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Post by Luka on Dec 2, 2006 17:34:38 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]The Suitor's Room is a big, warm room full of soft chairs and a perpetually running fireplace. Feel free to partake of any refreshments on the table or read any of the books lining the shelves...just don't try to open any of the doors without knocking. Though this room is meant to greet the many suitors that come to Aensland Castle, a heavy air hangs in the atmosphere, one that usually causes aggitation and the occassional fight break out. Some heirloom weapons hang on the walls above the grand fireplace and on the walls below the scowling portraits, sharp edges glinting in the firelight. Though gentlemanly manners take precident, fighting is allowed.[/glow]
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Post by Luka on May 14, 2008 0:19:21 GMT -5
Ofelia's blue iris' were flecked with gold as she gazed into the flames of the fireplace. Her expression was calm, but her gaze flicked to follow the brief surges in the fire, as if one would show her a sign. It was fairly clear that she was bored. She was the only one with the key to the Suitor's Room and she had locked it from the inside out, although there really wasn't any need to...it wasn't like anyone was going to barge in...even the random men who wandered through knew better than that.
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Post by Stradivarius on May 14, 2008 0:27:04 GMT -5
"You locked the doors..." a soft voice murmured from Ofelia's side. "Is something wrong?" The voice was thin, quiet, and vaguely laced with concern.
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Post by Luka on May 14, 2008 0:30:27 GMT -5
Ofelia leaned back into the pillows behind her. Her seat was on the floor. More specifically on one of the fine rugs that were piled with cushions for the castle's guests.
"Maybe I locked the door for a reason?" she answered crisply. "Locks were created for a reason....and no, nothing is wrong."
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Post by Stradivarius on May 14, 2008 0:40:22 GMT -5
The person sitting next to Ofelia tucked his legs under himself, his gaze sticking firmly to the floor in front of him. His hands rested in his lap. "Experience has taught me that when a woman says that everything is fine...it really isn't."
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Post by Luka on May 14, 2008 1:07:06 GMT -5
Ofelia's hand reached out and plopped down on Strato's head. "I'm sure that experience taught you far more useful things than that...Besides, it really isn't wise to listen to such sayings."
The woman sighed, "It's only...hearsay."
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Post by Stradivarius on May 14, 2008 1:10:09 GMT -5
The boy turned his head toward the woman, but his gaze still remained downcast. "But in this case, it really is true, isn't it? Normally I wouldn't still be sitting here, would I? I would..."
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