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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 24, 2010 1:01:26 GMT -4
Rowland hadn't had a place to call home for nearly 300 years until Marisolla had returned to Salem and in doing so returned to him. He owed her his very existence; she was his maker and he belonged to her. Though just the same he found himself feeling closed in within the walls of the house; he believed it was the time he had spent in the company of the forest.
As Rowland slipped inside the house he gave himself a quick once over to ensure that he was deemed "presentable." Marisolla was very concerned with appearance and it was half of the reason Rowland had to attempt to not be nearly as messy with food...apprently blood stained and Marisolla was not a fan of blood stained carpet.
Though his dress shoes held traces of dirt and blood and his white under shirt was smeared with dirt he had looked worse...the dress shirt had not made it back with him as that had gone into the river as the blood caked upon it had been far too much to clean off. He was rather certain ther emight have been a leaf or two in his hair but again he had looked worse...there was hardly any blood on him; that was a change. He wasn't certain but perhaps dirt did not stain as badly as blood.
Flinching slightly as his hand brushed against the silver burn on his neck Maya'ys braclet had caused Rowland casted a glance around teh main hall of the house in search of life.
As soon as the door closed behind him the cat ran to greet him rubbing against his pant leg until it came across the dirt caked to him and then scurried away. The cat was very much like its mum.
"It's not that bad," Rowland muttered defensivley as he tried to brush off the dirt from the under shirt but only succeeded in smearing it more across his chest.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 24, 2010 7:27:35 GMT -4
Marisolla had been slightly more than surprised when Ryden had called to inform her of his visit. Ryden was one of the few vampires that she was thrilled to see. He was, after all, her maker. But he was also the man she had loved for many a year. Deep down, she still cared for him very much, but she'd fairly resigned herself to the fact that he would never see her like that again.
She could have accepted the fact that she had no one to blame but herself for that fact, but she felt there was someone else-multiple someone elses-who deserved the title of life ruiner than herself and that was the good citizens of Salem. She couldn't lie, some of the trouble she'd laid on them over the years was because they had ruined her life with Ryden by their actions so many years ago.
Tonight she was putting a special effort into keep the house perfect and herself more perfect than usual. She'd spent the last hour running a hair straigtener over her hair, making sure it was perfectly straight and silky around her face. Potions worked better for such things, but on short notice she hadn't had the time what with work and the like.
Downstairs, she heard the door open and close. It could only be Rowland. No one else would just walk into her house as if they owned the place.
A split second later, Salem the Cat was in the bathroom beside her, yeowing out a lecture that Marisolla wasn't quite sure how to interpret.
"Is Timmy stuck in the well again?" She asked, turning off the hair device and starting towards the hallway and staircase.
"Rowland, is that you? What have you been-?" Marisolla froze at the top of the stairs. Her child looked as though he had just finished digging himself from a grave. He was a mess, actually, something worse than a mess.
"What have you done?!" She exclaimed. "Look at you! You're a nightmare! Get those shoes off before you ruin the floor! We've got company arriving soon!"
Beside her, the cat's cries mimicked her own. But Marisolla suspected Salem was merely mocking the boy.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 24, 2010 12:00:48 GMT -4
The act of brushing the dirt from his shirt had quickly become more of an epic battle since it seemed the more he brushed at it the more it took to smearing all over. This was what apprently happened when he was trying to be careful about making a mess of himself...he was beginning to think Marisolla was justified in her view point that he was a mess...but in his own defense he did not go out of his way to try and be one...it just sort of...occured.
"Rowland, is that you? What have you been-?"
"Yes ma'am," Rowland replied as he heard Marisolla making her way across the upstairs hall as he began to brush at the firt with a bit more vigor in order to get as much of it gone before she saw him. He had half been hoping his maker would have been out and then he could have bathed and burnt the clothes and none would have been the wiser.
"What have you done?!"
Apprently he was too late.
Rowland's movements froze and he stared up at the top of the stairs where Marisolla and Salem stood his eyes wide as if he was a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
"Look at you! You're a nightmare! Get those shoes off before you ruin the floor! We've got company arriving soon!"
