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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 20:22:57 GMT
------ Saying this kind of attention didn't bother him would be a very, very troublesome lie.
But grabbing attention needn't be a bad thing, William thought with a smile. His vision was obscured by his eyepatch and his body temperate was considerably higher, or it felt that way, but no matter. This kind of activity sent a different kind of adrenaline through his veins. It was so, so terribly exciting! He grinned to himself, showing off his straight white teeth, as he made his way into the gallery entrance, boots clicking and toy parrot chatting.
That generated a level of hush amongst the other gallery goers who parted like Moses parted the red sea. Will suddenly felt like his status was elevated in the world; a small group of parents and a few hidden scouts parted way for him! How terribly exciting! Again, the expenses he spent on his wonderful clothes was just so he could catch a glimpse of his beloved younger sister's artwork would surely be appreciated.
Alas, what she was doing here he still didn't know. If it was Damien's fault.... then hell would pay. Izzy didn't belong here. She belonged with the pretty flowers in the field down in Dorset. Not in the rough tough East side of Nova Athenis.
Walking close to the wall inside the small gallery space, his gloved hand reached to almost touch a painting. It moved away without ceremony. This must've been Isobel's work.
It had her name underneath it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 6:20:23 GMT
There was something absolutely charmoing about art galleries, the hush, the cleanliness. Isobel liked the galleries in Nova Athenis, where the name Hurst didn't mean anything, where the art spoke louder than the name beneath it. The name Hurst made her heart sink in this context. It was like a sixth sense that made her skin crawl in the silence that pressed apart the crowd. She wasn't easily embarrassed, she held her own, she asserted. But this was embarrassing older brother taken to a whole new level, one of a madman. And that had to be William. She stepped aside with the crowd, and he didn't bat an eye – he probably had no peripherals with that damn eye patch - he made a beeline straight for the paintings. As much as she didn't want to be associated with him, she couldn't help it when he reached for the paintings, stepping towards him, arms crossed. "Don't touch that." She snapped. "What are you doing here." The words were so clipped that it sounded more of a statement. She didn't want an explanation – she wanted him gone. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 17:04:26 GMT
------ Instead of answering, William's free arm went to reach for the side his beloved little sister so she'd crash into his frame in a forced side hug. He then turned, and gave her a smile that looked more like a smirk.
He then whispered into her ear. "When did you see through my disguise? I'm upset. Did you miss me that much?" Then rose up to speak normally.
"My dear Izzy! Is it a crime for your dear brother to see the fruits of your hard work? Because it's not as if Daddy will ever see it, will he?" William winked at her grumpy face, and returned his extended hand. He was just trying to summon her, that's all.
After all, there was nothing much he thought precious in this world, but Izzy would be one. He'd go a week without tea for Izzy. Oh yes he would.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 19:58:57 GMT
She should have expected the hug, but she didn't, and she was pressed up to his side for a few uncomfortable and disgruntled seconds, before she stepped back, lips pursed. Apart from the costume he'd adopted, he didn't seem to have changed much, which was unfortunate. He was thrilled to see her, of course, and as always he ignored the fact that she didn't share his sentiment about the reunion. Isobel was a rational person, but even the simplest, clearest logic didn't do much to reach Will. It all ended up warped and twisted when it reached him, and she kept her distance, as if it was a contagious condition. She didn't bother to be all too polite, either. "Why are you here, William?" She said again, with a sigh. Isobel made a point not to let on about what she was doing, and the only explanation was that he had been looking for her. Her lips twisted into a trace scowl. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 19:14:38 GMT
------ He picked her up from under her arms and watched her from below.
"I am here to entertain you~" Singing a song he couldn't quite remember, he smiled for no reason whatsoever, before moving her a little like a baby and putting her down again. Izzy had been putting on the pounds since she was little, yeah. He couldn't keep her airborne for too long, unlike in the past. Or maybe he just became weaker, there was no way of knowing.
