Post by Kathryn on Jun 22, 2006 11:45:40 GMT -5
Players:
Noel and Conor Westhues- By Kaffy, durh. Um, both are are 15. Are twins, but no longer live together on a permanent basis.
Sophia Barton- By Dabu. Another durh. 15 years, and was invited for the vacation by Noel. Erm. Is a redhead, 'nough said.
Callisto Amoris- By Rachel/Albert/Person. DURH. 16 years old. Was invited secretly by Conor to cause lots of trouble because he. is. an. arse.
Setting:
Catania, Italy. Various places. The Angelo Villa mansion thingy, that Conor lives in. Deceased mother's side of the families home. Restuarants, and... stores, and...such.
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The day was starting out pretty bland, which to Conor by now seemed natural. The past few days before hand hadn't been that exciting either. Before, he'd travel to Paris, consider getting another tattoo, get rid of that consideration, and run around with his disowned cousin in not the best parts of various towns and cities. And now?
Now Conor was playing babysitter to his sister and her friend, who while quite pretty and tempermental, was a pain to rile up when one was temporarily living with her. He had to make sure they didn't get lost when they went out, and that he could translate for the people who spoke poor English. His grandfather knew simply because he was into politics and he'd taken the time to teach his wife. His aunt knew[she was disowned as well as her child, and thus was never around], but his uncle and various cousins were awful at it if they bothered to speak it at all.
It was the most boring summer he could ever recall having. And the first few days hadn't been spent doing anything, he'd been getting Noel reacquainted with several family members, and introducing Sophia to the others, she was someone his family approved of, and he supposed he should be grateful for small mercies. Then, he had to make sure that the house elves cleaned up Noel's bedroom in his wing of the house. He was a spoilt brat and demanded his own wing away from the other family members, Conor loved quiet and quiet little cousins were not. Then he'd had to have an entire different room in his wing furnished and made up for Sophia, because he simply didn't have any decent guest rooms because nobody ever visited besides Noel, [and the occasional girl who did, wasn't staying in her own room...]
And so it was bland. Boring, more work then he cared for. The only thing that kept him on his toes was riling up his guests and knowing that in a few short hours, the bane of Sophia Barton's existance would be popping up upon his request. He'd had to be much sneakier in ensuring no one noticed him getting another room made up for her. It would all be worth it, he supposed. Callisto Amoris was quite the pretty girl, and even if nothing happened in that respect, she seemed quite tuned into his charms, and a little harmless flirting would keep him far more entertained then listening to people from Hogwarts, [who were all obviously of lesser intelligence], that he simply had no care for.
He was in the informal den specifically for family members with the two banes of his current existance when the clock chimed a half hour till Callisto's intended arrival. It would take him at least that long if he walked pretty fast to get to the portkey point stationed outside of his home. He excused himself and left the room, the two chatted away, not suspecting anything, of course, he often wandered off by himself, and it was nothing new.
The Villa sat on an expanse of immaculate green lawns and a garden, having an old fashioned gravel road that went down to the gate. Years of proper teaching told him not to walk on the grass, but he ignored it. The grass was easier on his leather shoes then the gravel rocks would be. No need to get them dirtier then he must.
When he actually arrived at the gate, he was pleased to see her down the road a few paces, looking for him. He opened the gate and slipping hands into jean pockets, kept his unhurried pace toward her. She'd finally spotted him. "Good afternoon." Was his simple greeting, and he held his elbow a bit farther away from his body so she would get the hint. She did and took it, he offered a smile then, pleased, but refusing to take his hand out of his pocket, as holding his arm this way ment she had to stand just a bit close, and keeping up a steady stream of meaningless chatter steered her onto the grounds and inside. The house elves would grab her things and place them in the correct room.
He could hardly contain his mounting excitment for the reaction of those in the room. It didn't show on his face however, and for that he was glad. He pointed out various paintings, of members long deceased, or of scenery, explaining them, and letting her linger momentarily. If she showed awe to the vast expanse of wealth being presented her, he took no notice, and upon reaching the den, opened the door and explained the function of the room before pushing it wide open, his eyes half lidded, but alert as he looked at his sister and her friend.
"My guest has just arrived, and I'm sure you may know each other, but just incase, this is the charming Callisto Amoris." He looked at the pretty young woman hanging off of his arm and grinned, then turned to the other occupants, and waited for the reaction he knew he was going to get.
