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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2007 18:53:09 GMT -5
Shawn could dance. Yes, he sure could. Actually, when he was on his world and only five he was given extensive lessons about the art of dancing. As he grew up the lessons consisted of many forms of dancing and thus the usually clumsy young man could dance with such grace it was impossible to think it was even Shawn. For, as anyone could tell you, Shawn was such a klutz it was a miracle he's lived for so long.
He entered Beast's Castle on pure whim. It looked awfully foreboding as the little blond man gazed up at it from afar as he shuffled down it's great bricked walk. Peering up at it now, with it's towers and gargoyles along every rail, it seemed ominous. By the time he breached the castle doors he was trembling. He opened the large door, in which it emitted a terrible creak, and then he slipped into the large castle.
At first glance it was quite normal. Frankly, he was almost disappointed by it's plainness. Shawn was assuming it'd be something brilliant and new, but the dank gray entrance reminded him vaguely of his own equally gray world. Those memories, he told himself, were better left hidden away anyway. He was far more at ease once he dubbed that the castle was empty. Though it was very plain he decided to explore anyway, Shawn craning his neck around corners and looking thoughtfully over the place as he began to go up the large steps. He could go up the left or right as the stairs split at the landing above or he could go straight to another large door.
Nothing a little iny-meenie-miny-moe couldn't fix. Playing the game quickly, the fate of his finger landed on the door ahead. Unbeknowest to Shawn it was the ballroom. Cautiously he slowly advanced forward, placing his slender pale hand on the door, feeling it's smooth cold surface. Shuddering, he opened it with a thudding heart.
And was simply amazed by the sight that graced his wide blue eyes.
A small gasp of wonder escaped his pale lips as he stumbled forward into the beautiful room. He was engulfed by the sheer beauty of it all, his body flushed of all feeling but utter wonder and amazement. Numbed by the surprise that such a wonderful place could even exist he went on forward until he was at the center of the lovely room. Certainly it was the most beautiful place he'd ever been.
All around were towering glass windows revealing the dark sky above in which stars glittered merrily in their spots, winking at Shawn with their brilliant glow. The room was flooded with cheery bright light, cast from the candles about the room and the crystal chandelier above that no doubt was very expensive. The ceiling itself was wonderful depicting little angels in an array of colored clouds, smiling down at those below resonating their warmth to the guest. The floor did not lack in detail and was marble fixed with all sorts of designs and colors all soft, clean, and smooth. Relishing the sight the clumsy young man stood quite still certain that if he moved the sight would wash away before his eyes.
Shawn was a slight young man, lean and very skinny not amounting to much really. While he was fairly tall, just above average, his small frame didn't make him look threatening in the least. Actually, Shawn who was currently gaping at the room in complete wonder, seemed to resonate a kind and gentle feel. No doubt it was easily assumed he was a caring person, who wore smiles as much as he wore shoes (which he wears a lot mind you). His bleached blond locks framed his thin pale face finely, glimmering in the light. His eyes accompanied his hair very well, being the lightest shade of blue known to man. His face, while handsome and charming in most aspects, was extremely pale and lacking in color which made him look almost haunting in some ways. He was clad in a simple black jacket made of fine silk, which was opened revealing a white button-up shirt that revealed his collar bones but nothing more. It wasn't tucked in and fell just over the beginning of his black slacks. Shiny black shoes blinded anyone who dared to look at them.
My, was he dressed for an occasion or what?
Truth be told the poor boy didn't have anything else but the finest he owned... due to the fact that he hadn't done laundry in a very long time. But no one needed to know that, of course.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 18:56:59 GMT -5
He might have stared endlessly at the room so lost in his wonder, but he heard something. Or, rather, someone enter the room. The silence was great in the vast room so he could easily detect the soft footsteps of another and a slight rustle of a dress. His mind was suddenly thrown into panic mode for he was in a strange castle and he had little to no idea who lived here. His eyes widened even more, nearly popping from his head. Who could it be? The master of this castle? Surely they'd punish him for intruding in their home. He didn't move for quite a while, his whole body tensing. He was doomed.