Watching her with one eye, his smile didn't seem to falter whatsoever. The sight of young Izzy made him happy.
"Care to explain to me what your pretty painting means? I'm all eyes! Eye eye!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 3:55:50 GMT
She hadn't seen William in a long time. Either he'd gotten crazier or Isobel was just out of the habit of dealing with him. She just stood there, not sure what to expect until he picked her up and she kicked and flailed because what else was there to do? There was only so much grace to be kept when her brother lifted her like a doll.
When he put her down, she smoothed her clothes down, making a point not to look at him. Her jaw was clenched, her anger visible, though when she spoke, her voice was calm. She could feel eyes on them.
"No, William." She didn't care to explain, she didn't care for anything but wanting him gone. Wanting him to stop making her look foolish. "I'll call security if you don't leave." Isobel said simply, pinching the bridge of her nose.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 19:28:20 GMT
------ He could've been sad to hear such cruel words from his beloved younger sister - she was so cute, you see - but William found he couldn't find it in himself to be sad about, well, that. (Not anything, he got sad over tea sometimes.)
"Se·cu·ri·ty, 1, The state of being free from danger or threat. 2, The safety of a state or organization against criminal activity such as terrorism, theft, or espionage: 'national security'." He nodded to himself, stroking his chin.
"Hey Mr Botts, I don't get what she's trying to say. Do you?" He turned to the toy parrot on his shoulder, and when no response was offered, he frowned and even looked somewhat disappointed.
"Say, I think you have too much security in your heart. I bet you don't have a girlfriend! That's why you're calling security! Or whatever that means."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 5:22:50 GMT
Naturally, William went unperturbed, and Isobel went on feeling like an irritable child. She was all about order and sense and being correct, and he was the antithesis of it all.
She hadn't had the chance for a word in edgewise, more concerned with trying not to look like he was getting under her skin, though he was doing a very good job of it, in fact. Despite herself, she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
"That's none of your business." She said icily. Isobel wasn't even sure how to deal with William, not anymore. She took a second to regroup, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath before she met his eyes again.
"I'm busy, William." She told him, speaking clearly and slowly as if he wouldn't understand it any other way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 20:01:14 GMT
------ His hands reached over to cup her cheeks, as if that would bring her comfort. Be like a bedtime story, or a plaster, or soft bandages. Blood was a funny thing, he'd sometimes think. Red, but not really red, and thick, but only metaphorically so.
"It's okay, Izzy dear." His hands came back to his side quicker than he'd like to admit. "I'd like to see you get married anyway, and you couldn't do that in England, could you?" He laughed, smiling widely.
"Hey! Why can't I be a client! I want to see what you've been doing!" Now he was pointing a finger at her, and all of a sudden they weren't aged and jaded.
Now he turned fully at her painting, admiring it with two hands under his chin. "Aye, aye, now that's good paintsmanship! Well done, sister!" Now he was giving her a good pat on the back.
And after that, silence.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 5:53:36 GMT
For him, everything was a joke.
But Isobel couldn't take a joke any more than she could take his presence right now. She almost reached out to pull him out by a sleeve, but he was touching her and his palms felt clammy and nauseating, and she pulled back.
William was no art critic, and whether he meant well or not, his compliments felt backhanded. She could have been two years old and smearing the walls with finger paint and he would have said the same thing.
She arched her back away from his hands that seemed so desperate to smother her with brotherly affection from all sides.
"Will." She hissed. "Not here. Not..." trailing off as her eyes sank down to see his outfit and remember that he was at an art gallery, dressed as a pirate and far beyond being explained anything to.
She chewed on her lip, considered him for a few seconds more - as long as she could bear - before she turned on her heel and made for the door. She wasn't sure what she hoped of him, but she couldn't stand there during an art showing, being associated with him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 0:13:06 GMT
GOOD JOB! Boo and Laika each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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