Post by The DeLavergne Twins on Jun 18, 2009 21:15:29 GMT -5
“This ball room is lovely Monsieur!” The long pale French girl with sweet blue eyes said as she hugged a short bald English noble. “Oh no stop your making me plum red my deer oh curse this old age of mine!” The man prodded at his long beard as if to bring his thoughts back into focus. “This is rather rude of me to ask young miss but what was your name again?” ““Colette Delavergne” The beautiful young girl made a graceful curtsy. “Oh my my such grace and beauty at your age” He drooled most un-noble like. Colette stares at the perverted lord with a shocked face.
“Oh heaves Monsieur ! My long boring chat has left you hunger and deprived of energy! Oh curse this lips of mine!” The man nearly falls over in shock. “No young miss you were not at fault! I was err just caught up in a pleasant dream is all!” He laughs, making his gut bulge out as if he had smuggled some ungodly number of swine in that fat gut of his. “Ohhh I see” Colette turns to another long haired pale youth. He was just as lovely looking as his Colette. They even had fine white dress clothes that would send a duchess mad with envy. “I have never been to ball before isn’t that right ma chère frère Sinjon?”She smiled the gentlest smile ever to her brother. Some say it was paved by angels others say it was….
"Why yes, it is the young lady's first time." He smiled brilliantly. "Now I'm afraid monsieur, that I must take this lovely lady off your hands for a moment." He winked and bowed to his sister before offering her his hand. "May I have this dance, chere soeur?"
Colette's almost snow white face flushed , her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as if it were some heaven of stars or jewels that could light the darkness. “Oh ma chère frère!” She put her held hand shyly “I thought you would never ask”
Sinjon smiled and kissed her delicate hand with a wink. "Then chere soeur, shall we begin?"
Colette turned her head ever so slightly “Oh ma chère ! We haven’t even started dancing and you have made my face but a mere red rose!” She laughs gaily as she winks at him.
Sinjon laughed lightly and lead her into a graceful waltz. Their elegant clothing and golden hair sparkled as they awed the crowd.
During a graceful twirl Sinjon held his sister's hand gently, while with his free hand he unsheathed the rapier at his side.
Colette relished her rapier as well from her side. The crowd cheered thinking this as nothing more than mere entertainment. “Oh ma chère frère we have a fine crowd!” With her free hand she placed resting on her brothers armed sword hand. And vice versa for Colettes armed hand. “Let’ give them a good nights stand frère!”
"Indeed chere soeur. Let's give them a night to remember." He smiled, a dark, mirthless smile, and ran his sword through that repulsive noble who had had the nerve to lay his eyes on his beloved sister. “
“Gack” Was all the noble could say as that blooming red rose spread from his inner most vest into staining a tad of his over coat. He fell to fall and met whatever fate faces men like that in the afterlife if there was such a thing..”Oh ma chère ! Do be carefully!” She said as she slit an old hag throat in half ever so gracefully “Their black blood might stain our lovely clothes!” She slashed a few royal wearing masks of that of an Eagle or some kind of hawk. “Sinner blood is so hard to get out of white. They just seem to stain their world in their filth!” She looks over a begging tax collector. “Oh my they have red blood after all who know?” She plunges her blade into the weeping mans breast.
The two twirled. Their similar bodies, shimmering in white, were impossible to discern from one another as their swords feasted on the corrupt flesh. Blood blossomed all around them in waves of brilliant crimson. "You look just as lovely in crimson my love."
“Oh chère stop you’re already my face just as crimson as the blood on the very walls!” She twirls around with her brother leading the way. Cutting down all who run and stand in their way in their graceful dance of death. A man whose legs had been deeply cut by the twins blades crawled at sheer desperation towards someone’s forgotten pistol. He almost had it but… fortune was not on his side as Colette slammed her heels onto his hand. The man howled in pain. “Oh my what a vulgar thing to do! Were you trying to interrupt my and ma chère little dance?” She smiled gently but to the man he saw nothing gentle in this smile. That smile belonged not to an angel but a cloaked devil in disguise.. “That’s so rude!” Her blade removes the vile things one hope to live on and his hand as well. The creature howled an unearthly screech as if it was some hellish beast from the lower world.
He pushed his way among the panicked crowd. At least he had a little more sense on his mind to figure out that he needed to use the door than run around screaming like A noble fell. Screaming in fright as he saw the man suffer at the hands of of those fiends! “Gah AHHH!!” the rest. “Now now…” The demon sister know as Colette smiled. “You mustn’t run away” The twins smiling had some kind of effect on the noble. As he shivered in his cold sweat his voice cracked and lips seemed to bleed by the mere presence the twins gave off. The man fell to knees pleading for his life in between sobs and whatever vile fluid escaped him that night. “Chère frère!” Colette full of high spirits as she smiled. “”Why don’t we take him with us?” She pointed at the man with blade of her sword. “”Let’s play with him until our next job!”
Colettes brother Sinjon smiled just as cheerfully as he took out another noble by throat. “A fine idea indeed chere soeur.” His sister smiles oh so lovely at her brother. “”Fine indeed chère frère.” The man screams like a madman as Sinjon takes him by the back of the neck. His sister not too far ahead as she slashes at other escapes to be. They didn’t want anyone to escape after all while they tended to their new play thing. “Oh boy He’s quite heavy chere soeur!” Sinjon said as he closed his eyes from the burden of dragging this big weight. “You’re a big boy chère frère.” She smiled as she held off the mob of desperate nobles. “A proper lady shouldn’t handle heavy baggage.” They stuffed the man into their parked coach and went back into the ball for their second dance. They stopped only when they were satisfied that no one left inside was moving. The two tuckered twins held hands and they made way for their coach to retire for the night. As they made their way out the cracked and red smeared glass door. Sinjon tossed a lit match behind them to feed the gasoline the twins had all ready put in place long before the start of the party. The match fed the fires of flames and blood alike. Making the ballroom shine in a beautiful crimson glow of blood and fire. The twins left their crimson ballroom as they hummed a sweet French song into the dark and silent London night.
