lyddietalise
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 14:46:44 GMT -5
Her body shook in the corner as she thought of what could possibly was going on. She had gone mad. Yes! Clearly that was the answer to her problem. This was why nothing made sense. This was why she found herself in the manor. This was why she was now in the home of a stranger. Nothing was safe anymore. Her own mind was no longer safe. As Aimeric placed his hand on her shoulder she jumped and began to panic. Someone was trying to kill her or scare her. If that was the plan, it was working. Perhaps one of her assassination assignments had a family member who knew who she was and had plotted against her.
But how would that explain the other's? How would that explain their equal confusion and their questions and their uncertainty? They couldn't all have made enemies like she had. It was impossible. So many things didn't make sense, but she couldn't go mad, not just yet. Lydia tried to keep calm and took long deep breaths. Turning to look at Aimeric, she sighed heavily. "....1868." She answered slowly. What was the point in asking? Though she was as scared as could be, Lydia's eyes were fierce and ready to show her fighting side.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 14:56:01 GMT -5
He was taken back, and took a hand off of her shoulder. "I-I...What? That's impossible...I was born in 1990...I'm twenty-two years old..And...If you were born in 1868, that would mean that you're one hundred and fourty-four years old...You're in the year 2012..." He explained to her slowly, in shock. 'How is this possible? Is there something wrong with her...?' He thought to himself.
He had no explanation for this...It was impossible! Things like this didn't happen. They just didn't. He had a worried look on his face, because, well frankly he was really worried for her. He needed to figure things out, because right now, nothing made sense.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 15:56:03 GMT -5
She shook her head frantically. "N-No...that can not be...I'm nineteen, monsieur. I was born in December of 1868 in San Juan, Puerto Rico....I-If this is some sort of joke it is not funny." Lydia mumbled with a shaky voice. She tried to get up from her spot in the corner and tried to put more of her weight on her uninjured angle for a moment. None of this was making mistakes. She was hoping to find answers in this village but only found more questions. Stepping over Aimeric she limped slightly with her bandaged angle before trying to leave. "I-I don't know why you brought me here...I don't know what it is you want...But I know that this is no longer funny..."
She tried to stay calm but ended up backing into the television. Lydia jumped and screamed in that moment before running out of Aimeric's house in complete and total fear. Where would she go? If she went back to the manor she would surely die of starvation or would be raped by some insane mad man like Alexander. If she wandered about this village someone would surely make everything worse. She slipped and fell into muddy ground where she laid there crying. When it began to rain, she grew more upset. She wasn't sure she wanted answers anymore. She just wanted to be safe. She wanted the chance to find love and settle down. She wanted the chance to dance again. She wanted her life back.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 16:04:29 GMT -5
"Lydia, wait!" He called out to her as she ran out the door. He went outside, and looked around for her. "L-Lydia! I'm not playing a joke on you, I swear! I'm just as confused as you are!" He said to her as soon as he found her outside. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not, I'm simply just not going to! The only thing I want from you is friendship. I-I wasn't looking for anything else..."
He looked down, and blushed. He always ruined everything. "I can never do anything right..." He mumbled. This was tearing him apart. He wanted answers, but he especially wanted to help her. "I just want to help you...I'm not going to harm you..." He mumbled. His day was going well, but then he made the mistake of pulling out that damned technology.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 16:53:12 GMT -5
On the ground, she looked up at the sky and prayed, once more, to a God she did not believe in that he would strike her with lightening. She did not wish to live if it meant knowing that death was evident, either way. She had looked forward to so much in her life, yet had not taken the chances to find them or move ahead. Lydia had never accomplished her desire to become prima ballerina. No one had ever heard her sing. She never met someone special. Was she meant to die her now?
"How can you help me?!" She yelled in frustration. "How?! I have no idea how I came to this place...I have no idea why I'm here or how to leave....And now you tell me that the year is 2012?" She hugged herself to keep warm and shivered a bit. Things were getting to be more and more difficult as the time passed. She needed to find an escape. She needed to get away. But as she knew, there was no way out.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 17:58:19 GMT -5
Tears began to stream down his face. This was all so frustrating. How was he going to help her? How? "I don't know, okay?! Would you rather I leave? Because then you would be stuck here, and then there would be nobody for you, and you would stay here, confused as hell! If you come stay with me, at least there's some sort of hope! At least there's some chance that I can figure out how to help you! Because chances are if I leave you here, you'll never figure it out!" He fell to the ground, and sat there, beginning to cry.
