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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 7, 2010 22:03:46 GMT -4
Marisolla paused in the doorway, waiting to see that Rowland was content with how the conversation lay. Since he seemed to move about his chores with no further question, Marisolla shrugged and picked up the watering can which was on the front porch.
A yeowing from the living room caught her attention, she turned to see Salem washing his face in the doorframe.
"Go upstairs and help Rowland. Or keep an eye on him, whichever you see fit." She dismissed the cat with a flip of the wrist. The cat gave another yeow.
"No one invited you outside!" She called, hearing the sound of four feet scuttle up the stairs. There were days when Marisolla realized that she was in fact talking to a cat, but Salem was a good cat and he was intelligent. She'd trained him well. If something ever happened to him, it would be quite the trick to retrain him.
Marisolla took a step back and examined the old house's front porch. She was glad it was dark and the furniture wasn't visible. She didn't have the time to clean it up, even if the furniture was less than six months old, she was sure that it hadn't been throughly scrubbed in at least three days.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 7, 2010 23:26:11 GMT -4
Rowland casted a look up and down the hallway not exactly sure what he was supposed to be fixing that could be out of place but just the same he looked. Nearly tripping as a blur of black ran through his legs and down the hallway Rowland glared at Salem as the cat made his way down the hallway almost as if it was inspecting the rooms Rowland checked on.
"Bloody cat...," Rowland muttered as the cat scratched at his ankle upon seeing a sock in the hallway bathroom. Grabbing the sock and making his way into the laundry room Rowland shoved the sock into the washing machine where some of his other clothes sat and he glared at Salem who now sat upon the dryer meowing at him.
"I'm not doing all the clothes now," Rowland snapped shoving the cat into the open washing machine before making his way back down the hall.
The cat would no doubt come tearing down the hall complaining once more but Rowland couldn't be bothered to care as he made his way into his room and grabbed the rest of the clothes he had pulled off and took them into the laundry room shoving them down into the washing machine before shutting the lid and turning the machine on.
Making his way back down the stairs Rowland failed to notice the loud thumping coming from within the washing machine.
"Everything is in its place..." Rowland called to Marisolla before he sat upon the couch his eyes staring into the empty fire place.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 8, 2010 7:25:55 GMT -4
Marisolla replaced the watering can behind a wicker chair. She stepped into the house and surveyed. She wasn't pleased. If she could have, she would have brought in a cleaning crew to scrub every wall in addition to all furniture. She felt as though the cat had shed all over everything in a span of twenty minutes.
"Everything is in its place..."
"Good." Marisolla had heard Rowland start the washing machine, which she wasn't overly thrilled about because felt as though the sound indicated the house was not in perfect order. But with luck, it would be done by the time Ryden arrived and she would forbid Rowland from starting the dryer.
Pacing for a moment in the hallway, Marisolla looked about for the cat. He was nowhere to be seen for the moment. This was highly unlike him, because if he didn't have something to whine about, he would have been curled up leaving fur on a piece of furniture.
"Where's Salem?" She asked, turning look at Rowland for an indication of where the animal might have gone to. "Did he go upstairs with you? I know he didn't go outside."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 8, 2010 7:42:34 GMT -4
Once Marisolla returned into the living room Rowland's eyes snapped from the fire place back to his maker. She was making a rather big deal of this visit...should she ever move off without him and decide to come back to visit she would no doubt be highly disappointed in the state of his house as he wasn't much of a cleaner.
"Don't pace it makes you appear nervous," Rowland pointed out to her as he noticed her pacing in the hallway.
This was an extremley big deal for her; here was hoping it all went to plan. Or at least what was within Rowland's power went to plan or Marisolla might actually strangle him.
Pulling out one of his books from the shelf Rowland sat back down upon the couch. He didn't see how there could possibly be anything left for them to do and since any questions he might have had would only stress Marisolla out currently he kept the filed away for a later date. It would not surprise her that he had questions; Rowland seemed to always have questions.
