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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 3, 2009 17:35:15 GMT -6
 What you do on your own time's just fineMy imagination's much worse[/i][/size][/color][/center] • • • EMERY NORWOOD • • •
lyrics © fall out boy [/color][/center] Bustling streets of Chesire could turn almost anyone away who wasn't accustomed to them. Yes, they could be harsh, but if you had grown up here, then you knew how to work them. Stay in-between waves of people, and always get to the place where you want to go. Especially if you went to a store where only Lords and Ladies went, since the lowers couldn't afford the items there. Though, on days like these, where it tended to be a bit less busy - that was always nice. Adjusting her dark hair, eyes surveyed the scene with skepticism. Merchants eyed her, knowing immediately wealth ran in her family, and immediately offered their best articles for sale. Soft hands reached out calmly, brushing against the silk of a woman she had bought from before. Gently smiling, she mused, "Same price?" the woman beamed, and nodded, "Always for you, m'Lady." The young woman mentioned, handing her their currency, "Thank you, I'll take this."
Bringing a silk scarf to her wrists, it matched her dress she had on now nicely. Tucking it around her locks, she smiled softly, before handing her some extra, "Keep the change....good day." Nodding softly to the woman, she continued, the scarf blending in well with her top piece. Eyes narrowed slightly as some men appeared out of a bar and went at it, while a woman - obviously some sort of professional with her - lack of clothing - screamed. Quickly, she shifted her course, avoiding that and moved on. Laughing softly to herself, she murmured quickly in Latin, a language she found interesting to speak. Hardly anyone knew it anymore - how - pathetic in some ways. Though, she kept this to herself, she just knew languages and most things, other people were much smarter in different things, like math.
Everyone had their skills, some could speak lovely, getting people to do what they wanted - others - knew different ways to sneak around to get people to do what they wanted. She - just did things herself. Might as well. Her room wouldn't clean itself, and sometimes, if her maid wasn't feeling too well, she'd go ahead and do it herself, it didn't bother her. Gave her something to do sometimes. Touching her head piece, she then paused as she approached a store that in the back of it, also had a small cafe where drinks were the most popular thing to get. The best thing - usually only Lords and Ladies went in, therefore, it was clean, mostly sanitary, and higher in class.
Stepping up the stairs, she looked around the large room, noticing a few people in there from her parents' parties, before brushing past the store part, and to the place where she could order a drink. Getting just hot tea, she smiled gently, and thanked him, and headed back, as the drunken idiots from before had managed to stagger their way down this street. Hovering by the mainstream of it all, she tensed when one smiled wickedly at her, "Hello there, pretty woman." A frown appeared on her features, though she didn't say anything, before looking around, as if searching for a knight in armor, her heart remembering Huntington suddenly.
"I believe you missed your parade, sir." she simply stated, and backed up, as the store owner, a gruff man in his sixties swatted the drunk man away. "I'm sorry, m'Lady." Waving it off, the Norwood offspring then moved her position so she was on a balcony, one could say over the street, about 10 feet above everyone. Peering down, she smiled softly, enjoying the rush of being up high, the gentle breeze tugging at her locks. Though, when she heard someone approach, eyes flickered to the newcomer...
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Post by ALEXANDER HUNTINGTON . on Apr 3, 2009 18:35:03 GMT -6
 Restless was one way to describe Lord Alexander. With Richard and William off entertaining themselves, his father had summoned him for a brief meeting, re-establishing all the rules and necessities of running an estate. Alexander wasn't bothered by the way his father droned on and on about requirements and expectations - if anything, he could recite a lot of it in his sleep. Still, he listened attentively, as was necessary for him to do so, and gave little input on business like servants and how lively the horses were. The conversation drifted to his siblings; as the senior Alexander did not see much of them, he frequently asked his eldest son how they were doing. And they were fine, as always, with no need for reprimanding by their father, having not done much in the past week to irritate their mother or wind up the servants. The meeting eventually drew to a close, the older male permitting his son to leave the room, his parting words enquiring as to how things with Miss Norwood were going. This caused Alexander to pause, momentarily, shifting somewhat as he responded with a dutiful progressing, father and then take his leave as quickly and as swiftly as his legs would allow him.
