burning sky;;micah

[ANTOINETTE WINCHESTER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/j7gld3.jpg); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #161616;] [style=background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/j7gld3.jpg); padding: 6px;] Thin, pink lips press down into a tight frown as fingers grip a letter sealed with the official wax symbol of Stella Fiore, one of which many girls dreamed of to see one day right within their own soft hands. Yet this isn't an invitation to the school for Antoinette Winchester, this is a letter containing the information for a certain aspect of the school which made all the girls go crazy about. Eyes look over the white envelope with a slight hesitation while her mind ponders: Open, or do not open? Either way it would be the same, because her butler would get the same thing and he will notice her some times later on. Butler. That word became seared into Antoinette's mind the first day she stepped within Stella Fiore as the sole female child of her adopted parents. With her biological parents sending prayers once in a while, Antoinette can't help but to listen to them, just to see their smiles the next time they meet. Hence she solemnly accepts the choice given to her by the adopted father and the week after she's sent packed to this all-girl's academy-well, all female students actually. That doesn't mean the rest of the school inhabitants must be women also. In this academy for the rich, Antoinette found out there's a certain system called "butlers"; young and youthful male servants following whichever lady they are assigned to until the day that lady graduates or leaves Stella Fiore. Then, the butler gets a new lady to serve and another mouth to obey-the cycle continues until the butler reaches a certain age. The box beside her lets out a few scratching noises and Antoinette bends down to see into its content: a small kitten. Recently she had gotten used to the idea of putting this kitten in a certain stable hand's* care and even a certain butler's* care until she's got the time to really care for him. But as new ladies come and the rescheduling of butlers and teachers none of them ever got the time to look after him. So, Antoinette's now ninety percent sure she's going to ditch the idea of not having a butler, because she heard the butlers here are different from the butlers one may think to see in the outside world. Naive maybe, stupid maybe, but Antoinette's also sure she can do this all by herself if they never give her one. After all, the kitten's just there for a year before he gets to be in a more better suited house; a place where the owner's able to play with him and care for him without ever letting him down. To think, these weeks she's just all by herself, and even though she has this kitten there's an undoubted loneliness growing within her. For human company of course. Sitting down, the petite lady looks at the kitten and then takes him out, setting him down upon her legs and watching him stand up. Grinning widely, Antoinette then holds him up again, with her hand under his front legs so his underbelly's facing her face. Flopping down with her hair splayed around her, the girl vacantly looks at the feline as he meows in happiness. Suddenly she felt an extreme sense of laziness put into her, one of which caused her to actually like the hard and cold floor of the ballroom. [/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 444px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;]tag: micah! words: blah notes: *i mentioned to two real charries on this site credit:britz of ote[/style]

[MICAH WHITE]

The redhead paced back and forth, back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the huge expanse of the Academy ballroom. Biting his nails nervously, red eyes that bordered on dark orange flickered to the clock that hung by the main hallway, and back to the wristwatch that held his arm in a vice grip. The clock was one of a modern but still somehow antique grandfather clock, and its chiming sounds unnerved him more than should have been necessary. It was only thirty minutes to the appointed meeting time, but Micah had an ill feeling that if he lingered in the butlers’ main room more than necessary, he might have ended up later than his usual, seeing as how he could always find himself distracted by the paintings in the Academy, paintings that were so vivid that he wished he could paint them himself. But that was all a far-off dream; now he was stuck in a place where he would forever be treated like a dog and made to do the most ridiculous things ever by a spoiled wannabe who couldn’t be bothered to do anything for herself.

But then again, how would that have been any different than what it was like at home?

Micah fiddled with his pocket, still wondering if he was too late or too early, before deciding on the fact that it didn’t really matter much, seeing as how he’d probably find some sort of way to mess it up. Even climbing down the stairs would probably have been a huge enough effort for him, seeing as how his left leg was still slightly numb from th e incident a few hours ago, when a fellow butler had “accidentally” dropped his backpack on said leg, claiming that it had slipped out of his hand and he didn’t just “how those cartons full (full, goddammit) of milk had managed to worm their way inside the bag”. Needless to say, it was an experience worth remembering and that thankfully, through the bone-breaking pain, the milk was still cold, which held some form of comfort in his aching muscles.

