dragonqueen

Simona watches the action from her chair and shakes her head with contempt. Rising gracefully, the Italian woman stands in order to better emphasize her point. "Boys, boys. Is this really the time or place? If you absolutely must continue your quarrel, you can take it outside - after we finish in here. I know we're all used to playing rough, but I think it would be reasonable to put aside our differnces and discuss this." Simona pauses, waiting to see who's listening. "Personally, I'm with Mickey. None of us are gentle people, and it's ridiculous to ask us to trust each other and collaborate. But I don't believe it necessary to be so antagonistic. I'm willing to leave it at this: the rest of you can do whatever you want regarding working together, but I don't particularly want a part in it. You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone." Finishing her small speech, Simona sits down and picks up her wine glass. Her nonchalant manner indicates this meeting is simply an inconvience to her. She takes an elegant sip and glances around the room.

This is a cool idea. I wish I had some poem to post here, but at the moment, my muse is on vacation. Which is why I have a first line and nothing else. 'I just want to be inspired'

Simona 'Da Vinci' Ciotti Italian Mafia. Got her nickname because she makes her money off art crimes. Not necessarily Da Vinci, but she's not picky about details. In particular, Simona passes off forgeries as originals. Her most common strategy is reinventing an insignificant dead streetrat as a recently deceased wealthy private collector who left their collection to Simona to dispose of; also, she occasionally sells 'original' prelimenary sketches of relatively well-known artists. But Simona's biggest crime? She stole the Scream. This being her first art theft, however, she's not on the suspect list.

I'm in, but give me a bit of time on the character.

Preceded by a large amount of black smoke billowing through the doors and a scattering of pomegranate seeds, Dq glides into the ball room. This rather impressive entrance is marred when the lady collides with a potted plant sitting innocently near the entrance. Stumbling backwards, Dq puts a hand to her forehead and winces. She adjusts her costume, removing several of the heavy black veils which had obscured her vision. Glancing around, Dq follows everyone's gaze and sees the potted plant, now lieing shattered upon the floor. She moves in front of it, and with a smile says "Pomegranate, anyone?"

I will be coming as Dq. She's one of those starving artist types, costumed as Persphone.

What I would do if it weren't for my mother... Super spiffy poem. Expresses the emotions of so many siblings worldwide, I'm sure. Personally, mine drive me insane, and you've captured the feeling well.

I'm in for the party and the werewolf game.

Allison receives the news of Amelia's death with tears and anxiety. Silence looks on beside her. The second death she's seen in two days... Oh, Lord. Poor Amelia. Why do these evil witches plague us? We are a God-fearing town... Her thoughts troubled, Allison turns and leads Silence away from the scene. Such a good girl...so innocent. Praying for us all, like a guardian angel. And these witches want to take that from her? No. As long as I breath, they won't touch a hair on her head...

Allison stands protectively by her daughter. She frowns when Silence asks her question. "Goodwife Bones? Silence, she's not even near you. How could she possibly do anything to make you feel bad from there?" "No, Mother, I mean..." Silence begins to answer, but Allison cuts her off. Quietly, for only Silence to hear, Allison says "You meant nothing. Dear, you must do nothing, say nothing except love of God until the trial has passed. Even innocent words can be misinterpreted." Allison puts an arm around Silence's shoulders, and looks up. She knows the women are whispering and suspecting. How could they blame Silence? My darling...she's too young, too innocent. She loves the Lord as much as I do. What foul witch among us has twisted their hearts that they believe Silence would do such a thing? The trial has left its mark on all of us, and it's not over yet. But maybe if they satsify their bloodlust with someone else, we will be safe. They say maybe Silence, maybe Goodwife Bones. Oh Lord, protect us all..." OOC: Sorry for lack of posting. I've been sadly lacking in inspiration... I vote [Eyremoon--Samantha Bones].

I present, for your inspection, two acrostics and two rather long ramblings... Mesmerizing sphere Of silver light Or pocked chunk of Noxious cheese? *** Body's tears Life's feed Of the body Of life Death's revival. *** Help me. I'm drowning. Can't you see me? I'm sinking deeper and deeper. No one's here to save me. Help me. My lungs are filling up with water. Help me. Be my savior. Why... won't... you... help... me? I'm drowning... *** Each foot step takes a lifetime. My body is heavy with weariness. I am so cold. The wind is a whip of ice, lashing me 1000 times. Sleep closes my eyes. I long to sleep. It has been days since last I slept. But I cannot rest. If I stop, I will not wake up. I will freeze, and die In blissful sleep. I must go on. This icy hell cannot last forever. A stranger walks out of the white. He stands before me. "Sleep, and I will guard you." An angel has come to save me. I sink to the ground where I stand. Before I hit the snow I am asleep. I feel strong, warm arms encircle me. Protecting me from the elements. Blissful sleep... I rouse, and yawn. I am cold. Snow dusts my shoulders. Icicles cling in my hair. My angel is gone. But when I sleep, I am safe.