Biting his lip, he looked ahead trying fervently to think of a solution to his problem. If it was indeed the master he was doomed beyond doom. He knew from his own world that it was a sinful thing to go into another's home without an invitation. He was sure it was the same here for it looked as old-fashioned as his world was. Perhaps if he apologized accordingly he'd be shown a little mercy? Maybe if he leaked a few tears and pleaded for forgiveness? Shawn liked that idea quite a bit and whirled around to face his new company.
As he turned around, already fixing his face into a look of turmoil and innocence, he stopped and gasped ever so slightly. Before him was no terrible beast, but rather a comely looking girl. She had pretty blond locks tied at the side of her head, drifting over her shoulder, and she seemed fragile to him but innocent as well. She reminded him vaguely of the people on his world-decent looking of course and ever conscious of their mannerisms and physical appearance. Unlike them, though, this girl had a gentle touch rather than the sinister veil he'd come to know from his people.
Was she the master of this castle?
If so, he'd already blown his perfect plan to cry a river over the fact that he was very sorry for entering her home uninvited. He decided to go with a quickly formulated plan B which consisted of much flattery. If this world was like his own, which he assumed it was for the most part, then he would possibly come from this unscathed a feat for him for sure. He quickly replaced his startled and awed expression for one better suited for places like this: one in which showed no emotion. With his eyes hooded, lips pressed together in a thin line, and his hands clasped to the side he looked like a gentleman for sure. Actually, it was very eerie how he was acting like everything but himself.
Grumbling his dismay in his mind, insisting he really hated doing this kind of thing, he did just as he was taught so many long dreary years ago. Square your shoulders, put your hands at your side, put your feet at a 30 degree angle, and bow low if it's someone important, but don't bow too low if it's someone below you. Bowing was probably the hardest thing to learn for him seeing as he was a fairly important person on his world, but had the heart of a normal child. Ew, he hated even thinking about it.
Well, it looked as though it'd finally have some use.
He bowed to Ira, bending not too low seeing as he had no idea exactly what her rank around here was. He looked very formal, what with his spiffy little outfit and lovely manners. You just wouldn't assume he was an idiot with all of this going on. Looking as enigmatic as he possibly could he rose, trying to keep his mind as blank as humanly possible. He was taught being obnoxious and the like were very rude... considering Shawn is a very obnoxious person it was best to not think of anything. Though, regrettably, muffins were coming to mind and with that a pang of hunger.
"Hello, Miss. Pardon my intrusion here-" Oh my Goddess just shoot me now. "-but I was very curious of what lay within this castle and I apologize once more for my shameful behavior. It will not happen again, I can assure you."
Dang, he sounded just so smart! How long ago was it again that he was taught all of this formal stuff? He pondered that for a bit... well, it had been years and years. He was truly surprised he remembered it at all. Giving the girl another emotionless gaze, in hopes that she didn't punish him for this little act of intrusion. He was hungry and alone and... well... he wasn't really cold. It was very warm in here with his jacket and all. But still! He just couldn't handle it if she deemed him worthy as a prisoner. He choked down a shudder. He had to hope and pray to the Goddess above that such cruelty wouldn't befall the unfortunate blond.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 18:37:45 GMT -5
Shawn blinked up at Ira with a bemused expression on his face. The good thing about this moment was that she wasn't the owner of this castle, the bad being she was scolding him. Politely, of course. But it was scolding all the same. He rose from his bow, still looking weary almost as though he planned to run away from Ira because she scared him. Was she like this ALL the time? Really, he just set up the little polite act so that the assumed owner of this castle would take mercy upon his soul.
Upon hearing her short lecture-which reminded him vaguely of his peers when he was little-he let loose a wild smile. It was full of joy and innocence, with a hint of childish malice. He gazed at Ira for a moment and put his hands behind his head looking completely relaxed. Shawn looked nothing like the proper gentleman moments before, but rather looked like a devious-and silly-young man. He rocked on his heels for a bit, seemingly lost for words. Really, what does someone say to that?