"Where's Salem? Did he go upstairs with you? I know he didn't go outside."
"He was upstairs playing feline inspector," Rowland muttered as he fished out the page he had last left off of.
In truth he was rather surprised that the cat hadn't gone screaming back downstairs to Marisolla to complain about something or another; it was the cats way after all...or at least it was in regards to Rowland.
"Perhaps he's sleeping...or re-adjusting his hat," Rowland added with a smirk.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 8, 2010 7:53:24 GMT -4
"Don't pace it makes you appear nervous,"
He was right. As much grief as she gave him from time to time, the boy was right on this one. Marisolla stopped, folded her arms over her chest and looked at the stairs. Maybe she'd change clothes. She wasn't sure she really liked this outfit. Maybe it wasn't appropriate.....
And then she noticed a water spot on the sleeve of the blouse and it was cemented-the outfit had to go.
"He was upstairs playing feline inspector,"
"As he should have been, it's his job." Marisolla tried hard not to let the spot on her shirt stress her out, but it was too late and the mark was weighing on her mind. "Perhaps he's sleeping...or re-adjusting his hat,"
Marisolla literally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her nerves were already fried and now Rowland was pushing them further even if he didn't necessarily mean to.
"I'm going to change clothes. I cannot possibly wear this shirt."
Now she heard something else, the washer was mading a thumping sound she had never heard before. If it was breaking-tonight-she was going to go through a window and not in a good way.
"Go upstairs and turn off the washer. It's making a strange sound and the last thing I need is for the thing to break tonight and spew suds all over the upstairs."
She started up the stairs and towards her own bedroom, worrying what exactly she would wear now that this shirt was ruined.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 8, 2010 9:35:59 GMT -4
"As he should have been, it's his job."
Rowland rolled his eyes slightly and re-focused on the book.Awesome; he had a cat as a babysitter.
As Marisolla took in a deep breath he could tell he was pushing his luck so it was best he stayed silent. He had in the short time he had been with marisolla figured out when it was time for him to stay silent and when it was ok to speak up in regards to matter. Now was not the time.
"I'm going to change clothes. I cannot possibly wear this shirt."
He was about to protest that there was nothing wrong with the outfit she was wearing but again she knew what she wanted to wear for her maker and what she didn't so again Rowland took the high road and kept his silence on the matter.
"Go upstairs and turn off the washer. It's making a strange sound and the last thing I need is for the thing to break tonight and spew suds all over the upstairs."
"Yes ma'am," Rowland replied as he shoved the book back into the shelf and amde his way up the stairs tot he laundry room. It wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if the machine were to break; the last time an appliance had broken he had gotten a free meal...though of course then Marisolla had had to call another repair man since he had attacked the man before he had fixed the oven.
By the time Rowland made it into the laundry room the thumping inside of the washing machine had gotten much louder and the whole machine was shaking back and forth rather violently. The machine was definitely on its way out. Wrenching the lid open Rowland's eyes went wide and he staggered back as the on top of the clothes within the washer was Salem's lifeless body the neck clearly broken and the cat long since drowned.
He had killed her cat..........she was going to murder him!
Rowland's eyes went from the washing machine back down the hallway where Marisolla's room was nestled; he was a dead man...or well dead again since he was technically dead to begin with.
He couldn't hide this; there was no way to hide a cat in the washing machine...there was no way to hide the fact that Salem was dead in the washing machine. He didn't want want tot ell her he wanted to slam the lid down and walk away...perhaps that was an option...perhaps closing the lid and packing was a perfect option. But he couldn't do that to Marisolla...he had killed her cat...she should know...as much as Rowland would prefer she didn't know. Taking a breath a closing the lid Rowlnad straightened his shoulders.
"MARISOLLA!"