He tried to shift his weight onto his bum leg, wincing only softly. The pain had subsided a bit, but it was nowhere near usable to its fullest extent. He sighed resignedly, before glancing up at the clock and noting with sheer disbelief that the minutes had passed, and he could already hear footsteps coming from the bottom floor. Oh no, oh no. If he was late on his first day, they were going to kick him out for sure. Micah bit his lip, and began his slow wobble down the stairs just as he was met with the sight of a lady with hair in a similar vivid shade as his. As he had looked up in awe at her regal stature, the last step had taken that chance to trip him, and because even marble hated him, the male soon found himself sprawled on the floor… landing almost right next to the lady’s bottom.

A flush of red appeared on his face, and he hurried to stand, accidentally putting too much weight on one leg, and he winced. The blush on his face worsened at the sudden influx of pain, but he ignored it; he was already making enough of a fool of himself! Bowing, he stuttered, “M-m-my Lady! I’m so sorry! W-welcome to th-the Academy! I-I am Micah, your b-butler for the d-duration of your st-stay. Pleasure to m-m-meet you!”

Smooth.

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((OOC: No muse to grab a stinkin' post template, but will do so later. xD Hope this good, I have to try and get used to him first, because all my characters are usually sadistic and sarcastic at one point, and I had to try REALLY hard not to overdo those parts for him. >>)

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[ANTOINETTE WINCHESTER]

[style=background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/j7gld3.jpg); width: 424px; padding: 3px 29px 6px 3px; text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; color: #DAA2B5; text-shadow: #202020 1px 1px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px;]open & closed within your eyes[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 444px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;]i'll place the sky within your eyes[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/j7gld3.jpg); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #161616;] [style=background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/j7gld3.jpg); padding: 6px;] Seconds turn into minutes as the distant clock ticks on, even the mewing of the kitten turns softer as he drifts into sleep within Antoinette's hand; as if sensing the unbearable serenity of the large ballroom and his master's own immobility. All of a sudden Antoinette felt the floor rumble along with the chime of bells, signaling for either the beginning or ending of certain classes-which ones she will never know. Her legs had definitely turned into jelly from that point on, something which even Antoinette couldn't help because it's just the way she is: lazy. Perhaps this is why she couldn't get her butt to class at times, even when the tiny fur ball's with somebody else for a change. Mornings would find her sitting on the silk sheet bed, looking at the ceiling with glass-like eyes as if in a stupor and the sheets tugged to the side or on the ground. Maids would see her half-dressed, with just her upper-garment on and whisper about lady-like decency in her ears. Antoinette would happily chirp back that she's just taking time thinking about her past, one of which nobody will ever get to understand save for herself. The meticulously painted ceilings of the ballroom held a more significant meaning to the ladies who dwell here; what with the angels, cherubs and whatnot frozen upon a once white canvas. For Antoinette, it's just another distraction for her to not get up. Besides, she did have the notion to check her wristwatch a second ago and notice her butler's tardiness. The kitten had long gone into the box and soon a soft snooze mixed in with occasional meows let Antoinette remember it's not just her in this lonely ballroom. That there will be another human making his entrance anytime soon... Her eyes widens at the sound of something falling near her, a sound akin to something soft but still holding solid weight and perhaps a voice like noise? Blinking, the lady sits up to see a boy with flaming red hair and bandages covering his face staring at her with eyes which shouldn't be on a grown man; hence she's decided to call him a boy. He winced at first and this caught Antoinette's eyes as she realized that he had hurt one of his legs sometimes before. A hint of sympathy touches the lady's soft features for an instant. Just where did this poor creature come from? The boy begin to talk and immediately Antoinette caught the man behind the boyish features. Not that he talked like a man, but his voice is fit for somebody in his late teenage years and whom seem to have a stuttering fit upon meeting strangers, perhaps this is why he's like this? Standing up, Antoinette straightens herself up so she's at level with the boy, and god he is tall-tall and gangly to be exact. Yet there's a certain softness within his eyes and a feel of uncertainty reflects them self off of the boy's face. Antoinette had never met a male like him, but he did introduce himself as her butler. "Hello there~" Antoinette replies with a cheerful smile. "My name is Antoinette Winchester and I'll be your lady for the year..." Her voice trails off and she begin to think: Hm, I should say something more original. Well, I already said everything, might as well go on to further introductions! Somehow, she feels extremely happy that a butler's able to be given to her, something which she never would come to know back then. This one's cute, as in kid-like cute, the sort who would flash puppy dog eyes at everyone without even trying. And so out of the blue, she takes one of his larger hands in between her own ones and she says,"You're nervous aren't you? If you're a butler you shouldn't be like that, but it's okay because I won't mind." [/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 444px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;]tag: micah! words: blah notes: d'aww credit:britz of ote[/style]