Rowland was uncertain where to look as Marisolla went off about the state of him. He should have known that the lack of blood but abundance of dirt would not be an improvement. Toeing off his dress shoes Rowland quickly leaned down to pick them up off of the floor as a few leaves fell from his hair and onto the floor...this was going exceptionally poor.
Staring up at Marisolla his shoes now in his hands he took to glaring at the cat who found it amusing to mock him.
"I was hungry..." Rowland protested knowing full well that it would do him little good since apprently every time he ate his wardrobe suffered a loss...and that was only taking into account if he was away from the house.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 24, 2010 21:47:05 GMT -4
Marisolla's mouth hung open and she could simply shake her head. She had never had children when she was alive but she had heard from enough women in the town that whenever you didn't want children to get dirty-really didn't want them to get dirty-they did.
"I was hungry..."
Marisolla sighed in extreme exasperation.
"Apparently we need another lesson in feeding like a real vampire. In all of the Dracula remakes I've seen over the years, I've never seen him come in from a night of feeding looking like a rowdy two year old."
She realized now that the cat's crying had ceased and had left the room. But now he was walking through the doorway, holding his little black hat in his mouth.
"The cat can keep his clothes clean, but you can't?" Marisolla picked up the cat and fitted his hat over his head. "You had to pull this tonight, Rowland? The night my maker is coming?"
Marisolla didn't like the idea of Ryden seeing her with an unput together vampire. He didn't know she had a child. Not that it mattered, one didn't need another's permission to create a vampire. But Rowland was going to be fairly awkward to explain. She knew Ryden's opinion of her was already low and if she didn't have a put together creation, she was sure his opinion would drop lower.
"Please go and get yourself cleaned up-and stay that way. You share Ryden's bond through me. I want him to respect us both."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 25, 2010 0:58:45 GMT -4
The moment Marisolla sighed Rowland knew he was in for it. Whenever his maker sighed it was a general sign that all was not well.
"Apparently we need another lesson in feeding like a real vampire. In all of the Dracula remakes I've seen over the years, I've never seen him come in from a night of feeding looking like a rowdy two year old."
Rowland stared down at his sock covered feet as Marisolla scolded him. He knew she had been over this with him several times and Rowland still could not understand why it was he had a problem with the "dignity" which apprently went with feeding. He had figured out long ago that many thought it occured from his violent turning and never having guidance for several years...but he knew his makers patience could only go so far.
"There is no blood on my clothes...just dirt this time," Rowland protested...hoping that Marisolla did not take notice of the lack of dress shirt.
"The cat can keep his clothes clean, but you can't?"
Rowland glared at the cat; sometimes he truley hated it...and on more time then he would admitt to Marisolla he had thought of what would need to be done for the cat to...vanish. Though knowing the cats dislike of him at times it would find a way to tell Marisolla all about what he had done to it.
Honestly! What sort of twisted cat enjoyed wearing clothes?!
"You had to pull this tonight, Rowland? The night my maker is coming?"
Rowland stared silently back at Marisolla not being able to find the words. He had done his best to keep himself presentable...in his ownd efense he hadn't set about trying to figure out how to ruin his appearance.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know...I..."
Rowland knew that Marisolla enjoyed life just so; a place for everything and everything in its place and at times Rowland worried that there were far too many cracks in him for her to keep him around. He would do anything she asked of him and he tried his best but at times he was worried he let her down more times then not.
"Please go and get yourself cleaned up-and stay that way. You share Ryden's bond through me. I want him to respect us both."
Rowland was going to protest again that he hadn't meant any harm but he knew until he was clean by Marisolla's standards it would do him no good. Carefully makig his way up the stairs and attempting to leave as little dirt and leaves behind him Rowland made his way silently past Marisolla and to the bedroom down the far end of the hall she had given to him when he had searched her out upon her return to Salem.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 25, 2010 7:39:50 GMT -4
"There is no blood on my clothes...just dirt this time,"
"So I see." Marisolla gave another exasperated sigh. She put the cat down and shooed him away.
