Duncan's Home (Open)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Duncan on March 30, 2009, 01:19:10 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 01:19:10 pm</strong>
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				OOC: New here and wanted to make a post.&nbsp; Looking for a woman to play Duncans new lover.&nbsp; Also others are welcomed to join in as towns people and such.<br><br>Duncan walked into the forrest just outside of his castle, the air was sweet with blood and the moon was full of lust.&nbsp; Duncan keeping looking up at the full moon and began to think back to how he was made.&nbsp; <br><br>1652<br><br>It was a good year for Duncan he and his family owned a large farm in southern Scotland where they raised sheep, and cattle.&nbsp; Duncan would wake early in the mornings so that he could sneak out of bed and run off to the next town to meet with his secrete lover.&nbsp; A married woman that belonged to the local bartender.&nbsp; An old and evil man who worked late hours and never pleased his wife.&nbsp; Duncan was out on night with the barmans wife Rose when they were caught by the lake embracing one an another.&nbsp; <br><br>The old man killed rose in front of him and then turned to feed on Duncan, a vampire was Duncan's last human words.&nbsp; The next night he awoke alone in a dark castle and has been then every since.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 04:23:35 pm</strong>
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				Jocelyn Krux stared the area around her wondering if there might be something to eat in the parts of Scotland. She had been wandering from her car and hoped to find herself at a home to ask for a bit of water even a sandwich. While the new diet she placed herself on was not going to get her through the next few weeks, it had to be in order to keep them off of her tail. After stealing the supply, Jocelyn ran off to hide and find the family who was open to keeping her safe from harm. Now with her car stuck in the mud and thunderstorms looking as if it wanted to soak her to the bone, she hurried to find the nearest town. <br><br>"Damn it!," she cried out as she looked about, screaming for help. She knew she had a good three hour start on her pursuers but having been stuck for a good twenty minutes in the mud, better to be safe than sorry. "Help! SOS!," she called out to anything, hissing as she felt the first strings of her ailment hitting her. No, the diet was supposed to suppress it damn it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 04:32:18 pm</strong>
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				Duncan heard a woman yelling for help, He sniffed the air and moved as fast as his vampire legs would carry him.&nbsp; Within minutes he had crossed four miles.&nbsp; Stopping at the new smell in his woods Duncan used his eyes to search for a trace of body heat.&nbsp; What he saw brought a smile to his lips.&nbsp; It wasn't the amount amount of heat he saw but the lack of it.<br><br>Moving right up to the woman Duncan placed a hand on her shoulder, then stepping away in case she tried to hit him.&nbsp; As she turned Duncan bowed and said "I am Duncan, this is my land may I help you?"&nbsp; Duncan was indeed happy to see this beautiful woman in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 04:46:31 pm</strong>
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				She continued to look around the place and try to find a house. Where the hell was she? There was nothing out here. Nice, she found herself stuck in a place where someone could murder her and no one would notice it over the sound of the thunderstorm. Great, just peachy keen. <br><br>Ah! He almost made her swipe her nails at him which at the moment were cut down to the nubs to prevent her from scratching herself. Jocelyn always had a problem of biting her nails or even spitting out the cut ones towards the floor. Now she wished she had them long so she could keep this male at bay. "I need help, maybe a telephone and a tow truck," she replied, nodding to him. He looked strange to her, knowing there was something off about him but she dared not to know much at the moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 04:53:19 pm</strong>
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				"My home is this way." Duncan pointed behind him.&nbsp; Duncan gave the woman a soul searching look as if trying to see what was behind her eyes.&nbsp; He knew she must be in more trouble then she was letting on but he would take her to his home first.<br><br>Duncan turned as a rain drop fell onto his cheek.&nbsp; turning his head back to her he said "We best hurry the rain is moments away."&nbsp; Duncan allowed his senses to search the area for any more humans out in the woods but came up short, then as he began to walk he asked the woman "are there more of your kind here.&nbsp; I mean more people?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 05:04:34 pm</strong>
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				Jocelyn tried her best to keep her eyes away from him knowing what he could see and wonder about. Her eyes were different from others since the illness started to take her a few years back. Where she once had the tint of green encircling the middle to make up her eye, the green now took over and it was solid green while the rest was white. Doctors were unable to explain why it looked as if she wore all green contacts. Scared her to know that maybe her body was betraying itself and wasting her away.<br><br>Even now her body lurched and wished it had something else in her system other than the small sandwich and water. Water seemed to make the stomach pains go away but it was not going to hold off for too long. While he might try to kill her in his place, she had a fighting chance if she had some food in her. "No, I mean yes, my boyfriend is supposed to meet me at his family's place. He was following my car but he had to take another turn to avoid sheep," she explained not knowing if she needed to fake there being a person who would worry if this man tried to murder her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 05:22:57 pm</strong>