Wow, this is really great! Lovely, concise expressions, nice rhymes and rythyms, great subject...this poem's got it all.

That's an awesome poem. My life feels like that sometimes...pointless, meaningless. You've got a nice rhyme thing going too. The only part I didn't care for was this line. That seemed a little sudden, and it sounds like a death wish. A bit dark for the rest of the poem, I thought. Anyway, I love this poem, and at this time it really relates to my life...

I'm in, and I will gladly be assigned a role.

Adelaide looks at them. They think I did it...I can see it in their eyes. I'm alone. No one in this world would support me...except maybe Anne. If she were here. It's coming back to haunt me... "I guess...I can't blame you for not trusting me. But, please, let's not turn on each other, as Anna and Luke said. Anna, you can help by believing me." Adelaide stares at the faces watching her. A tear trickles down her cheek. They'll condemn me...just like I did to Anne. What have I done? Anne...Anne if you were here everything would be different. Forgive me... Adelaide turns away, wiping away a tear. She whispers, mainly talking to herself. "Oh lord, what will become of me? How could I do it? How could I kill my only sister? Please, be kind, be good to me, gentle folk. I killed my sister, but I was wrong. I killed the only person who will always stand by me. Don't treat me as I did her, please! I did not kill her!" Adelaide's voice grows louder as she pleads with them. She sniffs, still crying. God help me...justice indeed if they accuse me. But if I did not kill her, who did? Tom...last to see her, the least suspectible...they poisoned her fiance. Did not the other gentleman drink poison? OOC: Vahktang/Tom Baker

Adelaide's face pales when she sees Victoria. "Another death, so soon? How much longer do we have?" She observes Tom's reaction. "And now my dear, my love, my...Victoria is dead." Suddenly the equality of hits Adelaide. Dead...one life for another. But only God has the right to deal out justice like that. Not some twisted mysterious Mr. Kant... "Yes, I killed my sister, but we had a long, troubled history. And killing her was no thrill. What sort of person would get a thrill from killing their only sister? I assure you, I had no hand in Victoria's untimely death. And I have never met Mr. Kant in my life, but I suspect he is insane." Adelaide says it quietly, not wanting to draw attention to Tom's words, but feeling she must say something. Adelaide shakes her head and starts for the hall. I must get out of this mad house...

Adelaide repeats it to herself silently. It's over. Other matters are at hand now, and she pushes it out of her mind. Listening, she is pleased to hear Anna remember the lighthouse, and stays quiet, as things progress. About to argue with Victoria, Adelaide hesitates. Who is Mr. Kant, and what is his purpose? From what has happened, it appears Mr. Kant wishes to kill them all, out of justice. But who is Mr. Kant, to deal out justice? Well, a life for a life. That is a sort of justice. Feeling that to pursue the mystery would not be wise, nor safe, Adelaide sets down her glass. "I do believe Victoria, if I may call you that, is correct. Obviously Mr. Kant is intent on dealing out 'justice', and this means killing us all in retribution for whatever death we have caused. We must get to the lighthouse, and it is a wise idea to go together."

Adelaide looks at Anna, and she steps back once more. "You didn't know my sister. She was my sister, but I honestly thought I hated her. The world should be thanking me for killing her..." Adelaide stops talking, as she realizes she is telling everything to a stranger, but her thoughts continue. That was the only violence I ever showed towards her, and it wasn't even direct. She was far more violent. She cursed me, she twisted my words, she blamed me. Because I was an angel. That was what she said. How wrong she was. I am no angel, but I tried. I really did, but I can only try so hard. Who could blame me?... Adelaide's tears dry, and she sniffs. Others don't see it that way, but they never have. It doesn't matter anymore, though. "It's over...

Um, what exactly are we voting on again?

Adelaide's mind flashes back to the memory, and she realizes the unseen voice has found a technicality Adelaide never thought of. I was responsible...but I did not kill her. I did not plan it, I did not set it up, I did not set out with intention to kill her...all I did was walk away. I seized the oppurtunity and let her die. Adelaide begins to tremble. "No..." she whispers. "I killed her! I did! She died because of me! It was up to me, and I made the decision she should die! I killed her. I killed my sister. Me, and nobody else..." Tears run down Miss Welsh's face, as she assures herself of a truth she has always accepted as true. The thought that perhaps Anne's death was an accident is simply unbearable. All these years, Adelaide had taken pride in her kill, in her initiative...

