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Post by Drusilla Silverheart on Oct 8, 2009 21:44:30 GMT 9
Druislla walk in to the art Museum and pay to get in. She looked around looking at the art hoping there was someone to talk to and not be alone looking at the art. She thought to her self why is i come here when its bording then i'm alone, i guess i was bored and was looking for fun. She walk around looking out all the paintings she like walk in a museum but not by herself, she nedd someone to talk to.
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Post by Mister Misericorde on Oct 9, 2009 20:45:18 GMT 9
Bright wavy locks flowed past the man's shoulders as he waltzed through the hallways of the museum, his skeletal body covered in rich, old-fashioned garments, a serpent green frock coat and quite a number of other articles of clothing that were clearly much too for just a simple outing. It wasn't an ordinary occasion to find the man indoors at this time without any company, usually he was somewhere in the midst of grim and soot, slender fingers wrapped tightly around a corpse, his other hand holding a scalpel with such precision that it could be believed that he knew just what he was doing. Camui Misericorde limped slightly, using his deceased uncle’s elderly cane to hold himself, as he moved through the dimly lit, empty corridor until he came upon one display room which harboured just one woman. His sharp violet eyes examined her, coldly sweeping over her body. She was quite beautiful, to him, what attracted him the most was her hair. Yes, wouldn’t he love to steal those pretty, little hairs from her; the silk gloves on his hands tightening as his gripped on his cane became stronger as he began to move in her direction, though he said nothing, waiting wordlessly for an invitation from her to converse.
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Post by Drusilla Silverheart on Oct 10, 2009 1:53:26 GMT 9
Drusilla could hear someone coming towards her, but she didn't know who it was. She turned around to see who it was, she didn't know lot of people. "Hello" Dru said in a friendly voice. "who would you might be?" Dru asked with a smile with her face, when she was about to say her name,but he might know who she is cause of all the clothes she made. When she was waiting for answer she turn back around and looked at the painting again, it was one of her favorite painting because of all the color and the texture that was in the painting. She loved looking at painting, Because when she was a little girl she use to paint on her bed room walls, even if her mom got mad. In her house now she has self paintings of her on her wall she painted them and some of them have her design in them. ost of her Clothes was her own stuff because she was the modle of her clothes expect for the guy clothes.
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Post by Mister Misericorde on Oct 11, 2009 3:58:42 GMT 9
As the man drew closer, he recognized the woman to be Drusilla Silverheart, the fashion designer. From that moment, he felt the blood that coarsed through his veins, freeze and painful force themselves back to his heart, shivers would've ran down his spine but he lacked the particular amount of emotions within to do so. Staring back at her with eyes as plastic as a corpse's, his mouth curved into a cracked smile, "Rather charming, finding you here, Mrs. Silverheart," he said, his voice filled with forced pleasure. He watched her as she absorbed the sight of the painting in her memories, doing what he always loved tonight slipped from his entangled thoughts. "I am Camui Misericorde."
He, too, began to mesmerize the sight of the artwork, something so simple and yet, it held a very intricate message. "I am a fan of your work," he stated, his voice quite monotone, though he didn't really know much of Silverheart, only seeing her works standing proud behind the glass of the displays which belonged to many rich stores, "especially the Victorian ones."
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Post by Drusilla Silverheart on Oct 14, 2009 22:33:14 GMT 9
Drusilla took her eyes off the painting and then look at the man. " you have heard of me and love my work" Drusilla said with a shooked look on her face.
She move on to the next painting hopeing that the man would follow and talk more with her "So what do you for a living?" she asked with a smile on her face. She tought to herself he kinda looks liek a bussine man, but if he was what kind.
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