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 8, 2010 12:48:11 GMT -4
In her bedroom, Marisolla put on a blue and cream print top and examined herself in the mirror. She tied it behind her back and smoothed it down. She knew she wasn't, but she really hoped it looked chic and not fattening.
She heard Rowland come upstairs and then the God awful banging that was the washing machine shut off. Marisolla breathed yet another sigh of relief and determined she had breathed more in the last twenty minutes than she had in 200 years.
"MARISOLLA!"
"Oh Rowland! What now?!" Her voice was beyond exhasperated. She didn't know what could possibly be wrong now, but whatever it was would just pissed her off now.
"Rowland, it is a washing machine. I don't understand the difficulty that you seem to suddenly-."
Marisolla walked into the room, and then froze. The lid standing open revealed a cat-or rather what had once been a cat-HER cat.
"Salem!" The word came out of her mouth in a hiss as she swept over to the machine, staring wide eyed in at the corpse.
The cat had not put himself and clothing into the machine-and then turned it on. That would require a human's assistance. And since she hadn't done it-.
"What did you do?!" She grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him back against the laundry room's wall. "You couldn't put up with the cat so you had to kill it???!!! What were you thinking???!!!!"
Her immediate reaction was to throw the boy out-possibly literally since the window was right behind him. But for the split second, she was so paralyzed with anger she could do nothing except hold onto his shirt and glare at him. Marisolla felt her eyes burning into the boy's face. He had better have a damned good explanation for this.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 9, 2010 0:02:50 GMT -4
Rowland regretted calling for Marisolla the moment her name fell from his lips. Before she ever made her way into the room he could feel her anger. He knew this was important for her; an important evening maybe just maybe he could hide the fact that the cat was dead until after her maker had left...but then she would no doubt notice the glaring fact that her cat was nowhere to be found when Salem had a tendency to be everywhere.
"Rowland, it is a washing machine. I don't understand the difficulty that you seem to suddenly-."
"Marisolla...listen to me I-"
"Salem!"
...This was going to be extremely bad. He should have taken the closing the lid and packing route; there would no doubt have been a lot less blood going about things in that respect.
"What did you do?!"
"Marisolla please I can..."
Rowland was taken aback as Marisolla grabbed him by the short collar and slammed him against the wall. He flinched out of response of the anger he could feel literally pouring off of her. He was rather certain he had never seen her this angry...not at him. He had gone to far this time and he hadn't even meant to; he had pushed her hard enough that there would be no going back for him.
"You couldn't put up with the cat so you had to kill it???!!! What were you thinking???!!!!"
Rowland stared open mouthed back at Marisolla attempting to find the words he needed as her eyes burned back at him. There was nothing to say though nothing which would bring her cat back and nothing he could do which would make their current situation normal...or well as normal as any such situation in regards to vampires eve was.
"I didn't kill him...I hated him but I didn't kill him; not on purpose.. I swear; I swear Mary..."
Rowland's voice fell silent as the name of the man he knew when he was a boy fell from his lips. He had not called her that not since he had been a boy several years prior; long before he had been the creature he was currently...the one she had turned him into.
"I didn't kill him on purpose...I thought he would have gotten out. I swear I didn't mean to kill him," Rowland whispered his eyes staring back at his maker though in truth he would have given anything to look anywhere but into her anger filled eyes.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 9, 2010 20:08:27 GMT -4
Marisolla was trying to avoid killing the boy. Unfortunately, the only thing that ran through her head was the fact that she was the boy's maker and since she had brought him into this world, she could take him out.
But on the other hand, Marisolla was a reasonable vampire, and she knew that decreasing her kind's numbers was not a smart idea. She would need Rowland, and a part of her might miss him if she did take him out right now.
Besides, she knew that Salem couldn't live forever. And she had a plan.