Adelaide's eyes widen in shock, but she quickly recovers. She notes that it appears, if this voice is to be believed, she is in the company of murderers. I knew there was something a bit off about this... Lifting her chin, Adelaide addresses her own accusation. Funny, she thinks. I thought that was taken care of. Anybody who could possibly care is dead...so why does this voice bring it up? Justice? Please, there's not a creature on this planet that has nothing to answer to. Besides, we're all better off without her. "So what if I did kill her? Everything was better when she was gone. You didn't know her. You didn't have to live with her." Having made her quiet statement, Adelaide returns to silence. Of course, in killing her, I also scared away my parents, and deprived myself of their love. Oh well. Everything has a price, and no price was too high to pay for her death. Listening to other comments, Adelaide wonders why these people were chosen. Justice? Seems like some of these people's remorse would be justice enough. Abruptly Adelaide's thoughts come to a stop. Oh my god. I was responsible for her death.

Adelaide ate dinner alone, sitting a bit away from everyone else. It was a bit of a habit of her's. She watched the others eat, fixing names and faces in her mind. Mildly she wondered what the schedule would be. Addy let out a small sigh. These parties had the potential to be exhausting. Perhaps hours of being social and looking like she was interested... Anne would have sparkled in this situation. She lived to be a social butterfly. Of course, her exquisite manners never extended to her family. Adelaide began to frown, then smiled. Anne didn't matter, now. Addy relaxed, and enjoyed dinner. Adelaide thought ahead to after the meal. She would return to her room, and perhaps do some reading. Remembering her room, Adelaide recalled that it seemed especially luxurious. She wondered a bit why she had one of the best rooms, but didn't worry too much about it. Addy put it down to her financial status. It was amazing what wealth could buy you. Among other things, independence. Finishing her meal, Miss Welsh rose and returned to her room. She picked up a book, but somehow she wasn't interested in it. Looking around a bit, she unpacked her brushes and paints.

Adelaide is a bit startled when it appears her thoughts were off target. She didn't pride herself on being a particularly fine judge of people, but she never severely misjudged. Miss Welsh's slip of composure does not reveal itself as anything more than perhaps a slight widening of her eyes behind the glass. Addy looks to the water again, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. **Later** Addy set her bags down in her room and looked around. Eyeing the nursery rhyme on the wall, she frowned. Niggers...such a dirty word The rhyme seems to have an ominous air, and, remembering what the captain said about the lighthouse, Adelaide shivers. For the first time she wonder what she might have gotten herself into.

Adelaide watched the other passengers arrive from behind her shades. She loved how none of them could see her eyes. It gave her a certain air, she thought. Not bothering to introduce herself, Addy didn't think any of her companions seemed exceptionally interesting, except for perhaps Claudia. Hearing Luke's comment to Mr. Horton - "Sir, Shall I address you as Mr. Horton, or by a more familiar name?" - she raised an eyebrow. What was that? Apparently those two had a history. Adelaide narrowed her eyes. I"ll bet he thinks he's clever..., she thought. There's no reason for him to show up and act like that...but perhaps he already knows Mr. Baker and Mr. Horton...I doubt it... With half an ear to the conversation happening around her, Adelaide let her attention drift. Briefly she wondered if she should bother to introduce herself, but dismissed it as too much of an effort. Instead, Miss Welsh studied the water, speculating on the best way to capture it on paper.

Adelaide stepped onto the boat, on time as usual. She flashed a quick smile at the captain, and took a seat near the edge. Folding her long legs under her, she turned her face to the sea. Addy loved the sea. She smiled briefly. Her parents and sister had enjoyed the sea shore too. It was one of the few things they all had in common. Drifting back to the event at hand, Adelaide glanced over at the other occupant of the boat. She sniffed. The woman looked like the type Addy loved to hate. It would give her something to do, at least. Bored, Addy sighed and looked out to sea again. She ran her fingers through her hair and attempted to look mildly pleasent, then gave it up. Rummaging around in the large black messenger bag at her side, Adelaide pulled out a pair of cat's eye sunglasses. Settling them on her nose, she settled for a suggestion of a smile and relaxed. First impressions were so important, and mantaining her eccentric appearence and reputation was vital to Miss Welsh.