"Well, then why are you here? I mean, hey, if the Beast dude is gonna eat me or whatever he's gonna eat you too, ya know." His dull blue eyes gleamed and his haunted face glowed with a suppressed happiness. Wasn't it just a second ago he was mildly depressed-looking? "Don't worry-I was just looking around. I'm not going to break anything."
At least, not yet. Considering Shawn's clumsy ways he was sure to break something by the night's end. Of course, the ballroom was bare and if this was where he was going to be staying there was a slight chance he could leave without anything being broken on his part. ...At least he hoped so.
When she commented on his choice of clothing he gazed down at his attire. True, he was "finely dressed" as she put it. Hello! It was all I had! Seriously, he wasn't the kind of guy who made it a point to wash his clothes often. Though, admittedly, he hated re-wearing clothes in which hadn't been washed. As you can see, this puts him in quite the dilemma. As it happened to be all he had left was his finest and the rest of his clothes had been wore. So, having little else to wear, he put this on. It was sort of fitting with this pretty ballroom though, right?
"Oh, these?" He pointed to his outfit all the innocence in the world on his face. "I had nothing else to wear! I mean, I'm seriously not like those travelers who go days wearing the same thing-" He shuddered. "-and I haven't had the time to wash any of my other stuff. Plus, I like my shiny shoes. Really, I do."
At this he held up a foot to display his famously shiny shoes. It was true... they were very shiny indeed. Of course, having only one foot left to balance on he fell to the ground in a matter of seconds. His side hit the hard marble floor, his shoulder began to throb at once, and his head slapped the ground as well letting a merciless headache take form. He was now sprawled on the shiny floor looking like a truly mangled being.
"Ooooow," he groaned.
Rather than getting up though he turned and laid on his back and peered up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He looked suddenly solemn again.
"Are you like a friend of the Beast dude?" Shawn inquired suddenly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2007 19:26:36 GMT -5
Shawn looked up to Ira who was very much the image of the female species he had grown up with. So proper and polite, so conscious of the way she presented herself or perhaps she wasn't anymore. Shawn had been the utter opposite for all his life. He had been deprived of a childhood for a good part of his life and so now he was making up for it. Though, Ira was different than the people who milled about his world thinking only of themselves. She seemed to care even about others even if she looked rather cold.
When she mentioned her home world being taken from Heartless he paled even more. He didn't like to think of other worlds being snatched away from darkness. He hated to think of all the people who died, who's heart was clawed away from them, those who now lingered deep within the darkness simply because they were unfortunate enough to be chosen by the Heartless. Shawn had seen Heartless-who hadn't?-and they scared him beyond all means. They were creepy little things, with their black blobby bodies and their sharp claws. The very worst thing about the Heartless were their yellow eyes. Those eyes in which held nothing for the world, not a glimmer of hope or happiness, a mere hunger for what you held so precious. When one happened to look into those yellow orbs you could not find any familiar human aspect as you were gazing into a monster: one who certainly didn't care for you.
He sneaked a glance at Ira and saw her stiff little mannerisms and speech. He knew, deep down, she was probably just as giddy as he was. Well, at least he assumed so. He always believed there was a great person deep down in everyone... you just had to do a bit of searching. His solemn expression looked surreal on his usually happy little face. He looked like a lost little boy trying to grasp a concept foreign to him. In truth, that was exactly it. Shawn had never lost anything to the Heartless, rather he lost things because of his sheer stupidity or unexplainable happenings.
"I'm sorry," he mused, "It must suck not to have a home..."
Not that he could understand what that was like. He had a home, no doubt just the same as he had "left" it. He blanched at that thought. Though, if Ira ever wanted to belong in a world it would be his world for sure. She would be accepted with open arms if she ever went there. Shawn couldn't help it, she resembled his way of life so well. ...Well the way of life he was meant to adopt. But whatever, all the same his home world was still floating about and so he couldn't quite comprehend what losing your whole world would was like.
Then, she switched topics all of a sudden. About clothes. Wasn't that his job? Shawn was the one who often pointed out new and random topics! Not someone else! He grinned suddenly, his solemn expression out the high windows. Maybe he was the one who was bipolar.
