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Post by NATHANIEL JAMES BRYON. on Aug 9, 2010 16:22:24 GMT -5
N A T H A N I E L – B R Y O N    ----------- Nathaniel sat in his seat behind the table used as a counter, his intense brown eyes locked on a certain book spine across the room as he thought over the latest letter he got from his son, or rather written by his mother with his words, and her own. At his feet rested his black Labrador Abby who watched the door for any customers, which for the past three hours of the afternoon have not been coming.
The book keeper had his dark brunette hair combed back neatly were it rested only a single lock out of place like usual, he was dressed neatly as always but plainly as well. He wore black trousers, a white shirt with a black and light gray stripped vest, a black puff tie and a tie tack in place. The back of the chair he sat it rested his charcoal gray frock coat and his black derby hat. On the counter top rested a plain silver pocket watch open with the engraved lid facing him, it had a simple inscription from his son, something he was given last time he visited the boy.
With a heavy sigh Nate stood and lifted his frock coat and shrugged it on. Abby got to her feet and stretched as he picked up and closed his watch and tucked it away before picking the key to the shop up and his hat. His black shoes tapped soundly on the wooden floors as he crossed the room and turned the open sign to closed and stepped out. Abby followed at his side and waited as he turned and locked up before pocketing the key. He put his hat on he rubbed the dogs head before moving away from the book shop. He was closing way earlier than he should be but sitting in that quiet shop a moment longer was going to push him over the edge today.
Abby was right at his side as he walked down the sidewalk heading for the main streets. The town was awake and very much alive. People passed him, a few he knew and he nodded and gave them his typical polite smile and nod but didn’t linger to chatter. Nate slowed his pace as he reached the Old Square, pausing his pace, Abby stopped and looked back at him before trotting over and sitting next to him as he stood inches from a stone wall. He watched the people of Staffordshire go about their way doing things they needed to do.
A slight furrow of his brow formed as he watched, dark eyes followed individuals a moment before moving to another. It was a slower pace here, not rushed like London. His most recent trip there reminded him of why he stayed here so far from those he knew his whole life. It was peaceful here, and peaceful is what he needed. Resettling his hat he looked down at Abby. “Let’s go old girl, I need to get a few things for dinner tonight”, he said to her and she stood with a small woof. He smiled expression softening and the intense look in his eyes was gone for the moment.
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Character Mood// Relaxed, thoughtful
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Post by TEMPERANCE EMELINE BLANTON on Aug 13, 2010 19:39:40 GMT -5
TEMPERANCE EMELINE BLANTON
Temperance's charcoal black heels clicked against the side walk with a somewhat comforting sound. It was getting a bit late out and she hadn't meant to stray so far away from the bordello for so long. 'I hope Lucius won't be too distressed over my absence...' She thought, her pale fingers curling the violet fabric of her floor length dress more as she held it up so she could move more freely. Her long deep auburn locks were elegantly curled into precise ringlets and pinned up in tiers on her head, high combs methodically placed to keep it all secure for her long hours at work. She couldn't afford to lose money because of a misplaced hair and it did count against her if she looked worn. No man wanted a worn out play thing; they always wanted the best to choose from! So that is what she tried to present herself as, no matter the cost.
All she wanted was to pick up a book from the book store if it was still open and then perhaps stop by the ladies' emporium for that lovely rose hued dress that she wanted so desperately. It would complete her collection of dresses for the next year. She was convinced she didn't need a lot of things to make her happy but in reality, it took nearly everything in the world to make her content for a few months. She really was the ultimate non-royal fashion princess in all of Staffordshire. But she was happy that way and there wasn't much anyone could do to make her change her mind. Temperance soon made it to the door of the book store but all the lights were dimmed and there appeared to be no one inside. She sighed before moving off toward the emporium instead. No use in trying to find the attractive book keeper; he had probably closed up because of the slow crowd. Deep azure eyes glanced around at the waning sunlight as the time where ladies should be indoors or walking with a gentleman companion was arriving. There wasn't really anyone around and the brothel, which was the best attempt she had at home now, was half a mile away.
