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Post by nefertiti on Nov 28, 2006 15:59:19 GMT -5
Neferiti had been entertaining herself by wandering around the streets, bored. But she began to realize that so many of her kind were around, with nothing much to do. No one to talk to. Covens were often useful for that sort of thing, but what of those who had none? Or none yet? Should they have no companions?
She invited a few girls over to her apartment in London. She had owned a few estates, but found the eternal upkeep did have people looking around. When you outlived twenty gardeners people started to talk...and it was awful when people talked too much.
Her apartment, or flat, was furnished nicely in rich, dark colors. She had lots of Egyptian Artifacts, many of which she found herself and refused to sell to any museum. Her house wasn't a museum, it was a memory of her past.
She set up the sitting room, with a few scented candles and some soft pillows to lounge on. She was excited to spend time with other vampires, she was rather social in nature and had been deprived.
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Post by marcel on Dec 8, 2006 16:45:19 GMT -5
Marcel was...well uninvited. He figured if you've been around for a thousand years, you didn't need to sit and wait for an invitation to someone's home. Esepcially not Nefertiti's. She was probably the oldest known vampire in existence, and yet she had the luster as if she were barely twenty or so. She was a fascinating woman, she was. Just the type he loved. But he'd never tango with her. Too risky.
"AH, I've taken the liberty of letting myself in," he said, walking into her lavish home, which more or less looked like the Louvre mixed with an Egyptologist's Heaven.
He wondered if she ever had human guests over, and how she explained her extensive collection of artifacts. He rubbed his hand along a pot, before walking into the sitting room where her majesty sat.
"Lovely as ever, Madame," he said, bowing his head, but grinning.
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Post by nefertiti on Jan 2, 2007 21:41:17 GMT -5
Nefertiti winked at Marcel. She did enjoy his company, although he was uninvited. But seeing as the ladies she invited were no where to be found, she wouldn't mind at all spending the evening with him. He was very entertaining, especially on the eyes.
She caressed his cheek softly, before returning to her seat. "Ah, I see you've made yourself welcome. And so you are," she said, patting the ottoman next to her for him to sit.
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Post by isabelsalisbury on Jan 4, 2007 0:21:25 GMT -5
Isabel knocked on the door, feeling very apprehensive and slightly nervous. She had first read about Nefertiti when visiting the King's Royal Library. Ever since that day, Nefertiti had been her role model. And now to find out she was still living, and that she, Isabel, was about to meet her. She shivered at the thought, and squeezed Carlisle's hand.
His huge warm hand sent comforting waves through her body, but she still felt a bit nervous, and leaned against him. His body, warm and strong, felt comforting, but still she shivered and held onto his hand tight. [/size][/center] |
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Post by carlisletruax on Jan 4, 2007 0:26:34 GMT -5
Carlisle felt Isabel squeezing his hand, and squeezed hers back. He bent down and kissed her ear, whispering, "It will be all right, Isabel. What is wrong? I've never seen you so nervous before." He took both her hands in his, and rubbed tehm, warming them up. He kissed her lightly on the nose, then let go of her hands.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, ready to steady her and escort her in when the door opened and they were invited inside. He didn't hink she needed to be so nervous. Nefertiti wasn't that imposing. True, she had a regal air, but so did Isabel. For Nefertiti, it was from years of being Queen. For Isabel, it was from years as the King's mistress. One was a bit less respectable, but both gave the woman regal bearing and strong confidence. [/size][/center] |
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Post by nefertiti on Jan 4, 2007 18:58:32 GMT -5
A knock at the door drew Nefertiti's attention, as she held up a finger to Marcel and dismissed a servant, insisting she answer the door herself. She had liked waiting on herself better. She felt she had more control over things. She wasn't one to sit on cushions her whole long life. No fun in that.
"Ah. Welcome! No need to be nervous," she said, with a wink at Isabel, as she gently squeezed Carlisle's hand in greeting.
"Come in, please. I've had the pleasure of meeting Carlistle. You must be Isabel?" she asked, leading them into the sitting room where Marcel was lounging.