"Yeah, it's totally disgusting." At this he grimaced, wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips. "I mean... who knows what's even on them after a whole day. And oh! My name is Shawn Caden Holt the 14th!" He replied, smiling lightly at his name.
He was going to lie there, perfectly at ease. On his feet he was a total klutz, but if he just laid there where gravity could keep him still he was safe. Yet, a pale slender hand broke into his vision. His blue eyes widened as he saw Ira was going to help him. Wow, that was new. Usually when Shawn revealed his stupidity people called him names or scoffed in disgust. Never did they accept it and plow on. Nope, they were usually annoyed as though they had expected something different from him. Hardly ever did Shawn present himself in a different light. Unless his life happened to be in danger, then you've got to make exceptions.
Still looking surprised he grasped her hand and used it to pull himself up. However, he didn't let go once he was on his feet. Whoa, totally uncustomary! He didn't appear to be "making a move" on Ira though. Shawn doesn't do things like that. But there he was, holding her hand, looking into her eyes...
"Wow, we've both got blue eyes! And blond hair too!" He cried, but then he looked around the ballroom and some not-so-merry memories greeted his vision. "Hey! Do you know how to dance?" He questioned, letting his gaze lock onto her eyes again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2007 10:39:40 GMT -5
Shawn blinked in response to her request to let go of her hand. And then, noticing he still held it within in his own he dropped it.
"Oh! Sorry." He laughed, though the sound was hardly uneasy. It was soft and gentle, resonating his inner happiness easily.
Still, he hadn't asked her name. It seemed silly not to, but it hadn't occurred to him that he did not know Ira's name at all. No, for some reason it was as though he already knew her. As though, strange as it was, they had been friends for longest time. He grinned at her, his face mixed with that childish happiness and an expression of intent listening. And then, she uttered words that he hardly expected.
She played the piano. For just a second he looked completely surprised, eyes wide and mouth parted. He looked utterly absorbed in her words, as though little else existed. She played the piano? He wondered if she was any good. He loved the piano, for it was the only thing in the world that he could provoke beauty from. The piano was his companion that didn't judge him and who liked him despite his oddity. Shawn played as well and like Ira shared a wonderful connection with it.
On his world, though, it was only customary that a male know how to play an instrument. It was part of having an "all-around" education. You had to be part of the arts but also know basic math, have some reading skills, and know how to write. Because his people knew so little about the world they lived in science was non-existent and history was basically reading the book the Goddess wrote for her people.
His mother had taught him how to play as soon as he could walk and talk rather normally. He was five, his mother told him, when he began to play. She had wanted him to be a great pianist insisting music was something meant to be shared, but it needed people willing to share it. So, more so than his other lessons, she pressed his playing. It was an area she was familiar with as she enjoyed playing the lovely instrument herself. Shawn had loathed it for the longest time, though with his mother's advisement he was well beyond the skill of his peers in no time. It was only when his mother died expectantly did he truly enjoy playing the elegant piano. Perhaps he liked it only because it reminded him so vividly of his mother.
"I play the piano too! And I like it better than dancing too! And... and..." He thought for a second, pausing in his little rant. "Well, I kinda like it better than anything else. Hey! I want to hear you play! What's your favorite piece? Personally, I like Moonlight Sonata the best-it's so eerie and pretty... and yeah. Well, anyway, I want to hear you play! I bet there's a piano around here someone. Oh, and by the way, you can just call me Shawn... er..." His face flushed with color then and he chuckled nervously. "I don't even know your name! What is it?"
He thought about her home world (well, the one she has now anyway) Twilight Town. He had been there... it was always orange there. It had distorted him quite a bit as he could never tell the time. By the time he sluggishly made it to his hotel room it was five a.m. and he was terribly tired. Because of the lack of darkness he didn't really care for the town, though it was homely in most aspects. The orange had began to make him a little sick as well.
"I went to Twilight Town once. It's pretty nice there... if you can live with the orange sky all the time." He laughed again. "But let's find the piano, once you tell me your name." Smiling gently now, he faced Ira, seeming far more excited than before.
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