She bit her pale rose lip slightly in thought, trying to decide which would be better: to go back now or to go on to the emporium and foot it back to the brothel. Or, if her luck would have it, Lucius would be out looking for her like the concerned being he was. She didn't know why people hated Lucius or didn't think well of him. Granted, he was the head master of the bordello but that did not mean he was a horrid person beneath his job description! The young beautiful maiden walked in the direction of the ladies' emporium, the only sound to assure her that she was alone was her own footsteps. But then it changed. She could faintly hear the audio of another person's footsteps and these were heavier and more determined. The light clicking of short claws against the side walk painted a vague portrait of a man and his dog walking in the evening light of the square. She glanced around again before continuing on her way and she rounded a corner and nearly collided into the very same man. A horrified gasp left her pale lips and a bare hand flew up to cover them in surprise and shock. Oh! I am so sorry sir! Please forgive me for my clumsiness! She exclaimed, crimson staining her cheeks as she blushed furiously, embarrassed for running into the man. She stood there for a moment, her expression in a deep pose of uncertainty, before she scurried away a little. How awful!
character;; temperance emeline blanton
character mood;; embarrassed!
author;; fang.
author's notes;; sorry for the horrible post x.x
author's muse;; not bad.
word count;; six hundred and nineteen.
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Post by NATHANIEL JAMES BRYON. on Aug 13, 2010 20:28:05 GMT -5
N A T H A N I E L – B R Y O N ----------- Brown eyes scanned the faces around him before he continued on pondering what it was he would make for dinner, it was difficult to plan when there was only one eating, something he had to struggle with for two years now. But something he was also used to it at this point. Maybe he would just stick with a simple soup for the night, he wasn’t very motivated to cook much else, today had been rather dull for him, when he had hoped for some conversation at the very least today, but only a handful of customers and no more than the usual greetings and partings were given to his dismay. It was a pity. He had nothing but his own thoughts and Abby for company the whole day, not the safest company for him.
Nate continued along his way not much bothered by what was going on around him. He followed Abby rather than following his own route, his gaze on the ground as he walked, his hat shadowing his eyes from sight as he walked, locked deeply in his own thoughts yet again, one time too many this slow day. Was there nothing new for him this day?
Abby gave a small bark before he started to round the corner, a warning that was gotten a moment before disaster. He barely bumped into the woman who seemed like she was surprised as he was by their meeting. Nathaniel stepped back once and looked at the woman who called out her apology quickly. He gave her a warm smile. “It is quite alright madam. In this circumstance I do believe no one person was at fault. We were both clearly distracted to be noticing our destinations crossed”, his warm voice gentle and comforting as he looked to her brown eyes kind as always.
The Lab at his side whimpered looking up at them. He reached down and rubbed her ear with a smile to assure her he was fine and she panted happily turning her gaze towards the woman. Nathaniel looked at her, he had seen her about a few times, but wasn’t sure who she was. She was quiet the sight, a right beauty. Her fair skin looked as soft as he was sure it was, her amber hair was done impeccably, she was something he expected to seen in a painting, not walking among people. Then again this town had a handful of such women, and in some cases men. The blush staining her cheeks only heightened her beauty. It caused his smile to soften more. If it was possible, he was after all always gentle and soft, it was difficult to think he could be harsh in any fashion at all.
Nathaniel realized he was staring and he ducked his head slightly and cleared his throat before looking at her once more. “Forgive me, I am being rude. I should let you go, you clearly were in a hurry to get some place and here I am keeping you here”, he said stepping aside inkling his head to her an embarrassed undertone to his warm voice. “Though if it is not to rude to inquire your name? I am Nathaniel”, he asked her looking her in the eyes once again. Abby was at his side watching the woman the whole time.
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Character Mood// Surprised, a little shy and embarassed
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Post by TEMPERANCE EMELINE BLANTON on Aug 15, 2010 21:54:23 GMT -5
TEMPERANCE EMELINE BLANTON
She could remember Lucius' first words to her about it not being safe for ladies to be out alone after dark. Not here, no. Maybe in somewhere more populated and crowded but the empty square was not in the least bit safe. Stories of women and children going missing, too many grown men "leaving town" in the middle of the night to never be seen again. She trusted him with her life. She really didn't know anything about him and that was certainly the most dangerous portion of that but she was too headstrong to care.