"I didn't kill him on purpose...I thought he would have gotten out. I swear I didn't mean to kill him,"
"Well," Marisolla let go of Rowland's collar, "it's a good thing I had a plan for his death. But you had to pull this tonight?! We will have to call Ryden and see if he isn't willing to reschedule his visit for tomorrow. You had best hope that this isn't a too terrible a trouble on him. Now bring the cat. I'm going to call Ryden. I'd ask you to do it, but now I'm not sure that could be managed."
Marisolla stormed out of the room and downstairs. Grabbing her cell phone from the table, she punched up Ryden's number.
"Ryden, it is Marisolla. I am so sorry to be a bother with your visit being so important. Do you think it would be possible for you to drop by tomorrow evening? I've had a bit of an issue come up and I need to run an important errand to solve it."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 10, 2010 7:47:45 GMT -4
Rowland's bright blue eyes stayed locked upon Marisolla; he had never seen her this angry in teh time he had known her...or well she had never been this angry in regards to him and he couldn't help but wonder how easily such anger could turn to violence.
"I'm sorry..." Rowland whispered once more hoping somewhere past the anger Marisolla would hear him; it would be rather incovinient to die....again.
"Well, it's a good thing I had a plan for his death. But you had to pull this tonight?! We will have to call Ryden and see if he isn't willing to reschedule his visit for tomorrow. You had best hope that this isn't a too terrible a trouble on him. Now bring the cat. I'm going to call Ryden. I'd ask you to do it, but now I'm not sure that could be managed."
Rowland stared silently down at his feet as Marisolla's words cut through the air. He was going to need to figure out a way to make this right for her...or well at least work on making soemthing right for her because even a blind man would be able to see her anger.
Taking a rather un-needed deep breath Rowland looked down at the cat corpse in the washer as he heard Marisolla storm down the stairs in the hallway. Grabbing a laundry basket and a towle Rowland fished out the cat corpse and placed it into the basket and covered it with another towel...he would probably get in trouble for excess towel usage but he was alreayd digging himself into a hole of epic size.
He carried the basket down the stairs trying not to focus on the fact that Amrisolla had mentioned she had a plan for if Salem died...his makers plans were rather terrifying at times and he wasn't sure this one was going to be a walk in the park. He thought about setting the basket upon the livingroom floor but then the water would have leaked upon it and...Rowland stuck to holding the basket not really feeling the need to enrage Marosilla any more then he had already done.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 10, 2010 22:02:23 GMT -4
He was sorry-or so he'd said. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Marisolla was sure that the boy would be even sorrier that Salem had met an untimely end when he saw what she had planned for the cat. And it did not involve a tooth pick cross and shoe box.
Fortunately, Ryden called her back nearly immediately to tell her that tomorrow night would be fine. But tomorrow night was his absolute latest. That would be fine. Her plan would be resolved by then.
Rowland was now downstairs, toting the cat's corpse in a laundry basket. And the cat appeared to be wrapped in several hundred towels.
"Really, did we have so many towels to spare that you had to use them all on the cat? I suppose I'll have to do the laundry when we get home because apparently you get mixed up as to what should and SHOULD NOT go in the washing machine."
Marisolla opened the front door and glanced down the street. Salem was a walkable city, but they needed to go to the edge of town. They'd drive.
"And for reference, the cat DOES NOT go in the washer. Now bring him and get in the car."
Marisolla grabbed her car keys, a shovel from the front porch and a talisman she was particularly fond of for such events. She'd need a bit more magic tonight to assure this went off as planned.
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 11, 2010 1:05:56 GMT -4
"Really, did we have so many towels to spare that you had to use them all on the cat? I suppose I'll have to do the laundry when we get home because apparently you get mixed up as to what should and SHOULD NOT go in the washing machine."
Rowland was about to protest that he had only used a few but he knew that it really wouldn't make a difference; anything he did or said currently woould not be what he needed to do or say so silence was no doubt the best course of action. His eyes narrowed thought slightly...had she said "we?"
"And for reference, the cat DOES NOT go in the washer. Now bring him and get in the car."
