Post by MariPete on Jul 25, 2008 21:30:57 GMT -5
Name:MariPete
Age:16
Experience:about a year or two...
How you found us:another role play - Certamen Nox
Role play Sample:
ooc: somewhat long, and for that I apologize, but i felt it gave the best view of my work. This is a sample of what I've done with my character on Nox, Marija Antoinette Petrovich.
Dad, I don't want to. Dad. No. Why? What's going to happen? Dad? Where's Mami? And Nicki? What happened. Dad? What're you doing?
She looked up. Mami was gone. Nicki was gone. Who were these people? Where did they come from. There were two. But they weren't Mami. Or Nicki.
And now they were dead. Dead at her feet. There was the blood, pooling, running in little streams down the floor, staining the white.
Dad? Dad, what happened. Dad? Who are these people? They're dead. Dad? Mami? Nicki? Where are you?
She started to run, but the blood followed her - a tidal wave, a tsunami rushing behind her - coming up on her - gaining on her - on top of her - she wasn't going to make it - she would die in this blood - the blood of these people.
And then it was upon her - washing over her - she was lost in it - she couldn't breathe - she was going to die - she was going to drown in it -
---
She woke up, drenched in sweat, heart beating wildly, hair hanging in tangled strands about her shoulders, shaking, her hands spasmodic as they fumbled for the light.
Then there came a pause, her fingers resting upon the switch, her brain finally gaining control of her shivers. She sat there in the dark and silence, attempting to overcome the emotions welling up inside of her. An attempt that was in vain.
She began to sob - deep, soul-wrenching sobs - wracking every fibre of her being, tearing at her mangled soul.
"M-mam-mi"
She spluttered, her gasps and convulsions stuttering her words.
She went on, overwhelmed by pain and loss, a hidden demon eating at her from the inside.
Then all at once, her depression turned to loathing - a fiery, passionate beast reared inside her breast - a discontent and outrage so strong it became a physical pain.
They had no right to take them away from me. They deserved it.
She was convinced of the purity of her actions - of her good intentions - impeccable intentions...
But she had to be sure. She had to see Mami. She had to see Nicki.
A glance at the clock. -03:30-
Now. I need to go now.
---
Mari dashed down the streets, taking every back-road and side-alley she knew. She used to live here. These used to be her streets, her neighbourhood.
There was Jessica's house. Mari had done her Algebra homework.
And that's where Allan used to live. Mari had done his English and Psychology homework.
She could name them all. Every one. Each house had a name, a face, that she used to know - used to serve.
That had been her life, serving these people, doing whatever they asked of her, whenever they asked it.
She bit down the pain rising in her throat.
Not anymore. They have no power over me.
That was the one favor Dracula had done her - he had made the humans worthless.
But she had to see Mami. And Nicki.
Her beloved Nicki. She loved him with all her heart and soul. He was her most prized friend and confidante, irreplaceable. She would protect him to the ends of Iado.
She had tried to protect him.
And failed.
But not again. Just wait. You're almost there. You'll see them soon.
She turned another corner, then lay against a wall, hidden in the shadows. And looked across the street.
There was the house. A mere ten feet away. She could see the light on in Mami's room.
She's probably reading, sitting up in bed with her old desk lamp on. And that lacy old night-gown I kept trying to get her to throw away.
She glanced at Nicki's bedroom window.
Lights are off. Early to bed, early to rise, he used to say.
She had to fight the urge to start crying again.
She missed them, missed them every moment. It killed her to know that here they were, alive, well, happy, maybe, but she could not see them or speak to them. She could not hear Nicki's voice or feel Mami's arms around her.
She let her mind wander - back to that night - back to that week.
---
'Mari, sit down.'
'Yeah, Dad. What's up?'
'Your mother and brother were just killed.'
-silence-
Mari-Ann laughed.
'Yeah, right, Dad. April fool's. Ha-ha. ... But seriously, where are Mom and Nicki?'
Tomas Petrovich sat next to his daughter.
'They're dead, honey.'
He sighed.
'There was a car crash.'
-silence-
'Dad, this really isn't funny. We don't have a car. This is ridiculous. Where are they.
Dad, c'mon. Where are they.
WHERE ARE THEY?'
'Marija.'