"This goes for you as well," she commanded the animal, "no messes. I won't have tuna smeared all over the house."
The cat gave a sharp yeow and leapt onto the top of the grandfather's clock in the living room. Marisolla rolled her eyes. Somedays, she wondered what type of a household she was living in.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know...I..."
"And neither did I." Marisolla reached her hands through her hair, scrunching it and the curls returned in no time. She was about to add more when Rowland did in fact begin to head upstairs.
There were nights when Marisolla wondered if she would have turned Rowland if she'd realized what she was doing. In truth, it was nice having her own creation. That was something not a great deal of vampires could say. Some were very good at it, and some were bad. She still felt bad that they had left him in America while they were in England. Marisolla knew that Ryden would have taken the boy in if he had known and made her take responsibility. She hoped now that he realized he had taken responsibility for her creation, and was doing her best to undo the years she had abandoned him.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 25, 2010 17:08:50 GMT -4
Tossing the dirty dress hsoes into his open closet Rowland attempted to keep his anger at bay. It was nobodies fault at all but his won. He was not the well put together who should have been created by Marisolla; he was not like his maker and more times then not he worried that it would become very clear to her that he was not the best child she could have created.
Making way down to the hall bathroom Rowland quickly made a job of peeling off his dirt caked clothes and showering the remains of the forest and a hint of the girl he had killed from his body. He didn't waste too much time as he preferred not to irritate Marisolla any longer. Once he was clean by standards even his maker would be pleased with Rowland amde his way quickly down the hallway and closed the door behind him to change.
It felt as if he stared into the closet for a century attempting to figure out what in the world his maker would find suitable for him to meet her maker. Finally deciding that perhaps whatever he picked wouldn't be suitable he decided to gof or broke and pick what he felt comfortable and confident in.
Pulling on a dark pare of jeans and a dark blue button down shirt Rowland took a moment to check his appearance in the mirror. His striking blue eys immediately took in teh alrge silver burn Maya's braclet had made upon his neck. Touching the still tender skin carefully Rowland realized that apprently his current shirt would not do the trick after all. Peeling the shirt off and kicking it under the bed Rowland opted for a black turtle neck.
Re-evalutaing his appearance Rowland was pleased that the burn upon his neck for the most part was kept out of sight. Pulling open teh door the his room Rowland made his way back to the bathroom and set about fixing his hair. In a way...a way he would keep very much to himself Rowland foudn it rather amusing...what with what they were and the amount of effort they were going through to put on appearances.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 25, 2010 19:25:31 GMT -4
Marisolla had to admit-the Swifer Duster was one of the greatest inventions that the human race had ever invented. She remembered making her own broom, and frankly she never wanted to do such a thing again in this world.
She quickly cleaned up the mess by the door and then set to feeding the cat in his cat posture perfect bowl in the kitchen. She couldn't lie, she stood beside him the entire time incase he might drop a piece of 9 Lives or some ground tuna. But when he finished, he licked his lips and yeowed at her. Marisolla started to pick up the dish, but put it back down. She had a cat, and he ate on the floor. There was no reason to pretend that the furball didn't live here.
Once the manner of cat chow was settled, Marisolla set about wiping a dust cloth over the already perfect house. It wasn't that she or Rowland made much of a mess regarding clutter. She hated clutter, and that wouldn't happen at all. She always saw to it that mail, magazines, books or what other items weren't laying around.
Seeing that the living room was content, she looked up the stairs to see if Rowland was on his way down. She heard him moving, but still saw no signs.
"Rowland, are you almost ready? I don't know when he'll be here, and he said he was bringing people."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 25, 2010 22:46:39 GMT -4
Rowland had just finished his best attempt in Marisolla's "clean up" mission she had set him upon. Eying himself in the mirror he would have to admit that he had done a rather good job at it all considering what he had looked like about 10 minutes prior.
"Rowland, are you almost ready? I don't know when he'll be here, and he said he was bringing people."
