Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 8, 2012 19:00:37 GMT -5
The sun was out but the gardens were in shambles. There were massive briers everywhere, choking the last bit of life out of any plant that tried to grow. Adina had gone outside to look at garden, hoping that someone had been taking care of it... No! No, it was terrible!! Everything was dead, no one had taken care of it after she died. But there was something there. A plant?... A peony. Not a peony! Why?! Her father would place a peony on her pillow at night before he would beat her senseless. The flower symbolized shame and anger; her was ashamed of her and hated her for being alive when her mother died.
She dropped to her knees and looked at the plant, her fingers slowly clenching into fists as she grabbed it and yanked it out violently... She screamed. She screamed and tore the flower apart, her fingers grasping for anything else she could reach.
Hot tears poured from her eyes as she collapsed beside the thorny overgrowth. She sobbed and cried, anger and fear overwhelming her. "F-Father," She whimpered, shaking as all the memories came flooding back no matter how had she tried to block them out. "Please... N-No more. Please, why do you haunt me even in death?"
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 9, 2012 23:11:54 GMT -5
The gardens were always Meg's favorite place within the manor to explore. All the flowers were beautiful and they were always organized in their own way. The sun shown down and it made Meg's hair to seem more golden than before. Her eyes closed as she felt the warmth of the sun and she wondered along the gravel. A small smile was planted upon the woman's face as she walked around. Meg looked around her surroundings and smiled at the flowers around her.
Every flower within this garden was beautiful in its own way. They seemed to tell a story and Meg understood what story it was. That is until she heard someone crying not to far off. The wind had carried her sobbing towards her and she walked over. To her amazement a young girl that she had never seen before, within the manor or back at her own world. Meg blinked for a moment and listend to what she had to say. She could relate to this. The blonde slowly walked over to her and knelt down.
"Pardon Mademoiselle..." she said softly in a light tone. Light enough to not frighten her. She remained where she was as she went down on her knees and sat next to her. Her face was filled with concern and she touched the woman's shoulder lightly. "I know I shouldn't pry but I relate to what your going through. My father too passed away when I was little. Perhaps he just wants to make sure you're alright before he goes off to the better place?" she questioned in a helpful maner. Meg sighed and looked at the girl and said nothing for a moment. "Its there anything I could help you with?" she asked suddenly looking at her with a gentle smile.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 10, 2012 19:57:58 GMT -5
The unfamiliar hand upon Adina's shoulder made her jump. She bolted up and looked at the teenager before quickly disappearing. She kept hidden for a moment before coming to realize that the girl wasn't going to harm her. She reappeared and lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I'm just not really used to mortals seeing me, I suppose." She wiped her eyes and sniffed... The pain returned to her dead heart again and she clutched her chest, head still lowered.
"Help? No... No one can help me. I'm a lost soul trapped here without a real place of my own. My father is not someone I like to talk about. He was a very malevolent man who hurt and abused me after my mother died giving birth to me. I was lucky when I was sent to this manor... He is not making sure I'm alright, that I know for certain." She sneered and threw the torn up flower aside before looking back up at the girl. "Why would he? After everything he's done to me? Why?"
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 11, 2012 7:43:42 GMT -5
As Meg saw the young girl jump she quickly pulled back her hand. "I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to startle you.." she said in a light and gentle voice. It was true Meg didn't mean to startle her at all. It was only to comfort her. Tilting her head she frowned lightly as she listened to her words. "Mortals?" she repeated. Was this woman dead? Was she a lost spirit that couldn't get to the other side? Meg blinked a couple of times and said nothing for a moment. "Well, you don't have to worry though, I won't hurt you in anyway. Only here to help you is all" she said suddenly. Like she could hurt a ghost, it would be more than likely the ghost hurting her since she was alive and such.
The blonde gave a small smile upon the young woman as she spoke to her. Ah, so she was a ghost. Meg was curious upon why she was still here. "I'm sorry to hear about your father miss.." she said softly. "What is it exactly has he done to you? And perhaps maybe he's only lurking to see if you can forgive him before he moves on?" she said suddenly looking at her. Meg tucked back a string of hair out of her face and she said nothing more after that. She hoped she could help this girl with anything she can do. Meg always loved helping people.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 11, 2012 13:26:14 GMT -5
The maid lowered her eyes and sighed, picking up the disheveled flower once more to look at it. "Yes, I am dead, if that is what you are wondering. I was murdered within these walls." She looked up at the looming manor in front of her, once grand and beautiful, now decaying and it frightening to her. The inhabitants frightened her more than the other ghosts. She looked back at the girl and gave a faint smile.