His voice broke.
'They're gone. They died this afternoon. In a car crash.'
She stood up, her eyes filling with tears.
'I don't believe you. I'm going to go look for them.'
---
Car crash I disagree.
That was just what her Dad had told everyone. Had told Mari. He didn't want anyone to know.
Not even his own goddamn daughter.
---
She half walked, half ran down the street, her jean-jacked slung haphazardly over her shoulders. She was still a gangly teenager - hadn't even graduated yet.
'Mami? Nicki? MAMI?'
She called down the street, around the neighbourhood.
Goddamn it, where are they?
And then she saw it. Where First Street met Main. A flaming, mangled heap of metal strips and seething wreckage. The mass glowed orange and red, the tips of metal pieces curling, bending to the flames licking at them.
She wandered, as one possessed, to the edge of the scene. And just stood there. Watching.
There was a snap, a pop, a great screeching wail that arose from the wreck.
It seemed to Mari-Ann that her heart echoed these sentiments - a floodgate opened within her, every part of her body and soul crying out.
She fell to her knees, crushed.
'They're gone,' she murmured, lost in her sobs.
'They're gone.'
---
Mari blinked the tears back from her eyes. She stared at the light from Mami's room...
But that wasn't all that happened. Dad made all that shit up, put on one hell of an act, made me go through all of that.
---
Mari looked down at the newspaper clipping in her hands, her new blood pumping through her veins. New blood - better blood. She felt powerful, invincible, beautifully malicious.
And she was beautiful. Her limbs, just two days ago so gangly and awkward, had lengthened, fleshed out - her hair was thick and curled softly around her shoulders - her pupils widened, her eyes seemed deeper, darker. She was in peak physical condition, years of rigorous training noticeable, but only if you were looking. She was like a vine, tastefully curling and elegant, but if one cared to look beyond the artful curves and delicate greens, one could see the potential to choke the life out of other flora and fauna with deadly speed and precision.
So she was tonight. On outward appearances, she was a young woman, bright-eyed and energetic, but with strict preoccupation on some higher thought.
She wove in and out of the crowds on Main, subconsciously twisting and smoothing the newsprint held between her fingers.
27 Main, Jordan Marshall and Craig Thomas
It was a chant within her head. The paper she clutched in her hand said that these men were the ones who killed her family - crashed into Mami and Nicki - and then left them to die.
Jordan Marshall and Craig Thomas. Jordan Marshall, Craig Thomas.
---
She had killed them. Right there in that bar on 27 Main. They were in a back room, just the two of them. Jordan and Craig.
They had looked her over, their eyes hungry and invasive. She was fresh meat to them - a young girl, all alone, at an absurd hour of the night.
Jordan had gotten up, reached out for her, and she broke his arm. Snapped it. Right in the middle.
She didn't really remember anything after that snap. Nothing but the moment she left that room, both of them dead on the floor, Craig's neck at some odd angle and Jordan's forehead - resembling a hard-boiled egg that had rolled and been crushed on kitchen linoleum.
Mari set her jaw.
That's why I Turned, right there. Just so I could see the two of them dead on the floor. But they didn't... didn't kill Mami or Nicki. They were planning to. They were Dracula's men.
Her father had had an inkling that Dracula was planning something. At the time, he was still in business - and guarding one of Vlad's lackeys.
Everyone connected to Dracula had been mobilizing - waiting for something - for some type of signal.
Tomas Petrovich had felt it. He had felt the electricity in the air when his boss' partners had come to call. He had sensed the anticipation in those talks behind closed doors.
And he was very well aware of the type of man Vladislaus Dracula was.
Then he was fired; Tomas Petrovich, the best security man, was fired.
It was more than just a crippling blow to his career. It was more than just injured pride and outrage. It was the horse-head, the dead fish on the doorstep. Dracula had marked his family.
---
'Have you read the news yet today, Dad?'
'No. Why? Anything interesting?'
'I should think so. Those guys - you know - the one's the police thought killed...'
She trailed off. Her father nodded. He knew what she meant.
'Well, they were murdered last night. 27 Main.'
Her Dad choked on his coffee, spluttering.
'They w-*cough* were what?'
'Murdered.'
'Well, does anyone know who did it?'
'Who did what?'