She was extremely independent and made all of her decisions for herself. No staying with her father until she was wed. No, she was living at the brothel and making twice the money should would with being a seamstress. At least at the brothel, she was enjoying herself. Perhaps too much at times but every place could use a little bit of drama. Something to rouse the crowd a bit, you know?
But Temperance wasn't always such a rowdy girl. More often than not, she was the quiet girl in the crowd where only her hair made her stick out. Some girls had thin wiry hair that was always pulled back into a bun that made their appearances older than necessary. Her deep red hair was usually seen curled up on her head in multiple tiers designed by a vast array of high combs.
Some were transparent and not easily seen but the others were either bejeweled or the same hue of her dress. But despite her fiery independence, she is quite beautiful internally as she is externally. At the brothel, men believed her to be pure and inexperienced but she was really quite the opposite. Looks can be deceiving with the maiden.
When she had bumped into the man, her poise and confident movements crumbled almost instantly and her entire bodice became a vulnerable self-painted portrait of a young girl with lost sapphire eyes. The split moment of her lost composure was a rare sight to see and with a blink of an eye, she was the perfectly poised creature again.
She smoothed out the fabric of her dress before looking up at the man when he spoke. 'It is quite alright madam. In this circumstance I do believe no one person was at fault. We were both clearly distracted to be noticing our destinations crossed' Her azure eyes flickered down to the canine companion at his side before they shifted back up. Thank you for your kindness, sir. She smiled pleasantly before he spoke his secondary lines. 'Forgive me, I am being rude. I should let you go, you clearly were in a hurry to get some place and here I am keeping you here'
She shook her head slowly, auburn locks curled into perfect ringlets swaying with the movement.It is quite alright, sir, it is only that dangers lurk in the night for ladies and I best be returning to the brothel soon. She noted, never having paid attention to the social disapproval of being a whore. She never cared for anyone's opinion except for her own. “Though if it is not to rude to inquire your name? I am Nathaniel” She had nearly turned away before pausing and looking back at the man named Nathaniel. With a smile that could not be helped when she uttered her own name, she answered in polite tones, It is a pleasure to meet you, Nathaniel and I am sorry that it was under these circumstances. I am Temperance.
character;; temperance emeline blanton
character mood;; better.
author;; fang.
author's notes;; horrible post is horrible.
author's muse;; scattered.
word count;; five hundred and sixty-nine.
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Post by NATHANIEL JAMES BRYON. on Aug 16, 2010 18:53:35 GMT -5
N A T H A N I E L – B R Y O N ----------- Nathaniel noticed a change in her voice as she spoke, along with her posture; she was clearly a confident and free spirited woman. Something he found made a woman when she could afford it, and this woman could afford her confidence, her very presence screamed confidence even when she had been surprised and apologizing. He admired that, though he didn’t dislike the quiet mousey women either but women like the one before him caught your attention before others like his ex wife did.
Dark hues studied her with curiosity as she spoke and moved. The brothel? So she was one of the prostitutes, well he didn’t mind, she seemed like a decent woman to converse with not that he cared for her profession, but he didn’t judge when he did not know a person. After all he defied all the normal standards. He did not have a pretty little wife a nice well maintained home with a few children a solid well paying job that he looked he could have. He also was not a drinker, smoker, and did not cheat as many men of his status did, he knew many men who were like that and he for one was not so. So no he would not judge her for her profession. She was a beautiful clearly fiery woman with passion and a level of intelligence he had yet to register the limits off. She was well spoken and held her-self gracefully, if she had not said anything he would have thought her to be a young married woman who worked as a seamstress or some other more smiled upon reputable occupation.
Lifting his hat he inclined his head when she gave her name and resettled it before smiling warmly to her. “It ‘twas a pleasure Miss Temperance. Should we next speak I do hope it is from less startling terms”, he said without negativity. Abby rested against his leg and he touched her head when she thrust it up at his hand. He glanced down at her then back to the woman. “Be safe on your way madam”, he said breaking their small conversation knowing she had places to go just as he did. But his day was going to end on a lighter note with their little chat. He did enjoy talking with others even for a short while. It was just a nice way to spent time when all you did was sell books and run a little shop.
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