Alexander's thoughts now wandered to Miss Norwood. He had not seen her for two days, having thought it wise to give her space and allow her to do her own thing whilst he spent some time with Richard, teaching him how to fine-tune his aim with a bow. In those two days, his mind had gone to her frequently, yet he had not allowed himself to dwell on her for long periods of time, compromising with the promise that he'd visit her again and see how she was. Thus he'd pushed her from his thoughts, determined not to think of her too often and with too much need, and was now only allowing himself to ponder over how she was and what she was doing. In his haste to get away from his father's chambers, he cut across one of the many hallways of the castle and took the servants' stairway instead, coming down to the kitchen and passing by the open door in time to catch a snippet of conversation - something about various new deals at the market, and what Rose and Mary had been up to. He couldn't have cared less about these Rose and Mary individuals - but the deals at the market caught his attention and he reasoned that he could always use an excuse to get away from the Huntington estate for a few hours.
True, it took a few minutes to saddle his horse, but once Leonides was ready, the Lord mounted him without a second thought and was quick to guide the beast out of the courtyard and down the main road. The journey was reasonably swift, Alexander urging his mount into a swift trot as he took in the surrounding views and the general peace that the countryside offered. Leonides was fresh and rested, tossing his head and snorting in a spirited way that only a horse was capable of, and the twenty-four year old found it amusing. He inhaled, enjoying the fresh air of the country and clicked the horse into a faster pace, stretching the animal's legs so that they were travelling at a gallop, the hilt of his sword brushing against his hip now and again, a subtle reminder of his status in society. The countryside gave way to a town, and in those first few moments, Alexander was quick to slow Leonides down and ease him to a halt, dismounting the horse in an inn's courtyard and handing the reins to one of the stable boys. "I'll leave him with you for a while - brush him down and give him something to eat." Patting the animal's rump, the Lord handed the boy two bronze pieces and made his way into the town and towards the market, curious as to what these deals might be.
Noise was the first thing that struck him, along with the scent of unhygienic individuals, and Alexander wrinkled his nose and forced his way through the mass of bodies, quickly remembering why he generally chose not to mingle with commoners. He passed stalls with little to no interest, ignoring calls of vegetables and meat that mixed in with the cries of various animals; markets were all the same, and he was beginning to suspect that the servants back at the estate hadn't been telling the truth about any sort of new deal. Still, he was a determined individual... and if there was a deal around, he was certainly going to find it. Pushing one stumbling man aside and choosing to ignore the drunk's groan as he collided with another person, Alexander slowly progressed towards the more upper-class part of the market, inwardly relieved as the crowds died down and the shouting lessened. He was now able to browse stalls with ease.
When nothing caught his eye after a good twenty minutes of looking, he turned and was about to return to Leonides when a familiar figure caught his eye. It was gone in a few seconds, and he craned his head in order to follow where they were going and work out who they were. The brown hair was instantly recognisable, and within a few seconds, Alexander's mind had worked out that Emery was also browsing the market, and was apparently heading somewhere. Curiosity piqued, he settled on returning to his horse at a later time, and moved after her, careful to stay a few steps behind her so that it did not look too obvious. It was true that he was courting her, but he didn't want to make it seem as though he was following her everywhere. Trailing her up the stairs, he held back, watching as she purchased tea and choosing to browse the list of drinks as soon as she'd moved away. Upon noting that another drunkard was approaching her, Alexander visibly bristled and began to make his way over to her, only mildly irritated as the shop owner intervened and sent the man on his way.