'Who killed them?'
---
Mari hadn't told him. She pretended she didn't know. The police had no idea. Neither did the press.
But her Dad 'fessed up that morning. Over scrambled eggs.
He confessed that those men hadn't killed her mother and brother.
And so she asked him how he'd possibly know that.
And he'd told her how he knew.
He had moved Mami and Nicki to a hotel. Mami knew what he was planning to do.
Mami and Dad had both faked the crash. Nicki was told that Dad and Mari were killed. Mari was told that Mami and Nicki were killed.
Nicki and Mari both had gone to see the wreck. They had missed each other by minutes.
Mami had taken Nicki to a hotel - told Nicki she couldn't stand to be in the house for a while - probably a month or two.
That 'month or two' was how long Tomas had thought it would be until Dracula took over and the races were split up.
Mari had sat there that morning, numb, disbelieving.
---
Her voice was nearly non-existent, hardly even classifiable as a whisper.
'You mean they're alive?
They're not dead?'
Her voice was getting louder.
Her father remained silent.
'They're still here?
In this town?'
She was yelling, now.
'They're living, breathing, right this moment?'
She screamed at him.
'YOU TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME AND TOLD ME THEY WERE DEAD!'
Her eyes filled with tears, her wounded heart bleeding anew.
'HOW DARE YOU!'
Her father sat there, staring at the plate in front of him, not saying a word.
---
And then Mari had left.
She went for two years to specialized training outside of Geneva.
And when she came back, Dracula took over.
What her father had predicted to be two months turned into two years.
And then Dracula divided the races, Dad and I moved to 'Lycan territory,' bought our little house near the Dogpool, and Mami and Nicki changed their last names to Mami's maiden name and moved back into our old house.
But now they're Julia and Nicholais Martinez.
And Nicki still thinks I'm dead.
She wondered if Mami missed her. She wondered if Mami had ever wondered about her. She hoped Nicki still thought about her. She hoped he could remember all the good times, not those little fights siblings are bound to have.
Time to go.
She sighed, turned, and walked back home. Past her street, past her block, past her neighbourhood, back to her new reality.
Back to a world without Mami y Nicki.
He said: blocked
Age:16
Experience:about a year or two...
How you found us:another role play - Certamen Nox
Role play Sample:
ooc: somewhat long, and for that I apologize, but i felt it gave the best view of my work. This is a sample of what I've done with my character on Nox, Marija Antoinette Petrovich.
Dad, I don't want to. Dad. No. Why? What's going to happen? Dad? Where's Mami? And Nicki? What happened. Dad? What're you doing?
She looked up. Mami was gone. Nicki was gone. Who were these people? Where did they come from. There were two. But they weren't Mami. Or Nicki.
And now they were dead. Dead at her feet. There was the blood, pooling, running in little streams down the floor, staining the white.
Dad? Dad, what happened. Dad? Who are these people? They're dead. Dad? Mami? Nicki? Where are you?
She started to run, but the blood followed her - a tidal wave, a tsunami rushing behind her - coming up on her - gaining on her - on top of her - she wasn't going to make it - she would die in this blood - the blood of these people.
And then it was upon her - washing over her - she was lost in it - she couldn't breathe - she was going to die - she was going to drown in it -
---
She woke up, drenched in sweat, heart beating wildly, hair hanging in tangled strands about her shoulders, shaking, her hands spasmodic as they fumbled for the light.
Then there came a pause, her fingers resting upon the switch, her brain finally gaining control of her shivers. She sat there in the dark and silence, attempting to overcome the emotions welling up inside of her. An attempt that was in vain.
She began to sob - deep, soul-wrenching sobs - wracking every fibre of her being, tearing at her mangled soul.
"M-mam-mi"
She spluttered, her gasps and convulsions stuttering her words.
She went on, overwhelmed by pain and loss, a hidden demon eating at her from the inside.
Then all at once, her depression turned to loathing - a fiery, passionate beast reared inside her breast - a discontent and outrage so strong it became a physical pain.
They had no right to take them away from me. They deserved it.
She was convinced of the purity of her actions - of her good intentions - impeccable intentions...
But she had to be sure. She had to see Mami. She had to see Nicki.
A glance at the clock. -03:30-
Now. I need to go now.