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Post by isabelsalisbury on Jan 6, 2007 13:54:23 GMT -5
Isabel's breath caught in her throat as she caught her first glimpse of the Egyptian queen. She took a few deep breaths and answered in a shaky voice, "Yes, I am. A pleasure to meet you, Your highness." She did a small curtsy, to show her respect, then walked into the apartment.
She stood in the center of the room, not knowing where to sit. Every surface was covered in artifacts from Egypt. "I love the artifacts. They are amazing." She dropped Carlisle's hand and walked over to a bookshelf, examining the mirror in the shape of an Ankh lying on a shelf. Amazing, she thought. [/size][/center] |
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Post by nefertiti on Jan 6, 2007 16:27:06 GMT -5
"Your Highness? Oh, there is no need for such cordiality in my household," she said, waving a hand.
She did appreciate her attempt to be respectful, but Nefertiti was a rather modest woman. She was a great Queen in her time, and still a queen in her own right but she didn't need people bowing at her feet and addressing her as if she were the creator of everything. She appreciated it, and once someone expressed such respect one time, it was no longer necessary.
"Oh, I'm glad you like them. Indeed, I do count myself among them..." she said, with a smug chuckle. "But please, another time you must come sit with me and I'll tell you of them, they come with fascinating stories. Do sit," she said, patting a chair, a lovely scarlet one with gold embroidery.
"I know not if either of you have had the pleasure of meeting Marcel Vindemiatrix, a friend of mine," she said, lightly gesturing towards Marcel.
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Post by carlisletruax on Jan 7, 2007 20:35:28 GMT -5
Carlisle took a seat on the couch, on the opposite side of the man sitting there, who he assumed was Marcel. He held out his hand to shake hands with him. Having made the proper introductions, he turned to Nefertiti. "Isabel and I had this wonderful idea that we were discussing on teh way over here. Well, I don't know about you, but Isabel and I still have a few our old clothes from when we were human. We thought that perhaps we could all get together and have a party where we all wear our old human clothes. Surely you still have a few of your gowns, yes?" He looked at Marcel and Nefertiti, to see if they looked agreeable to this plan. [/size][/center] |
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Post by marcel on Jan 9, 2007 18:35:42 GMT -5
Marcel has been merely relaxing when he heard Nefertiti, along with the unrecognized voices of two others in her company. He rose and they walked near, wondering who on earth had welcomed themselves in addition, or had unlike him, been formally invited. He stood, until the two guests sat down. He guessed they were a couple, a fair looking lad and a rather radiant girl.
"I know not if either of you have had the pleasure of meeting Marcel Vindemiatrix, a friend of mine."
As the man held out his hand, Marcel gratefully shook it rather hartily, making a proper greeting. The man introduced himself as Carlisle. He took Isabel's hand, and kissed it, as was proper. He knew, although it wasn't her custom, that Nefertiti adored it when people followed the old ways.
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," he replied, turning to Carlisle has he made a proposition.
"Isabel and I had this wonderful idea that we were discussing on the way over here. Well, I don't know about you, but Isabel and I still have a few our old clothes from when we were human. We thought that perhaps we could all get together and have a party where we all wear our old human clothes. Surely you still have a few of your gowns, yes?"
Marcel stood up, and clapped his hands, obviously excited. "That's a brilliant idea. I've been tossing that idea around in my head for decades now. I know I have a few dress clothes hidden away. They're good for renaissance faires, eh?" he said, with a wink at no one in particular.
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Post by isabelsalisbury on Jan 9, 2007 21:20:48 GMT -5
Isabel smiled and added, "Yes. I have quite a few of my nicest gowns and jewels hidden away in an old trunk somwhere. They're just sitting there rotting, becuase I have no use for them right now. I have a few other friends who are interested. Perhaps we could reserve a ballroom for a night, or somesuch. I'd be willing to pitch to pay the fee- we all could." She looked around to see if her idea was being well received. [/color][/size] OOC: I could start up the thread for that, once we've agreed on details ;D and I'll invite a couple other people- if they're okay with you |
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Post by nefertiti on Jan 13, 2007 12:51:13 GMT -5
"Renaissance faires..." she said, with a small laugh.