Glaring down at the cat in the basket adn then towards Marisolla Rowland was not at all pleased where with these events had begun to go...what in the Lord's name were they about to do? And how was it that even dead Salem still managed to be a pain?
"Marisolla..." Rowland muttered as he followed his maker into the night; laundry basket with cat corpse in tow.
"Marisolla...perhaps it would be best if I did not accompany you," Rowland explained glancing back towards the house.
Yes he had killed the cat...but he hadn't been fond of it and he was apologetic only because it had angered Marisolla entirley too much for him to be ok with. It would no doubt suit the scenario better if perhaps Marisolla and her dead cat spent some time alone...and the presence of the shovel was a clear indication that Marisolla was intended for Rowland to serve some sort of purpose...one he really wasn;t wanting to have any part of.
"Salem is dead and I am truley sorry for upsetting you and your makers plans...I think maybe it best if I leave you to your..." Rowland wasn't exactly sure what soembody did when an animal died but they had to do something.
"Your...thoughts."
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 11, 2010 12:57:09 GMT -4
Marisolla loaded the items she had lifted into the car and turned to face Rowland. Looking at the boy, she opened the back door to the car.
"Marisolla...perhaps it would be best if I did not accompany you,"
"No Rowland, you'll be accompanying me." She pointed inside of the car and then to the basket he was holding. "Put the cat in the backseat and then get into the front yourself."
She had a plan Rowland would not believe, and she doubted that he would like.
"Salem is dead and I am truley sorry for upsetting you and your makers plans...I think maybe it best if I leave you to your..."
"Rowland," Marisolla got into the driver's seat, "I don't need to be alone with any thoughts. I have actions. Actions will solve this problem. Don't doubt that. Now come on."
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Post by Rowland Cantwell on Jun 14, 2010 21:43:03 GMT -4
"No Rowland, you'll be accompanying me. Put the cat in the backseat and then get into the front yourself."
Rowland frowned as Marisolla continued to explain this plan of hers very much included Rowland...that had not been part of his plan at all and he was beginning to think whatever it was his maker had planned he was going to be a fan of. Glaring down at the towel covered cat corpse he had to supress a growl.
"Rowland, I don't need to be alone with any thoughts. I have actions. Actions will solve this problem. Don't doubt that. Now come on."
Burying the animal would be the plan of a normal person...Rowland knew without a doubt that they wouldn't be simply burying the cat and that would be that....he knew better.
"We simply need to bury him..." Rowland muttered as he shoved the basket into the backseat and against his better judgement got into the front seat.
This could be of course Marisolla's plan to kill him; maybe just mayeb she itneded to bury the cat and him all at once...two birds with one stone and what not.
"I can manage burying him on my own if that is what you are worried about," Rowland explained attempting to fish as to what in God's name his maker was up to. Only Marisolla woudl be able to turn a dead cat into a mystery...one Rowland was certain he was not going to like.
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Jun 15, 2010 21:09:57 GMT -4
Marisolla turned on the car's engine and waited patiently. Rowland did complete his tasks properly. That pleased her.
"I can manage burying him on my own if that is what you are worried about,"
"Rowland, darling, anyone can bury a dead cat. I could pay the neighbor boy to do that. But it takes real skill to bring a dead cat back to life. And that's what I'm here for."
Marisolla turned the car out of the driveway and started the drive out of Salem. Heading towards the town's outskirts, she drove passed what had once been the old Hanging Tree. It was a tourist attraction now, of course. Everything about her evil past was now a tourist attraction in this stupid bedroom town.
Turning down a nearly deserted side street, Marisolla headed further into the darkness.
"I'm surprised you haven't heard of where we're going, Rowland. You might have heard whispers in childhood of this from the local Indian tribe stories. Think hard. Does the Micmac burial ground sound familiar?"
**O/C: I may have to edit this post, I can't recall the exact Indian burial ground name and google is not helping**
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