from. His eyes remained open, as if he could almost see
the music hanging in the air with every stroke of the wooden
hammer against the steel string within the grand music machine.
Marcel just watched, keeping time and smiling all the while as
he nodded with every corrected step he instructed her on. He
even flashed her a large smile when the tune changed, becoming
her own piece as he shook his head with her completion, and her
question. "Wonderful, Where did you learn that last bit. It's
rather complicated, but you where right on the ball for most of
the notes." He flashed her another smile, giving the girl a
small pat on the back as he looked up at the clock.
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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: February 5, 2012, 5:23 pm
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Raising an inquiring eyebrow, she shuffled a few papers around
to prepare for the next song she had tried to learn. With a soft
laugh, an air of playful cockiness appeared in her voice. "Dear
Marcel, if I had constructed it just now, how would you know of
it's contents?" With a smirk she sat up straight and turned her
attention to the papers in front of her. "Just something I
wrote. These classical songs get boring and repetitive. I'd much
rather play something more modern."
Her fingers began to trail delicately over the ivory keys again
before she turned to the teacher beside her. "What lesson are we
going to cover after this?" Lightening up on the keys, the sound
vibrating from the piano softened ever so slightly, the soft
lullaby fading into the background at it's close.
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