She thought it was fascinating to picture Marcel at a Renaissance Faire, seducing any fair maiden who was wooed by his not only picturesque medieval 'acting' skills but his handsome face. If she was a young, stupid girl, she knew she'd let him blind her for a few moments.
She turned to Isabel, as she spoke of renting a ballroom. She tried to think of anyone who had a ballroom, as some vampires were very wealthy. It was easy to acquire such wealth in so long a period of time. Although Nefertiti's flat was large, she saved her money for traveling and things she enjoyed. She was rather rich.
"Oh, I have an idea. Sebastian Lacroix has a rather elegant ballroom, he held a ball there not long ago. Perhaps we can speak with him?" she proposed.
She was honestly rather confident that Lacroix would accept the proposal; he was always one to preserve the old ways, and a fabulous dancer so she was told.
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Post by carlisletruax on Jan 16, 2007 20:04:42 GMT -5
"I am sure he would be happy to lend us his ballroom for our ball. Isabel and I are members of Rose Rogue with him. We could speak with him next time there is a formal meeting, I suppose. He could be invited as well... I am sure that he has something to wear." Carlisle laughed. He watched Isabel wandering around, examining the artifacts.
"Isabel, dear, please do have a seat and take a part in the conversation. You are being so anti-social. Have you any ideas about your great party?" He looked at her expectantly. Then an idea struck him. "Ah, yes! I remeber now! I know of a woman, Eviene Agar- perhaps you have heard of her, no? She owns a large estate on the outskirts of the city with an emormous ballroom. But we don't have to ask her, just another option if something with Sebastion diesn't work out..." [/center][/size] |
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Post by marcel on Jan 20, 2007 14:28:11 GMT -5
OOC: How convenient. I also play Monsieur Lacroix!
"I am sure he would be happy to lend us his ballroom for our ball. Isabel and I are members of Rose Rogue with him. We could speak with him next time there is a formal meeting, I suppose. He could be invited as well... I am sure that he has something to wear."
Marcel nodded, quite slowly at first, letting the whole idea sink in to him. How interesting! He was silently surprised that no one had thought of it before. Of course, he had been to balls, Lacroix was quite famous for throwing them, but they were never so themed as they were suggesting. He was sure Sebastian would adore the idea, and actually excused himself for a moment to use the phone.
He rang Sebastian, who he thought to be a rather fascinating creature, and posed the question. Lacroix, after some explaining agreed to the idea, but requested a visit at his mansion sometime during the week to workout the details. He seemed like quite the perfectionist.
"Monsieur Lacroix has agreed, but he requests we pay him a visit to assure the details..." he said, mocking Sebastian's smooth, non-chaulant voice.
He sat back down, and watched Isabel for a moment. She was obviously enthralled, she must have been a great lover of Egypt. He wasn't always such a history buff, but Nefertiti's collection was quite interesting. He always hoped she might bring him to Egypt.
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Post by isabelsalisbury on Jan 23, 2007 19:45:45 GMT -5
OOC: Realy?? That's great! (and funny  ) Isabel laughed. "That's just like him, wanting to plan everything out. I'll gather up a few of the older vampires around here, the ones who have some experience." She grinned wickedly. "Anyone else you want to invite will be welcome, of course, but please none younger than two hundred. We don't want our party getting spoiled by babies." Allowing youngsters to come to the ball would ruin it for sure.
She smiled at Carlisle, feeling very excited. She was bursting with energy, ready to jump up and start planning the details, inviting friends. This is going to be so fun.... she thought, sounding just like a little girl having a big birthday party. She realized this and laughed at herself, then set about making mental lists of everything she would have to get done. "Obviously I will be the party planner, and if anyone wants to help me they would be welcome. I will meet with Sebastion before our main meeting, and then we will be a little more prepared when we have a big meeting with all of you." She smiled radiantly at Marcel and Nefertiti. [/center][/size] |
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