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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 11:05:25 GMT -5
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Pierre walked in the woods not sure where to go and sat under the stars, softly starting to play his guitar and sing a song. "je marchais sur la plage quand je vous ai vu, le visage plus beau que le coucher du soleil, je veux te prendre dans mes bras et tenez-vous près de moi, vous méritez d'être embrassé chaque jour, chaque heure et chaque minute" When suddenly he heard a soft thump and somebody crying, knowing how it feels to cry he decided to investigate where the sounds were coming from. He packed up his guitar and picked it up and started to walk, he smelt a familiar scent and when he saw from a distance who it was that was crying he hid behind a tree, gently putting down his things. He stared at the girl and each sob tore at his heart it reminded him of his wife the way she cried when he was not himself.
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 11:16:08 GMT -5
The tears seemed to flow on forever and ever when suddenly anger took its place and Michelle ripped the bandage from her arm, exposing the cuts. She was angry at herself for having done it in the first place, she was angry at herself for being so weak and she was angry that her father had mistreated her and her brother so profusely. It had been years ago and still it hurt like hell. Little blood rivulets came back to her cuts, caused when she had ripped the bandage off and she sat up and stubbornly wiped the tears from her eyes.
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 11:23:04 GMT -5
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Pierre saw the girl rip her bandages off her arm and he saw a trickle of blood, he licked of his lips but when he noticed what he was doing he pushed the thought aside, he then thought now would be the best time to make an appearance, and so he did as he came out from behind the tree, he made a mental note to be gentle with the girl. "Excuse me... Are you alright? What happened?"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 11:37:02 GMT -5
Michelle heard footsteps and was instantly on guard but didn't have time to jump to her feet. She remained sitting and clutched her arm, glaring into the darkness but nothing could have prepared her for who she came face to face with. It was Lancelot's father. She was instantly on the guard and glared daggers at him. He completely caught her off guard when he politely asked if she was okay and asked what happened. The shock was evident on her delicate face but it soon turned back to anger,
"What do you care?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 11:42:33 GMT -5
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Pierre looked at her concerned and said. "Honey, I could have looked at you and walked by and not care, but my instincts told me you needed a helping hand, either physically or emotionally and i made my way over here. I will leave if you want me to. Pierre stopped just in front of her and looked down on her trying to give her a gentle look, he squatted next to her to make himself eye level towards her and gave her the shoulders up arms out i don't know gesture but meaning what's it gonna be?
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 11:58:12 GMT -5
Michelle noticed the concern in his eyes and was seriously unsettled by this new person she honestly didn't expect. Why did he care? Why was he so nice now? He then called her honey and she would have growled if she could but merely listened as he spoke about his instincts and him having to help her, emotionally and physically. Her anger seemed to seep away little by little as her blood began to dry on her arm.
He looked down at her with a scarily gentle expression and Michelle gave up, breathing out a long breath she looked down at the ground when he crouched before her and asked her what her choice was. She didn't make eye contact with him and replied,
I don't understand... Why do you want to help me? and besides, I doubt you can help someone as fucked-up as I am...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 12:05:47 GMT -5
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Pierre gave her a smile
and then he said to her. "Sweet girl, why would you be fucked-up? You are beautiful, strong and intelligent. I doubt there is anything wrong with you. And trust me I've been through a lot I might even be able to help you, here right now. Can I sing you a song?"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 12:12:19 GMT -5
The moment Michelle looked up Pierre smiled at her and again she looked at the ground, not able to keep staring at him with that gentle and polite smile. She was almsot certain that he had double personalities, maybe even more and he replied,
"Sweet girl, why would you be fucked-up? You are beautiful, strong and intelligent. I doubt there is anything wrong with you. And trust me I've been through a lot I might even be able to help you, here right now. Can I sing you a song?"
Beautiful? Strong? Intelligent? Why was he complimenting her? And now he wanted to sing her a song? She drew her legs up close to her chest and only nodded at him...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 12:33:10 GMT -5
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Pierre walked back to where he left his stuff and brought his guitar closer, he took his long sleeved top of, leaving only his short sleeved one on. He sat down beside her, got out his guitar, played a few notes to make sure it sounded perfect. Then he started to sing his song.
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He closed his eyes when he sang and thought of his wife.
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 12:42:03 GMT -5
He disappeared for a short moment to go get his guitar and returned with a beautiful acoustic guitar. Michelle stared at it in wonder and it was obvious that she loved guitars. He took off his long sleeve shirt and tuned a few notes to perfection. Michelle found it hard yet again to look into his eyes and she stared at her hands as he began to play the most beautiful song. When she finally looked up his eyes were closed and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She slowly stood up, staring at him as if he were a ghost.
She finally left her arm alone and stared at the ground and slowly started to dance, delicate ballet type of movements...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 12:50:50 GMT -5
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Pierre finally stopped and opened his eyes to see the girl finish her last turn, and he smiled at her and he almost started to cry when he saw the joy in her face. He then put his guitar away and he asked her. "Sweet innocent girl. I hoped i helped you. I bid you a due. I will see you again."
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 13:10:57 GMT -5
The music seemed to slow down and softly fade away just as she executed a last perfect turn. Her face was filled with joy and she smiled at him as he came closer. By no means was he forgiven but she was thankful for what he had done. He put his guitar away and walked over to her,
"Sweet innocent girl. I hoped i helped you. I bid you a due. I will see you again."
She nodded and when he started to walk away she spoke up,
"I don't even know your name..."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 13:26:09 GMT -5
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Pierre stopped and didn't even look back and he turned around and looked at her and started laughing.
"My name is, Pierre" He walked away and started to sing his song again. "je marchais sur la plage quand je vous ai vu, le visage plus beau que le coucher du soleil, je veux te prendre dans mes bras et tenez-vous près de moi, vous méritez d'être embrassé chaque jour, chaque heure et chaque minute"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 26, 2012 13:34:54 GMT -5
He laughed and turned back to Michelle for a short moment and said his name was Pierre. Michelle nodded at him, her face serene but not overly friendly,
"Well it's nice to formally meet you, Pierre."
He turned and disappeared while singing his song in French and Michelle sank to her knees and slowly laid her head down in the soft perfect grass of the woods. Her sleepiness overtook her and she fell into a peaceful sleep for the first night in many nights...
When morning broke the sunlight filtered through the trees and danced upon her face. Her eyes fluttered open and a sweet smile embraced her lips. She sat up and rubbed her eyes when a bird began to sing and realization dawned upon her. She had no way which way was back home...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 26, 2012 13:44:34 GMT -5
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Lancelot lay on his bed, eyes shot open as Luther entered the room, he saw he had the same clothes on and when the curtains flew open and the sun hit his eye, he flinched and growled very loudly. When he suddenly remembered something, Michelle. He jumped off his bed and his head spung, he ran out of his room and burst into Michelle's room and found that no one was there. He ran out and asked Luther where Michelle was. His eyes grew big and suddenly he phased into his wolf form, growling at Luther for being such a cluts. He picked up her very faint scent and started to follow it to the forest, his head was very hazy, he then saw a girl in the distance and he slowly trotted to her and almost hid behind a tree, hoping she wouldn't see him. He growled just loud enough for anybody a mile away to hear, and he howled. But he was still hidden so the sounds bounced around in the forest.
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