Aimeric could never do anything right. His mother was right, he was a failure. No wonder he had barely any friends. No wonder he had never had his first kiss, or a girlfriend. Never. And his hopes for becoming a famous theatre actor? He could just throw that in the garbage. If he couldn't accomplish the simple things in life, then how was he supposed to rise up from minor roles to major roles in musicals? He was never going to rise up, he was never going to feel the fame he had longed for and dreamed of for years.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 19:05:00 GMT -5
When he yelled about not knowing how to help her she flinched and backed up slightly. It wasn't until she saw the he was crying that she finally realized Aimeric was just trying to help. His words wrapped around her mind over and over. Yes, she did honestly wish to stay there and not have help, but she did not want to give up on finding her way back home. She didn't want to give up on her dreams or her hopes. Still, how could she accept his help? If this were true that she were somehow in the year 2012 how would she be able to handle something like that?
Lydia was used to the ways of the 19th century. She did not know anything about technology, much less how to be around it. She wondered if whatever have brought her here wanted her to have a fresh start. Could she do that? Could she truly move forward and take in this lifestyle? "I....I..." She couldn't find her voice and tried to swallow back the lump in her throat. "I don't want to stay here to die..." But she couldn't get up on her feet. The ill fitting dress she was was now muddy beyond coompare and her ankle was swelling from under the bandage. "I will accept your help.."
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 19:26:09 GMT -5
He took deep breathes, trying to calm down. When he heard her speak, he lifted his head, and wiped his tears away. He smiled lightly. "Great." Was all he could think of saying. He was actually ecstatic, though. He just wasn't showing that he was thrilled. "Let's go back inside.." He got up, and smiled a little as he led her back in. "Oh, the pizza's ready." He grabbed it out of the oven, and put it on the stove top to let it cool down.
He noticed how dirty her dress had gotten, and felt bad. "Would you like to borrow some of my clothing? It might be a bit big on you, but I foresee it being comfier than what you're wearing now. I can also throw that in the washe-Clean the dress for you." He had to avoid mentioning modern things as much as possible before he freaked her out even more. That was definitely the last thing he wanted to do. He didn't want a repeat of what just happened a couple minutes ago.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 20:08:40 GMT -5
She tried to smile when he did but she couldn't find a way to do that. "I-inside?" She said through her teeth chattering. Lydia helped herself up as best she could and sighed heavily when he led her back inside. "I...forgot about the pizza..." She mumbled. Instead of going inside, Lydia stood in the door way. She was soaked to the bone. It would have been very rude of her to track dirt and mud in this strangers house when he was offering to help her. She just couldn't do it. As she stood in the door way she wondered what other technologies lay about in this odd fantasy-like world. What more was there to learn?
When he asked if she would like to borrow his clothing she began to wonder if that were lady-like. Not many people back home would accept something like that. Then again, she wasn't home. "Well I-...If you insist..." She couldn't really stay in her cold muddy dress. She smiled when he offered to clean her dress and found that to be a very sweet and gentle offer. "I must thank you for the immense kindness you are showing me." Her voice was soft yet shaken from the cold she was feeling in the breeze of the outdoors.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 20:24:08 GMT -5
"Oh, please, don't stand out in the cold. I could care less about a dirty floor, as long as you're alright." He smiled lightly, and offered her a hand to help her inside. "And really, it's nothing. No need to thank me for anything." He smiled slightly. 'Good, things are back on track.' He thought, very glad that everything was alright now. He really hoped that things would stay this way. He had gotten this far, he couldn't mess up now.
Meanwhile, Mosh was watching the two from the kitchen, where he was sitting on a windowsill. That cat was determined to get those two together, and he would take this to extreme measures if he had to. If he had to scratch him into making a move on her, than that's what he would do! The cat hopped off of the windowsill, and made his way over to the movies cabinet. He opened it up with his tiny paw, and pushed all of the movies out. He looked through to see which was the most romantic, and picked out 'The Notebook'. He knew Lydia wasn't familiar with modern technology, but that lady was going to deal with it, whether she liked it or not.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 20:49:43 GMT -5
"But-" She couldn't argue now because before she knew it he was already offering his hand for her to take. For a moment she looked back behind her. The storm seemed to be getting worse and she could not see the manor from this distance in the rain. When she looked at Aimeric her eyes caught his but she looked away and took his hand so they could go inside. "There's plenty to thank you for...You did not have to help me yet you did...I'm sincerely grateful.." At least for now she was. Lydia was still rather skeptical about the idea of trusting a stranger. Somehow deep down she wanted to believe she could trust anyone she came in contact with here, but all that could just go down the drain if she trusted too quickly.