---
Mari dashed down the streets, taking every back-road and side-alley she knew. She used to live here. These used to be her streets, her neighbourhood.
There was Jessica's house. Mari had done her Algebra homework.
And that's where Allan used to live. Mari had done his English and Psychology homework.
She could name them all. Every one. Each house had a name, a face, that she used to know - used to serve.
That had been her life, serving these people, doing whatever they asked of her, whenever they asked it.
She bit down the pain rising in her throat.
Not anymore. They have no power over me.
That was the one favor Dracula had done her - he had made the humans worthless.
But she had to see Mami. And Nicki.
Her beloved Nicki. She loved him with all her heart and soul. He was her most prized friend and confidante, irreplaceable. She would protect him to the ends of Iado.
She had tried to protect him.
And failed.
But not again. Just wait. You're almost there. You'll see them soon.
She turned another corner, then lay against a wall, hidden in the shadows. And looked across the street.
There was the house. A mere ten feet away. She could see the light on in Mami's room.
She's probably reading, sitting up in bed with her old desk lamp on. And that lacy old night-gown I kept trying to get her to throw away.
She glanced at Nicki's bedroom window.
Lights are off. Early to bed, early to rise, he used to say.
She had to fight the urge to start crying again.
She missed them, missed them every moment. It killed her to know that here they were, alive, well, happy, maybe, but she could not see them or speak to them. She could not hear Nicki's voice or feel Mami's arms around her.
She let her mind wander - back to that night - back to that week.
---
'Mari, sit down.'
'Yeah, Dad. What's up?'
'Your mother and brother were just killed.'
-silence-
Mari-Ann laughed.
'Yeah, right, Dad. April fool's. Ha-ha. ... But seriously, where are Mom and Nicki?'
Tomas Petrovich sat next to his daughter.
'They're dead, honey.'
He sighed.
'There was a car crash.'
-silence-
'Dad, this really isn't funny. We don't have a car. This is ridiculous. Where are they.
Dad, c'mon. Where are they.
WHERE ARE THEY?'
'Marija.'
His voice broke.
'They're gone. They died this afternoon. In a car crash.'
She stood up, her eyes filling with tears.
'I don't believe you. I'm going to go look for them.'
---
Car crash I disagree.
That was just what her Dad had told everyone. Had told Mari. He didn't want anyone to know.
Not even his own goddamn daughter.
---
She half walked, half ran down the street, her jean-jacked slung haphazardly over her shoulders. She was still a gangly teenager - hadn't even graduated yet.
'Mami? Nicki? MAMI?'
She called down the street, around the neighbourhood.
Goddamn it, where are they?
And then she saw it. Where First Street met Main. A flaming, mangled heap of metal strips and seething wreckage. The mass glowed orange and red, the tips of metal pieces curling, bending to the flames licking at them.
She wandered, as one possessed, to the edge of the scene. And just stood there. Watching.
There was a snap, a pop, a great screeching wail that arose from the wreck.
It seemed to Mari-Ann that her heart echoed these sentiments - a floodgate opened within her, every part of her body and soul crying out.
She fell to her knees, crushed.
'They're gone,' she murmured, lost in her sobs.
'They're gone.'
---
Mari blinked the tears back from her eyes. She stared at the light from Mami's room...
But that wasn't all that happened. Dad made all that shit up, put on one hell of an act, made me go through all of that.
---
Mari looked down at the newspaper clipping in her hands, her new blood pumping through her veins. New blood - better blood. She felt powerful, invincible, beautifully malicious.
And she was beautiful. Her limbs, just two days ago so gangly and awkward, had lengthened, fleshed out - her hair was thick and curled softly around her shoulders - her pupils widened, her eyes seemed deeper, darker. She was in peak physical condition, years of rigorous training noticeable, but only if you were looking. She was like a vine, tastefully curling and elegant, but if one cared to look beyond the artful curves and delicate greens, one could see the potential to choke the life out of other flora and fauna with deadly speed and precision.
So she was tonight. On outward appearances, she was a young woman, bright-eyed and energetic, but with strict preoccupation on some higher thought.
She wove in and out of the crowds on Main, subconsciously twisting and smoothing the newsprint held between her fingers.