Shaking his head and switching off the light Rowland made his way down the hallway and down the stairs toward where Marisolla's voice had come from. She was making a rather large deal of this whole meeting between her maker and whatever company he had coming over with him.
"You are allowing someone to visit without knowing exactly when they will be arriving and with whom?" Rowland asked as he made his way back to Marisolla. When it came to situations within the home and rather in life Marisolla enjoyed having the utmost control of situations and things of the sort. This was odd for her...and there for it was odd as a whole.
"Is this presentable enough?" Rowland asked as he waited for her to either approve of his outfit...or to go back upstairs to change into something else.
Rowland glared at Salem as the cat made its way over to him as if inspecting his appearance itself. he had to make sure Marisolla was pleased...and apparently that the cat was pleased with the way he looked as well...otherwise knowing Salem he would use his jeans as a scratching post...friggin cat.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 26, 2010 7:36:44 GMT -4
"You are allowing someone to visit without knowing exactly when they will be arriving and with whom?"
Marisolla had been smoothing one of the silk throw pillows on the sofa when Rowland's voice hit her. Sighing heavily, she turned to look at him. Apparently, the two of them were going to have to review another season of True Blood to reiterate the maker/child connection.
"If my maker wants to show up here bringing live monkies from Africa with the intent of training them for the next six years right here in this very room, he is more than welcome to do so."
Marisolla informed Rowland. She did not question her maker's decisions, which was why when their marriage had ended, there was really no reason to fight. If Ryden wanted to leave and never come back, that was his choice.
"Is this presentable enough?"
Marisolla waited a moment as Salem investigated the boy. As the cat began to rub against Rowland's ankles, Marisolla decided that the situation was sufficently remedied.
"You look fine. Fortunately you're a vampire and you won't be too warm in a turtleneck in late May."
Humans would have found such a thing odd. If they were leaving the house, she would have protested. Even though Salem wasn't Miami and there was still a faint chill, Marisolla thought the situation might have made humans uncomfortable.
"Fix Salem's hat, please." She pointed to the croaked item on the cat's head before turning back to the sofa.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on May 26, 2010 23:55:21 GMT -4
Rowland's attention snapped from the cat back to Marisolla as he heard yet another sigh fall from her lips; apparently this was not one of his better nights.
"If my maker wants to show up here bringing live monkies from Africa with the intent of training them for the next six years right here in this very room, he is more than welcome to do so."
Rowland couldn't help but laugh at Marisolla's rather lovely example...a laugh he quickly covered up with a "cough" figuring that his maker was rather serious with her example...though six years was an awful long time for training monkeys...not that that was the point...but still.
"Is your maker bringing monkeys...from Africa?" Rowland asked not being able to stop himself...she had brought it up...he couldn't let that one go.
Rowland glared down as the cat continued to rub itself against his jeans...apparently they were waiting for the cats approval.
"You look fine. Fortunately you're a vampire and you won't be too warm in a turtleneck in late May."
"Yeah....it's better if they think I'm odd with the turtleneck apposed to other things," Rowland explained...thinking of the rather nasty silver burn on his neck.
"Fix Salem's hat, please."
"Yes ma'am," Rowland muttered as he bent down to fix the witch hat upon the cat's head...honestly the cat was wearing a witch hat.
"Keep yourself presentable," Rowland mock scolded the cat who had been rather quick to scold his appearance...as much as a cat could do such a thing.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on May 27, 2010 7:24:59 GMT -4
Marisolla rolled her eyes as Rowland made an attempt to hide a laugh with a cough. She had to admit, her reference was a bit much, but she was serious. Ryden could do absolutely anything he wanted-and she was sure that he would.
"Is your maker bringing monkeys...from Africa?"
"I don't know and I don't care. I'm not questioning my maker. So therefore, if we were to separate, I'd expect the same courtesy."
She turned her attention back to the mantel piece, straighting a handful of knicknacks. She enjoyed the blown glass sculptures she'd collected. It was one of the few small things that had occupied her interest other than Salem.