As she allowed him to her inside she tried to stay off that ankle and keep calm. Things were going to get better eventually. And she'd be able to walk again without worrying about hurting herself but at this moment she couldn't even try. "Ai-Aimeric?" No. She couldn't ask him, not just yet. She decided to wait before asking for that favor. It was not her place to ask for him to do that for her when he offered to help her so much already. Eventually...someone would have to tell the other's and she could, she would.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 21:07:58 GMT -5
He went down the hall to grab her some pajamas of his so she was comfortable, but stopped himself when he heard her. "Yes, Lydia?" He asked from just outside the hall with a small smile. His eyes met hers for a moment, but he quickly stopped himself by glancing away for a moment. He looked back at her, trying to keep his cool. There was no sense in being attracted to her and getting his hopes up, because he couldn't get a girl for his life. He was terrible at that kind of stuff, so he always let it be, and let himself believe that he would be forever alone.
Mosh was busy batting his paw at the remote, trying to figure out which button turned the TV on. He finally pressed the right button, but it was an accident. He had always thought that the big red button made the TV explode, so he never pressed it. But he soon figured out that it just turned the TV on, much to his relief. He batted at the DVD player, and turned that on as well eventually, and then set everything up before grabbing 'The Notebook' DVD with his mouth, and beginning to bring it over to Aimeric.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 11, 2012 21:29:43 GMT -5
"I really can't thank you enough...There are not many people that I know would have spared me the same kindness at home..." When she mumbled those words she finally realized that what she said was true. Those who would show her kindness for far from plentiful. She was the Paris gypsy girl. She was the despicable home-wrecking whore. She was the ballet rat who avoided people out of jealousy. None of those names were true to who she was. The life she lived and who she had been was the fault of the distrust and cruelty of people. Her eyes scanned the halls for a moment and she saw Mosh but didn't ask.
Giving him a sweet smile, she tried to be polite. If he wanted to hurt her he would have done so already. Lydia remained calm and polite, he deserved that much in this moment.
She heard the sound of static, like the sound a television when it was turned on and jumped a bit. Lydia couldn't help it. She still wasn't used to any of this. Gazing down at the floor beneath her, she saw mud and water and a mess which her dress which now stuck to her skin created. "I'm so sorry about the mess I've created.." She frowned and kept her gaze on the floor. "This dress was a hand-me-down...It was my mother's...But her dresses never truly fit correctly..." The memory made her tear up. She used to sell those dresses that belonged to her mother. It was how she received clothing that fit much more to her form. "I-I can clean this for you." She offered kindly. Lydia was no long paying attention to the throbbing of her ankle underneath the bandage that was now a dirty mess as well.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 11, 2012 22:05:34 GMT -5
"No need to be sorry, really. Like I said, I could care less about a dirty floor." He said as he walked up to her with a small smile, and wiped a small blotch of mud that was on her face with his thumb. "No, no, please. Don't clean it, I can do it. " He spoke in a kind and gentle tone. "I'll go get you those clothes." He smiled, and began walking back to the hall.
Suddenly, Mosh began batting at Aimeric's leg with his paw. "What, Mosh?" He saw Mosh looking up at him with a movie in his mouth, and he picked it up. 'The Notebook'..."I-I don't think Lydia would want to watch this with me...She's not comfortable with modern things yet.." Mosh batted him with his paw again. "Alright, Alright. Lydia, would you like to watch a movie with me? It's the same thing as TV shows, but longer, and you have to put a disc in so you can see it. It's like a musical, just no singing and not on stage. It's a really good one, too. The movie's about a man who meets a girl, they're parted, she falls in love with someone else, and then he comes back and she has to choose who she wants to stay with for the rest of her life." He explained.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 12, 2012 16:38:41 GMT -5
Lydia couldn't help but feel sorry. She was taking advantage of the help he was willing to give her. She took hold of the help he was giving her and was taking too much. This wasn't who she was. The least she could do was clean up the floors for him. Even though he insisted in cleaning the floor himself, all she wished to do was show him the kindness he was showing her. She wondered why he was willing to help her. "Why?" She whispered, her eyes shifting for a moment. "Why are you helping me?" Lydia's voice grew louder this time.
When he asked her about the movie she questioned everything that had to do with technology again and grew slightly pale. For a copper skinned Italian-Puerto Rican it wasn't exactly a normal ordeal to become pale unless seriously nervous or frightened. "W-Well...I-It won't hurt me, no??" She mumbled. In a way, Lydia was curious about all of those technological machinery he had shown her. She was curious about how they all worked and what they all did. How was she to learn if she did not try to get to know the machines? Then it dawned on her. If she couldn't help him in the slightest because he wouldn't let her then the least she could do was watch the film with him. "Alright...I suppose...I-If it won't hurt me..."
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