"My father..." She paused and tried to get up the courage to speak about him, a lump rising in her throat. "He used to be a steel mill worker until he lost the use of one of his feet in an accident. He abused me when I was little; he'd drink and whip me with a switch every night because he blames me for my mother's death... H-He said it was my fault she died-." She couldn't continue, the pain in her heart was growing too much and she held a hand over her mouth before turning away. "I do not think I can forgive him. Not ever."
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 12, 2012 9:28:30 GMT -5
A small frown was upon her face when she spoke about being murdered. Remaining where she was Meg looked at the woman in front of her. She was killed here at the manor before they all came. It was so strange, to be talking with an actual ghost. This time, at least. Meg looked at her and she wasn't too sure upon what to say. "I...I'm sorry that you were killed here, Mademoiselle" she said in a calmer voice.
"If your thinking, I would be afraid of you. I am not. Considering I used to live in an Opera House that was claimed to be haunted by a 'ghost' when it really wasn't." she said softly looking upon her. Giving a friendly smile. "So, its alright" she said trying to help her.
Meg brushed a stray hair that came into view and she looked at her lightly. "No father should ever abuse their child. No matter what they have done, they shouldn't do it" she told her. Meg's eyes widened as she listened to her tell the tale of her father and she looked at her calmly. The blonde wanted to help her but she wasn't sure on how. "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, miss. I'm Meg. Meg Giry.." she said softly looking at her with a calm smile. "And you? What is your name?" she asked softly.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 12, 2012 12:49:01 GMT -5
She sat back among the dead foliage, hand clutching at her chest. She felt as if she were drowning again, unable to breathe. Every breath was a battle but she finally quieted her mind and relaxed after a while. "I'm sorry... It still hurts when I bring it up. I'd rather not discuss my demise any longer." She paused then looked back up at the girl. "I'm glad to be talking to someone other than that ghost. Mr. Dalimar, I do believe was his name? He frightens me a little but I don't know why."
Adina floated back up to her feet and smiled at Meg. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Giry. I am Adina Gillespie, head maid of the manor. I thank you for not running from me or fearing my presence. If there is anything I can do for you, I am ready and willing to serve." She smiled and gave a polite curtsy.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 13, 2012 12:16:24 GMT -5
Meg looked at her and shook her head softly. "There's no need to be sorry miss, I understand perfectly. I'm the one who should be sorry for even bringing it up" she said looking upon her lightly and she listened to her speak about another spirit that resided withint he manor. "Ah, I believe I've encountered him before. While venturing about in the basement of the manor" she said lightly looking at her. "Yea, he does kind of give me the creeps as well. Not sure what it is about him but he does" she said softly brushing away a string of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
Her head tilted lightly and she looked upon her softly. "You don't need to serve me, Adina. Its perfectly alright. Though, if I tend to get lost. I'll call you" she said chuckling. "I will tend to do that every now and then" she said smiling a bit. Meg nodded her head to her as the woman curtseyed to her. Her eyes then darted from Adina to the flowers that were around them. The sun felt nice upon Meg's skin and she looked back at Adina. Wondering what to say next.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
Posts: 320
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 13, 2012 19:17:20 GMT -5
"He scares me... Something just seems so unusual about him, not all human for a ghost." No, what was she thinking?! She must sound completely mad to the girl she was speaking with. A ghost that deserves to be locked away, oh gracious! She sighed and brushed back her hair, hands akimbo.
She suppressed a shudder at the thought of Meg actually meeting that strange man. And yet, she couldn't help but reflect on his words. 'They are not to be trusted,' He had told her. But why? From what she could see from Meg, these mortals seemed normal compared to Charles. Maybe that was because she'd only met one human so far, no one else. She needed to explore the manor a bit more. But that would not be until later. She giggled softly at Meg and smiled; this was the first time in a long while that she felt happy. And she hoped that this feeling would never leave her ever again.
"Oh, but it is my duty as head maid of the manor, Miss Giry. Even though I am dead, I must still look after this place." She noticed Meg looking at the flowers and too turned her attention to them. She smiled then turned her attention back to Meg. "Perhaps they need some water?"
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 13, 2012 22:29:01 GMT -5
M. Dalimar was an interesting figure she had encountered upon her few nights here within the Manor. Meg looked around her surroundings then she looked back at Adina. "Yes he is an figure isn't he. For some reason I do not fear him" she told her lightly. Meg smiled softly and she said nothing. "I've encountered him my second week here and he's very interesting but truly frightening when he wants to be" she said lightly towards her.
