Claude Delacroix
Did you really think that we would ever let you go?
All that you love shall become shadow. All that you see shall become death.
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Post by Claude Delacroix on Dec 19, 2012 22:24:20 GMT -5
Claude had begun to wonder what the hell was wrong with him!? Why did he sign that damn list? Why?? He had started pacing about the basement, running his fingers through his hair, and growling in angry tones. This was madness! Madness!! "Damn the pagan who invented this holiday! We despise it!!" He gave up and leaned back against the wall, sighing heavily.
What did Claude want?.... More than anything, he wanted Teressa. He wanted her to be his bride, to live with him forever as his Queen of Hell. There was something about her that he so painfully loved. He closed his eyes and sighed again. "We wish...." He paused and looked down at the floor. "We wish that we could be shown a little kindness. Just a little. Even if not from our beautiful Teressa, just to be acknowledged, a kind word.... That is all we want."
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Dec 21, 2012 0:09:44 GMT -5
Roselin spun around in the halls, wearing a green and red scarf that she wore every Christmas time since her mother gave it to her just the year before she died. It fit her perfectly now, when before, it had been way to long, though she always and will forever love it. The little blonde wondered what she would get this Christmas, having signed up for that random Secret Santa. And who would have gotten her? She smiled.
She then leaned against the wall and began to wonder aloud. "Hmm... what on earth do I want anyways?" Perhaps, her father to come back? No... that wouldn't happen. See her mother and brother again? Even more impossible... What about something simple. Something anyone could give? "What about.... a dance?" Roselin giggled. If it was another girl, a silly dance would do. And if a gentlemen, well, a more formal dance would be nice but either way, a dance would be fun. "Yes... I think a small little dance will just due for me this Christmas..." She said as she continued to skip down the hall.
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Erik Carriere
For I am blackness itself...
"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Dec 21, 2012 1:06:15 GMT -5
Erik laid in bed, starring restlessly up at the ceiling. His wide blue eyes looked on, feeling like an insomniac, tired but so restless, and what for? He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Why had he signed up on the secret Santa anyways? Suppose it just wasn't one of his best ideas, but it was too late now. What would anyone want to give him anyways... what was it that he would want?
He reopened his eyes... maybe a kiss? No. The last one he had kissed was his Christine... the first one... lord, had that already been months? That one rainy day? He closed his eyes again. Perhaps something simple... something that can actually be wrapped. He smirked... what would he get. What could he possibly want that just anyone could give? He then smirked and answered it, just as a little whisper into the atmosphere around him. " A top hat... I want a top hat... just like every normal man." He then closed his eyes, and was finally able to fall asleep.
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Post by Madam Leona on Dec 21, 2012 2:39:37 GMT -5
Madam Leona sat... and sat... and sat for quite some time in the quite night of the library. She thought, and though, well- what do ghosts get for Christmas. Many Christmases had gone by, bored and depressed. Perhaps not this year... in fact, she knew that this year was going to be much different! After all, it wasn't every Christmas that she ever became a Secret Santa. She chuckled at the thought.
Leona then suddenly got an idea. "Well, after all, I am a writer and a reader. It would be just splendid if my secret Santa happened to think up of some journal or book to give, I would be so ever please." She thought delightedly. Then again, if they knew she was a ghost, would they really what to give her a journal, she could still write, thought it was harder when you are dead, but still possible. Either way, it would be nice to have something to write or read in this Christmas.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 21, 2012 18:17:08 GMT -5
Aimeric was sitting, trying to think of what he would like for Christmas. He sighed as he sat, tapping his chin. He was so used to being alone and just buying stuff for himself on Christmas that he didn't even know what he wanted. An idea popped into his mind, and then another, and another. He couldn't decide which one though... "Which one, which oneee..." He mumbled. And then he decided.
He made a decision hesitantly, not sure if it was truly what he wanted. But without it, he would lead a miserable life. "I want a friend for Christmas. ~Aimeric" He wrote on a slip of paper, then set it down on the table next to his couch in the library, hoping someone would find it.
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