Maybe the summer wouldn't be so bland after all.
Noel and Conor Westhues- By Kaffy, durh. Um, both are are 15. Are twins, but no longer live together on a permanent basis.
Sophia Barton- By Dabu. Another durh. 15 years, and was invited for the vacation by Noel. Erm. Is a redhead, 'nough said.
Callisto Amoris- By Rachel/Albert/Person. DURH. 16 years old. Was invited secretly by Conor to cause lots of trouble because he. is. an. arse.
Setting:
Catania, Italy. Various places. The Angelo Villa mansion thingy, that Conor lives in. Deceased mother's side of the families home. Restuarants, and... stores, and...such.
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The day was starting out pretty bland, which to Conor by now seemed natural. The past few days before hand hadn't been that exciting either. Before, he'd travel to Paris, consider getting another tattoo, get rid of that consideration, and run around with his disowned cousin in not the best parts of various towns and cities. And now?
Now Conor was playing babysitter to his sister and her friend, who while quite pretty and tempermental, was a pain to rile up when one was temporarily living with her. He had to make sure they didn't get lost when they went out, and that he could translate for the people who spoke poor English. His grandfather knew simply because he was into politics and he'd taken the time to teach his wife. His aunt knew[she was disowned as well as her child, and thus was never around], but his uncle and various cousins were awful at it if they bothered to speak it at all.
It was the most boring summer he could ever recall having. And the first few days hadn't been spent doing anything, he'd been getting Noel reacquainted with several family members, and introducing Sophia to the others, she was someone his family approved of, and he supposed he should be grateful for small mercies. Then, he had to make sure that the house elves cleaned up Noel's bedroom in his wing of the house. He was a spoilt brat and demanded his own wing away from the other family members, Conor loved quiet and quiet little cousins were not. Then he'd had to have an entire different room in his wing furnished and made up for Sophia, because he simply didn't have any decent guest rooms because nobody ever visited besides Noel, [and the occasional girl who did, wasn't staying in her own room...]
And so it was bland. Boring, more work then he cared for. The only thing that kept him on his toes was riling up his guests and knowing that in a few short hours, the bane of Sophia Barton's existance would be popping up upon his request. He'd had to be much sneakier in ensuring no one noticed him getting another room made up for her. It would all be worth it, he supposed. Callisto Amoris was quite the pretty girl, and even if nothing happened in that respect, she seemed quite tuned into his charms, and a little harmless flirting would keep him far more entertained then listening to people from Hogwarts, [who were all obviously of lesser intelligence], that he simply had no care for.
He was in the informal den specifically for family members with the two banes of his current existance when the clock chimed a half hour till Callisto's intended arrival. It would take him at least that long if he walked pretty fast to get to the portkey point stationed outside of his home. He excused himself and left the room, the two chatted away, not suspecting anything, of course, he often wandered off by himself, and it was nothing new.
The Villa sat on an expanse of immaculate green lawns and a garden, having an old fashioned gravel road that went down to the gate. Years of proper teaching told him not to walk on the grass, but he ignored it. The grass was easier on his leather shoes then the gravel rocks would be. No need to get them dirtier then he must.
When he actually arrived at the gate, he was pleased to see her down the road a few paces, looking for him. He opened the gate and slipping hands into jean pockets, kept his unhurried pace toward her. She'd finally spotted him. "Good afternoon." Was his simple greeting, and he held his elbow a bit farther away from his body so she would get the hint. She did and took it, he offered a smile then, pleased, but refusing to take his hand out of his pocket, as holding his arm this way ment she had to stand just a bit close, and keeping up a steady stream of meaningless chatter steered her onto the grounds and inside. The house elves would grab her things and place them in the correct room.
He could hardly contain his mounting excitment for the reaction of those in the room. It didn't show on his face however, and for that he was glad. He pointed out various paintings, of members long deceased, or of scenery, explaining them, and letting her linger momentarily. If she showed awe to the vast expanse of wealth being presented her, he took no notice, and upon reaching the den, opened the door and explained the function of the room before pushing it wide open, his eyes half lidded, but alert as he looked at his sister and her friend.
"My guest has just arrived, and I'm sure you may know each other, but just incase, this is the charming Callisto Amoris." He looked at the pretty young woman hanging off of his arm and grinned, then turned to the other occupants, and waited for the reaction he knew he was going to get.
Maybe the summer wouldn't be so bland after all.