27 Main, Jordan Marshall and Craig Thomas
It was a chant within her head. The paper she clutched in her hand said that these men were the ones who killed her family - crashed into Mami and Nicki - and then left them to die.
Jordan Marshall and Craig Thomas. Jordan Marshall, Craig Thomas.
---
She had killed them. Right there in that bar on 27 Main. They were in a back room, just the two of them. Jordan and Craig.
They had looked her over, their eyes hungry and invasive. She was fresh meat to them - a young girl, all alone, at an absurd hour of the night.
Jordan had gotten up, reached out for her, and she broke his arm. Snapped it. Right in the middle.
She didn't really remember anything after that snap. Nothing but the moment she left that room, both of them dead on the floor, Craig's neck at some odd angle and Jordan's forehead - resembling a hard-boiled egg that had rolled and been crushed on kitchen linoleum.
Mari set her jaw.
That's why I Turned, right there. Just so I could see the two of them dead on the floor. But they didn't... didn't kill Mami or Nicki. They were planning to. They were Dracula's men.
Her father had had an inkling that Dracula was planning something. At the time, he was still in business - and guarding one of Vlad's lackeys.
Everyone connected to Dracula had been mobilizing - waiting for something - for some type of signal.
Tomas Petrovich had felt it. He had felt the electricity in the air when his boss' partners had come to call. He had sensed the anticipation in those talks behind closed doors.
And he was very well aware of the type of man Vladislaus Dracula was.
Then he was fired; Tomas Petrovich, the best security man, was fired.
It was more than just a crippling blow to his career. It was more than just injured pride and outrage. It was the horse-head, the dead fish on the doorstep. Dracula had marked his family.
---
'Have you read the news yet today, Dad?'
'No. Why? Anything interesting?'
'I should think so. Those guys - you know - the one's the police thought killed...'
She trailed off. Her father nodded. He knew what she meant.
'Well, they were murdered last night. 27 Main.'
Her Dad choked on his coffee, spluttering.
'They w-*cough* were what?'
'Murdered.'
'Well, does anyone know who did it?'
'Who did what?'
'Who killed them?'
---
Mari hadn't told him. She pretended she didn't know. The police had no idea. Neither did the press.
But her Dad 'fessed up that morning. Over scrambled eggs.
He confessed that those men hadn't killed her mother and brother.
And so she asked him how he'd possibly know that.
And he'd told her how he knew.
He had moved Mami and Nicki to a hotel. Mami knew what he was planning to do.
Mami and Dad had both faked the crash. Nicki was told that Dad and Mari were killed. Mari was told that Mami and Nicki were killed.
Nicki and Mari both had gone to see the wreck. They had missed each other by minutes.
Mami had taken Nicki to a hotel - told Nicki she couldn't stand to be in the house for a while - probably a month or two.
That 'month or two' was how long Tomas had thought it would be until Dracula took over and the races were split up.
Mari had sat there that morning, numb, disbelieving.
---
Her voice was nearly non-existent, hardly even classifiable as a whisper.
'You mean they're alive?
They're not dead?'
Her voice was getting louder.
Her father remained silent.
'They're still here?
In this town?'
She was yelling, now.
'They're living, breathing, right this moment?'
She screamed at him.
'YOU TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME AND TOLD ME THEY WERE DEAD!'
Her eyes filled with tears, her wounded heart bleeding anew.
'HOW DARE YOU!'
Her father sat there, staring at the plate in front of him, not saying a word.
---
And then Mari had left.
She went for two years to specialized training outside of Geneva.
And when she came back, Dracula took over.
What her father had predicted to be two months turned into two years.
And then Dracula divided the races, Dad and I moved to 'Lycan territory,' bought our little house near the Dogpool, and Mami and Nicki changed their last names to Mami's maiden name and moved back into our old house.
But now they're Julia and Nicholais Martinez.
And Nicki still thinks I'm dead.
She wondered if Mami missed her. She wondered if Mami had ever wondered about her. She hoped Nicki still thought about her. She hoped he could remember all the good times, not those little fights siblings are bound to have.
Time to go.
She sighed, turned, and walked back home. Past her street, past her block, past her neighbourhood, back to her new reality.
Back to a world without Mami y Nicki.
He said: blocked