Her eyes darted from flowers then back to Adina. "Hmm, yes, I think water would help them grow more beautifully" she said softly. "If you tell me where it is I could probably help you water them if you need me to" she said suddenly looking upon her. Meg said nothing more after that and waited her response.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 17, 2012 9:14:23 GMT -5
(Do forgive the last response.)
Adina shook her head. "No, not just him.... There is someone else. I can sense him and his presence makes me weak; it terrifies me." She shuddered and held her hand over her mouth. If she were alive, her heart would have been beating out of her chest at that moment. "I do not know who this other spirit is but he is unlike Dalimar. He told me not to speak with anyone else, any of the mortals. He said that they cannot be trusted. But I don't believe that. I feel I can trust you, Miss Giry, and I hope that you can trust me in return."
She pointed beyond the rusted gates exiting the garden to the back of the manor. "There should be a well a few paces into the yard. A few buckets of water should be sufficient, I believe." Adina knelt back down and started plucking at the weeds, humming softly to herself while waiting for the water. She was so happy. Happy to finally be talking to someone and happy that she was beginning to let go of her pain... Or so she thought.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 17, 2012 15:21:10 GMT -5
Was there another ghost lurking about the manor that Meg wasn't aware of? The blonde looked upon Adina lightly as she spoke to him. "Someone else?" she questioned looking upon him. "The only ghost that I've encountered so far has only been M. Dalimar" she said while she looked upon her with curiosity. "Who is this man?" she asked curiously as she looked at Adina lightly. She brushed back a stray of blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear and she looked at her. "Yes, Of course. I trust you Adina.." she said smiling. Laying her hand upon her shoulder suddenly. Giving her a reassuring smile. "Who is this 'They' that he is referring to?" she questioned softly looking upon her. Wondering if there was any hope of helping her.
Meg looked at Adina as she spoke about the flowers in the yard. "Alright. I'll try go to find some buckets of water" she said as she walked away from her new interesting friend and bringing them back and she grabbed the bucket and slowly started to water the plants. "They do look kind of thirsty don't they" she said grinning a little. "So, why not give them lots of water and some food. I'm sure they'll be happy with us" she said sighing.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 19, 2012 11:51:38 GMT -5
Adina shook her head, trying hard to make out what she was sensing... It was painful to try and concentrate on this new presence. "I cannot say for certain, but it frightens me far worse than my father." She shuddered and pulled her shawl tightly around herself, not that it was cold; she couldn't feel physical heat or cold. It was an inwardly chill that froze her to the core of her very soul. "Mr. Dalimar was referring to you. Well, the mortals, if I may be so blunt. He said that I should stay away from them at all costs."
The young woman smiled warmly at Meg as she brought back the water. It felt like her heart was almost beating again with joy. Tears seemed to well up in her eyes as she helped the girl to water the plants. "Yes, they do... They seem to be in great need of care." She paused a while and lowered her eyes. A heavy sigh slipped from between her pale lips before lifting her head up to look at Meg. "I am very sorry you had to see me in such a state earlier, Miss Giry."
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 23, 2012 12:19:36 GMT -5
The blonde looked at Adina as she spoke about Dalimar. "Me?" she questioned softly looking up on Adina with wide eyes. Meg then rolled her eyes and shook her head as she continued to water some of the flowers within the garden. "Don't listen to him. Most of us mortals, aren't that bad.. Okay maybe there are a few of bad ones out there but most of them aren't. " she siad softly looking upon Adina lightly. "Trust me. I'm not that bad either" she said chuckling at her own statement.
"I've seen horrible people back home and most some here. But there really isn't anything you need to be afraid of here.." she said softly towards Adina. Then she went silent and looked at Adina again as she spoke. "Yes they do..oh, it looks like I've run out of some water in this thing.." she said looking at it and tapping it and sighed. Then she placed it down. "Guess when they know they've had enough it shuts off by itself" she said looking at the hose then back at Adina. "Its fine Adina, don't worry.." she said looking at her still then placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
Posts: 320
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jul 14, 2012 12:35:48 GMT -5
Adina only grinned a bit and tried to laugh off the notion. "I suppose you're right... It's just been so long since I've struck up a conversation with anyone, I've almost forgotten what it was like to be alive. It feels so good to speak with other people again." She smiled and reached out to pluck out a dead flower.
Suddenly to her shock, a spark of energy sparked from her fingertip towards the dried out stalk. The stem grew brighter in color and a sunflower budded to life... How did she do that?! Was-.... Was this her power? She knew most ghosts had abilities to either haunt or heal people, but this.... Her eyes widened and she quickly turned to Meg who also shared an expression of surprise. "Did-.... Did I just do that?" She asked, still in shock.
So it was true like HE said... She was a healing spirit after all!
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