“Oh heaves Monsieur ! My long boring chat has left you hunger and deprived of energy! Oh curse this lips of mine!” The man nearly falls over in shock. “No young miss you were not at fault! I was err just caught up in a pleasant dream is all!” He laughs, making his gut bulge out as if he had smuggled some ungodly number of swine in that fat gut of his. “Ohhh I see” Colette turns to another long haired pale youth. He was just as lovely looking as his Colette. They even had fine white dress clothes that would send a duchess mad with envy. “I have never been to ball before isn’t that right ma chère frère Sinjon?”She smiled the gentlest smile ever to her brother. Some say it was paved by angels others say it was….
"Why yes, it is the young lady's first time." He smiled brilliantly. "Now I'm afraid monsieur, that I must take this lovely lady off your hands for a moment." He winked and bowed to his sister before offering her his hand. "May I have this dance, chere soeur?"
Colette's almost snow white face flushed , her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as if it were some heaven of stars or jewels that could light the darkness. “Oh ma chère frère!” She put her held hand shyly “I thought you would never ask”
Sinjon smiled and kissed her delicate hand with a wink. "Then chere soeur, shall we begin?"
Colette turned her head ever so slightly “Oh ma chère ! We haven’t even started dancing and you have made my face but a mere red rose!” She laughs gaily as she winks at him.
Sinjon laughed lightly and lead her into a graceful waltz. Their elegant clothing and golden hair sparkled as they awed the crowd.
During a graceful twirl Sinjon held his sister's hand gently, while with his free hand he unsheathed the rapier at his side.
Colette relished her rapier as well from her side. The crowd cheered thinking this as nothing more than mere entertainment. “Oh ma chère frère we have a fine crowd!” With her free hand she placed resting on her brothers armed sword hand. And vice versa for Colettes armed hand. “Let’ give them a good nights stand frère!”
"Indeed chere soeur. Let's give them a night to remember." He smiled, a dark, mirthless smile, and ran his sword through that repulsive noble who had had the nerve to lay his eyes on his beloved sister. “
“Gack” Was all the noble could say as that blooming red rose spread from his inner most vest into staining a tad of his over coat. He fell to fall and met whatever fate faces men like that in the afterlife if there was such a thing..”Oh ma chère ! Do be carefully!” She said as she slit an old hag throat in half ever so gracefully “Their black blood might stain our lovely clothes!” She slashed a few royal wearing masks of that of an Eagle or some kind of hawk. “Sinner blood is so hard to get out of white. They just seem to stain their world in their filth!” She looks over a begging tax collector. “Oh my they have red blood after all who know?” She plunges her blade into the weeping mans breast.
The two twirled. Their similar bodies, shimmering in white, were impossible to discern from one another as their swords feasted on the corrupt flesh. Blood blossomed all around them in waves of brilliant crimson. "You look just as lovely in crimson my love."
“Oh chère stop you’re already my face just as crimson as the blood on the very walls!” She twirls around with her brother leading the way. Cutting down all who run and stand in their way in their graceful dance of death. A man whose legs had been deeply cut by the twins blades crawled at sheer desperation towards someone’s forgotten pistol. He almost had it but… fortune was not on his side as Colette slammed her heels onto his hand. The man howled in pain. “Oh my what a vulgar thing to do! Were you trying to interrupt my and ma chère little dance?” She smiled gently but to the man he saw nothing gentle in this smile. That smile belonged not to an angel but a cloaked devil in disguise.. “That’s so rude!” Her blade removes the vile things one hope to live on and his hand as well. The creature howled an unearthly screech as if it was some hellish beast from the lower world.
He pushed his way among the panicked crowd. At least he had a little more sense on his mind to figure out that he needed to use the door than run around screaming like A noble fell. Screaming in fright as he saw the man suffer at the hands of of those fiends! “Gah AHHH!!” the rest. “Now now…” The demon sister know as Colette smiled. “You mustn’t run away” The twins smiling had some kind of effect on the noble. As he shivered in his cold sweat his voice cracked and lips seemed to bleed by the mere presence the twins gave off. The man fell to knees pleading for his life in between sobs and whatever vile fluid escaped him that night. “Chère frère!” Colette full of high spirits as she smiled. “”Why don’t we take him with us?” She pointed at the man with blade of her sword. “”Let’s play with him until our next job!”
Colettes brother Sinjon smiled just as cheerfully as he took out another noble by throat. “A fine idea indeed chere soeur.” His sister smiles oh so lovely at her brother. “”Fine indeed chère frère.” The man screams like a madman as Sinjon takes him by the back of the neck. His sister not too far ahead as she slashes at other escapes to be. They didn’t want anyone to escape after all while they tended to their new play thing. “Oh boy He’s quite heavy chere soeur!” Sinjon said as he closed his eyes from the burden of dragging this big weight. “You’re a big boy chère frère.” She smiled as she held off the mob of desperate nobles. “A proper lady shouldn’t handle heavy baggage.” They stuffed the man into their parked coach and went back into the ball for their second dance. They stopped only when they were satisfied that no one left inside was moving. The two tuckered twins held hands and they made way for their coach to retire for the night. As they made their way out the cracked and red smeared glass door. Sinjon tossed a lit match behind them to feed the gasoline the twins had all ready put in place long before the start of the party. The match fed the fires of flames and blood alike. Making the ballroom shine in a beautiful crimson glow of blood and fire. The twins left their crimson ballroom as they hummed a sweet French song into the dark and silent London night.