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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 12, 2012 19:51:59 GMT -5
Aimeric had been riding his horse through the village, where he rarely went. He was having a rather good day, for a reason that was unknown. Perhaps just the first snowfall of the year rose his spirits a bit. He hopped off of his horse with a small splash as his shoes made contact with the mud. He put his horse in the stables, then cracked his neck before heading inside, flopping his gloves off of his hands. He looked over, and noticed a bulletin board. "Secret Santa, eh..?" He said quietly to himself, taking a further look as he hung his jacket up.
"Well what's in it for me? None of these people particularly care about me, so why should I give anybody a gift? What the hell would I even get them? A rock? Yes, a pet rock named Sandy. Sounds suitable." He scoffed before continuing to look at the list with a curious eye. He rubbed his chin, thinking for a few moments before sighing heavily, picking up a fountain pen and signing it. "God only knows I will regret this." He threw the pen back where it was, a loud 'klunk' echoing through-out the manor. He gave the list one more glance before he walked off, ready to cross his name off of the list.
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Mister Y
Ten long years... living a mere facade of life...
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Post by Mister Y on Dec 13, 2012 16:48:47 GMT -5
Erik had been traipsing around outside the manor for quite some time, looking for a out of this godforsaken manor for himself and Christine Emilie. In the process, he'd had to avoid a few people, and for one second, he'd thought that a tall blonde girl would discover him lurking in the trees. Thankfully, she'd passed on without any notice. He hadn't found anything for hours, and he was freezing, so he decided to go back inside.
On his way back through the door, he noticed something that he hadn't on his way out: A notice board. He went over to it, reading the little notice pinned to the board. "Secret Santa," it was called...Interesting thought, to be honest. He could give a gift to someone and receive on, all anonymously. It seemed like something he might enjoy!
Picking up the little pen to the side of the notice, he signed his stage name, "Mister Y," on the line beneath some Aimeric fellow. After scrawling his untidy signature, he let the pen go and shuffled inside, tramping the snow from his feet. God, it was getting colder and colder, it seemed...
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Dec 13, 2012 19:30:34 GMT -5
Alfred was getting ready for one of his walks, which he took nearly every day, rain, shine, snow, wind, or indeed any type of weather. He was getting bored with life in the manor; not enough to do. He had washed Master Raoul's clothing, shined his boots and arranged his suite nicely. He had done the same for his own suite. He had helped with the Christmas preparations, which certainly was a cheery note in his boring days. He also had hoped to see Madam Leona, but unfortunately she had not been about. He missed taling to her.
Christine Svenna had mentioned that both she and Master Raoul had jobs in the village. Since Alfred was not much needed to be Master Raoul's valet or personal servant anymore, Alfred had started thinking about procuring a job himself, in the village. He would be able to speak with more people, as many at the mansion were either very busy or very reclusive.
The snow was coming down in big soft fluffy flakes. It looked quite beautiful on the ground, the trees and the various parts of the mansion itself. As Alfred exited into the garden area, he saw a large bulletin board near the door. There was a lone notice on it. He came closer to read it and pulled out his spectacles from his inner coat pocket. The notice spoke of a Secret Santa event. Alfred had not heard of such a thing, but it sounded interesting. An anonymous gift exchange. Alfred was not sure if he would be allowed to participate in the event, considering that he was a servant, but when he thought about it, he really was on his own, as far as that went. If he procured a job in the village, he would no longer be a servant, although, should Master Raoul need him, he would be quick to respond.
Alfred pulled out his beautiful fountain pen which Master Raoul had given him for Christmas two years ago. He knew it was quite expensive, and the gift from his employer was much appreciated. Alfred signed his name, capped the pen, put it back in his pocket with his spectacles and started his walk.
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Post by King William Leverich II on Dec 15, 2012 0:19:45 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • •Hey everyone, it's Gabby here! ALL notifications have been sent. All of your characters' drawings are in one account, which is indicated in a list bellow. Now, when I say "drawings," perhaps that's a loose term. These were chosen by me (and my small Phantom knowledge) so that most people do not have two of the same PLAYER for their characters. However two people do anyways, simply due to the large number of characters certain people have and so it was nearly unavoidable, which I apologize for. Additionally, they were chosen with either really diabolical or fluffy or comical intent: I chose things that I thought would be fun! But don't worry, I know none of your characters very well so it's still random, in a way? Hope you guys are all happy with your character's names and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
The thread will be up real soon, Leffie says!
PMS:
Leffie's notification is sent to Erik's account.
Rachael's to Erik Lenoir
Adina's to Adina
Lady B's to Ana
Kristine's to Christine Daee
Meg's to Erik's
Alexandria's to Aimeric's
Alice's to Carlotta's
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template by ROCKIE @ ATF.\
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