Coming up alongside her with some hesitance, he hoped that he would not be heard, though that hope was soon dashed as her eyes flickered towards him and his gaze met hers for a second. Inclining his head respectfully, the Lord came to a standstill next to her and allowed his gaze to wander over the view they had of the market, a slight frown appearing on his face as he briefly recalled the way the drunkard had approached her. Reminding himself that he was in the presence of a woman, Alexander adjusted his position so that his body was turned towards her, one hand resting on his sword hilt as the other hung loosely at his side. He observed her for a second, and then thought it best to greet her in a way that was more verbal than a simple nod. Bowing for a short second, he straightened his posture and smiled easily at her, genuinely pleased to see her. "Good morning, Miss Norwood," he murmured softly, gaze breezing over her face, "I noticed you were being harassed a few moments ago. I did originally come over to aid you, but since it has been sorted..." he trailed off momentarily, as if wondering what else to say, "I hope you do not mind my more permanent company instead." Alexander paused, tilting his head slightly. "I didn't know you enjoyed the atmosphere of the market."
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m u s i c / perfect symmetry - keane.
n o t e s / sorry this took me so long to post!
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 3, 2009 19:50:18 GMT -6
What you do on your own time's just fineMy imagination's much worse [/i][/size][/color][/center] • • • EMERY NORWOOD • • •
lyrics © fall out boy [/color][/center] Anxiously, a hand came up and toyed with her hair silently, as she finished off her tea within a few minutes. The cup remained untouched by the woman's right hand, as Miss Norwood looked down, seeing the store owner check on his higher end customers. Smiling weakly to herself, brown eyes lifted calmly before shifting back towards the market. The thought of the unsanitary place did make her want to vomit sometimes, but she just - enjoyed being up here, or this part of the market anyway. Where people of her stature lazed about. Yes - that was a good word to describe it, laze around things. They didn't need to worry about money like the commoners, they were born with it, and passed it on to their offspring. She, since she was a she, would be cursed to marry off to another Lord. Most likely Alexander Huntington. Don't get her wrong, she found him an interesting man and all - but there must be someone out there for him better than she could be for him anyway.
Eyes flickered towards the source of the sound from behind. Turning only her neck, eyes fixated on the newcomer, who turned out to be none other than the Lord Alexander Huntington himself. Unable to hide a small smile on her lips, the young woman gives him a small smile in greeting, until he bows, giving her the first respects. Men were usually the first ones to do so, especially after approaching a woman of the same society rank, or higher than they themselves were. Though, he was a Lord, and she - the child of a Lady and Lord. To become a Lady, she already technically was, but couldn't really call herself that till she was married off.
When his body bent, she returned the favor by grasping her skirt carefully, gentle not to wrinkle it, and returned the favor by a curtsy. "Morning to you as well, Lord Huntington." Though, her eyes noticed his eyes, and she couldn't help herself but to scan over his features quickly. She did find him handsome - don't get her wrong, but there wasn't much there. Emery fixed herself, pushing her emotions to the side, as she smiled softly, looking down momentarily before responding, "Oh yes, the keeper did." she noted, lips pursing slightly, before lifting her gaze to meet his, always bummed about being short. Him pointing out about the market, she shrugged, then realized how horrible that would seem. It was a neat place to hear things people spoke about. Deals, men, women, children, their lives, and more. Mostly gossip sometimes, a Lord doing this, a Lady doing that. All the stuff she'd prefer not to get into if she could avoid it.
Turning her attention back to Alexander, she replied, her voice smooth and soft, how she had been told to keep it when around men if she could help it, "Oh, I do enjoy it to an extent. The liveliness of it brings me hope that people can control their own lives, that their lives aren't predetermined." Shifting her focus back to him, a coy grin tugging at the right side of her lips, "And what about yourself, Lord?" They had an - interesting relationship to say the least. Given her space, was a major plus in her eyes. Emery smiled weakly, she could call him by his first name, and he could call her by Emery as well, but they always said each other's last for a few moments.
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