((OOC: Doing a big multi-post with ALL my characters. If your character isn't busy and you want to RP with someone, pounce on any of my free characters. I'd love to get some more active RPs going.))
Arianna nodded slightly at hearing his words. She understood that he was disappointed, but there really was nothing she could do - and she wouldn't particularly want to, either. She knew that there were many people in town who were hunters, going out into the woods and bringing back fresh meat. Many of them sold their food in the market, though she doubted that V would want it already killed. She lifted a hand, smoothing down her thick brown waves of hair and smiling towards him.
"You're more than welcome to go hunting in the forests on either side of town," she told him gently. "I'm sure you can probably work something out with one of the farmers outside of town, too, for something a bit bigger than whatever you'll find in the woods.."
Her gaze then fell on an unfamiliar new man who had entered. She watched briefly as he patiently made his way in and stood calmly to wait for her to finish her business with V. She offered him a friendly smile, her deep blue eyes sparkling before shifting back towards V.
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Lance was clad in regular, everyday clothing - trousers and a simple red shirt, with brown leather boots and his black hair tied back in a long ponytail that ran straight down the middle of his back. He wasn't working until that evening, so as he strolled out the front doors of the castle and down towards the gates, he was looking forward to having the day to himself.
He intended to look for some side jobs to do in the town on his days off - he wouldn't tell anyone, but he wanted to purchase his own home in the town, which meant that he would have to spend a lot of time saving his money. The guards in Arianna's castle were paid well enough, especially considering that they were given their own quarters within the castle to live in if they so chose. They had to pay for their own clothing, maintaining their armour and weapons, and food to keep in the kitchens of the guards quarters. It was also troublesome as sometimes, guards - especially new ones - would take food that belonged to others, and Lance often found himself a victim of such trouble.
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Isabella walked down a hallway of the castle. She was on the second floor, carrying some freshly washed linens to one of the guest rooms. The second floor of the castle was filled almost entirely with various guest rooms, each one decorated uniquely and almost all of them empty. They were used when Arianna had visitors to the castle, and if Arianna ever had children, the kids would have their choice of rooms whenever they wanted. However, the guest rooms all had to be kept clean and tidy, which included a great deal of dusting and washing.
She curled her fingers around the cold brass knob of the door, opening it and slipping inside. This particular guest room was one of her favourites in appearance - the walls were a soft teal colour, the linens were a vibrant ocean blue, and a large painting of a beautiful beach hung on the wall at the head of the bed. Isabella found the ocean beautifully enticing, and gazing at that painting made her long to visit. Her days off weren't frequent enough, however, to embark on such a trip, and even if she did visit the Southern seas, she wouldn't be able to make the round trip in a day or two.
Still, a dreamy smile came to her lips as she began to make the stripped-down bed. The pillows sat on the floor, where she had moved them so that she could strip down the blankets from the bed. She hummed softly to herself as she tucked the corners of the sheets under the mattress, her hands moving expertly over the bed, demonstrating how skillful and experienced she was in the simple task of making a bed.
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Benton strolled through the town, clad in a suit that he deemed casual, though others might see it as rather elegant. He was unsure exactly where he was headed - perhaps to the market, as his little home needed some new furnishings. He gave a nod to himself. Yes, that certainly sounded like a good idea. So he continued along on his way, brushing a loose strand of black hair from his face and walking with an air of confidence, entirely blind to the invisble ghost girl who followed behind him like a lost little puppy.
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Lucille's glossy white-blue eyes fluttered open, and she gazed around slowly. A smile came to her ruby lips and she rose to her feet, feeling well-rested and ready to take on the day. Not literally speaking, of course - the daylight would certainly bring her a great deal of pain. She gazed around, ensuring that all the thick curtains were fully-drawn in her beautiful mansion home before leaving the bedroom. As she made her way to the kitchen, her eyes darted around for glimpses of sunlight or curtains that had caught or snagged, but she saw nothing. She reached the kitchen with a smile on her lips, relief flooding through her as she opened up the cooler and pulled out a cold bottle of thick red blood. She smiled to herself, opening it and taking a long sip. She was unsure where Krados was at that moment in time, but she hoped to see him again soon.
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Marabella sat in silence on the small bed that belonged to her in the orphanage. It wasn't a large building, and the small handful of children living there were handled by one woman, a kind lady who came across as rather scatterbrained to the young girl. She had even been kind enough to buy young Marabella some new dresses and shoes. The little girl glanced briefly over at the nightstand, where a book that one of the other little girls had loaned her sat. A bookmark protruded from just within the cover, where Marabella had read only a few pages before setting it down. She found herself with no desire for such frivolous activities as reading and playing when there were more important things to worry about, such as her mysterious past and the beautiful locket that dangled around her neck.
Often, Marabella heard the other children talk about 'adoption'. From what they said, it seemed that because none of them had parents, people would come to the orphanage and take a child home with them, taking on the parental role for that child and raising them as if they were their own. While the others always spoke of adoption in excited, eager tones, Marabella dreaded the very idea of it. To have a family treating her as if she was their child? To have them raising her and caring for her instead of trying to find her real parents? It was horrible to even imagine.