"Yeah....it's better if they think I'm odd with the turtleneck apposed to other things,"
"Indeed. I don't know what species the others are Ryden is bringing with him. Although I can't imagine he would bring humans here unsuspecting without intending that they be eaten."
"Keep yourself presentable,"
Marisolla was about to make a snide comment about how Rowland should not be mocking the cat after his appearance, but immediately following, the cat hissed and was back at her ankles, rubbing on them and purring.
"It's all right," she informed the cat, "it's your own fault, really. That hat was dangling off of one ear."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 3, 2010 22:45:42 GMT -4
"I don't know and I don't care. I'm not questioning my maker. So therefore, if we were to separate, I'd expect the same courtesy."
Rowland frowned slightly; he wasn't fond of the idea of seperating from Marosilla. It had taken him years...literally to find his maker and he had not thought to go back to his life the way it had been before her. His eyes searched hers from across the room and he couldn't help but wonder if she was perhaps reconsidering. But in order to not appear like a child...or the least be paranoid Rowland kept his thoughts to himself...for the moment.
Marisolla did not speak often of her maker and Rowland couldn't help but wonder what had happened but he was rather certain now was not the time...though he could have been mistaken.
"Is the relationship between yourself and your maker...amicable?" Rowland asked as he adjusted the hat upon the cats head avoiding its claws.
Rowland growled slightly at the cat as it hissed and ran over to Marisolla's feet once again; he was rather certain that cat would live a much happier life if it was allowed to eat the flesh off his bones.
"It's all right, it's your own fault, really. That hat was dangling off of one ear."
Rowland looked from Salem to Marisolla and then decided sometimes it was best not to ask.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 5, 2010 21:22:08 GMT -4
"Is the relationship between yourself and your maker...amicable?"
Marisolla looked from her chores to Rowland. She turned from the mantel and the cat to study the boy, before crossing the room to stand before him.
"Had we known what had happened, Ryden and I never would have left you here all alone." She informed him, turning his face to hers. "We would have taken responsibility."
She frowned again as she thought of how twisted the relationship she'd had with Ryden had become. Again, her fault, but that didn't make the situation any easier.
"Ryden is a good man and a good vampire. He was better than what I deserved. We parted ways on a mutual decision that it was in our best interest. We haven't dealt with one another for years, but I assume our relationship is indeed amicable."
She turned her glance towards the windows and caught sight of a hanging basket.
"I forgot to water the flowers. Take a look around the house and see if there's anything you think I'm forgetting to take care of."
Heading to the front door, Marisolla opened it to observe the geraniums which were blooming brightly in their pots. She liked flowers, and she felt she was good at taking care of them.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 7, 2010 14:56:37 GMT -4
Rowland shifted uncomfortably under Marisolla’s gaze as she turned from her chores to study him. He always felt as if he appeared a mess when her careful eyes were upon him…it more than likely came with the fact that more times than not he was a mess.
"Had we known what had happened, Ryden and I never would have left you here all alone."
Rowland shook his head slightly before turning his gaze down to inspect his shoes…there was nothing wrong with the boots but he still felt rather uncomfortable with the current subject. He had spent a long time…an extremely long time with the thought that he had simply been turned and left. He had had no family…no human family since he had torn his father apart and there were no others to keep him company in the woods so he had survived alone and rather rabid for over 300 years…the fact that Rowland could be in pleasant company was a rather new development Marisolla had worked at accomplishing.
"We would have taken responsibility."
Rowland smiled faintly as Marisolla turned his face to meet hers once again.
“I know,” he answered simply. He had indeed been lucky that she had come back at all since the knowledge he knew now was that he was rather lucky that no hunter had stumbled across his messy path in 300 years and murdered him.
"I forgot to water the flowers. Take a look around the house and see if there's anything you think I'm forgetting to take care of."
“Yes ma’am,” Rowland explained with a slight headshake. The house was in a state beyond perfect but even so it was probably a disaster as far as Marisolla was considered.
Casting a glance around the kitchen and livingroom Rowland guessed that everything seemed to be in order and made his way up the stairs to double check the state of things.
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