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				Duncan smiled at the woman as they walked deeper into the woods and towards his home.&nbsp; "You have nothing to fear from me young one."&nbsp; Which was true.&nbsp; Duncan had already feed at the first moons light.&nbsp; He was lucky tonight he found three other men in his woods and drained them with ease.<br><br>Lightning was starting to come over them as he pushed past some trees that hid his castle from their view.&nbsp; The lights were still on and he could smell the fireplace going also.&nbsp; Duncan side stepped to allow the woman a view of his resting place.&nbsp; "You will find a phone inside, you may also wait there for your ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 05:30:41 pm</strong>
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				Young one? If he only knew that thought she looked young of body, she felt older than her birth certificate. So many things happened in the course of a year, she felt she experience twenty years of her life pushed together in this year alone. She endured through it all but now she had to find shelter and get away as far as she could before they found her. If he found her, she was dead. <br><br>"Thank you," she merely whispered as she took in the sight of his home. That was not a home. It was a castle and it was grand and beautiful. Could a phone line be installed into that place? Maybe even a wireless connection too? Either way, she needed to find another rental place quickly in order to get out of this place faster. Jocelyn did not need another person's blood on her hands and the sooner she had a ride, the sooner this male was safe from harm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 07:43:37 pm</strong>
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				Duncan managed to say "your welcome" over the thunder and rain that just started to pour down.&nbsp; Putting his coat over her for cover Duncan lead her to the door and opened it.&nbsp; The sound of stone moving against stone filled the air as the door opened.&nbsp; Just as they entered the castle Duncan's showfer stood there and said, good evening master ah I see we have a guest.&nbsp; "Yes, Ben we do see she is dried off and brought anything she needs right now she needs a phone and maybe some dry clothes."&nbsp; Duncan looked down at her her outfit then up to her hair, stopping his gaze at her... eyes! <br><br>Duncan's own crystal eyes stared deep into her for a few moments before turning and leaving the room, the phone is in the library to your left Mrs. Ben told the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2009, 08:37:15 pm</strong>
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				Did he notice her eyes? No, this was not good if he noticed how weird her eyes were and she should have known better than to remove her contact lenses. Since the day she noticed her eyes going whacko on her did she buy contact lenses from the swap meet. Not the best place to buy it but if she bought a prescription there was a chance of her identity being seen on any video in the establishment. At least at the swap meet were stolen merchandise was sold, Jocelyn was secure in the knowledge of her identity never being repeated to authorities. <br><br>"Thank you," she whispered as she headed with Mrs. Ben to grab some dry clothes. What she needed was to get out of the boots she knew were filled with mud and water. Dressed in jeans, crewneck top, boots and her hair pulled back were now a mass of water and mud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 07:36:37 am</strong>
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				OOC:Ben is a man he was referring to you when he said Mrs lol.<br><br>IC: Duncan went up to his room and changed his clothes as he was drenched from the rain and mud the same as his quest.&nbsp; Duncan pulled out a simple suit black suit with a white dress shirt leaving the top button undone.&nbsp; He walked over and sprayed a few drops of his finest colone and proceeded down stairs to wait for his quest to return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 11:41:47 am</strong>
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				Left in a room to change with something looking as if it belonged to the chauffeur's wife, Jocelyn went about dressing for warmth. No matter the clothes were a bit servant type of dress but it was better than nothing at all. Quickly, she dressed in the outfit of the servant's wife though she had not had the chance to meet the other woman. Another thought came that these articles of clothing in fact belonged to the male servant and it would only serve another fascinating thing to know about anyone. "Thank you," she answered as she left the room in search of food with the chauffeur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 12:10:52 pm</strong>
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				Duncan waited at the bottom of the stairs and smelt the woman's sent along with Ben coming. Looking up Duncans eyes widen at the sight of her.&nbsp; Waiting for her to come down he bowed and said "you do seem to become more beautiful with every passing moment.&nbsp; May I ask what your name is now?"&nbsp; Duncan held out a hand for hers so that he may escort her to the dinning room.&nbsp; "I hope you are hungry I had the servants fix some food for us."&nbsp; Duncan smiled and began to walk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 12:51:06 pm</strong>
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				Jocelyn kept her eyes averted from his own knowing she needed to eat in order to keep her illness at bay. After she ate, then would she be able to inject herself and manage her sickness. Forcing herself to eat kept her body from wasting away and injecting the serum kept whatever she had in her body from taking control of her life. Any type of food which was rare and bloody enough helped to stop her from hearing things and seeing items which should not be there. "Thank you," she whispered, not about to give him her name. The better he knew nothing about her, the safer he was from the people who were chasing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 02:15:47 pm</strong>
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				Duncan pulled out her chair at the far right side of the long wooded table.&nbsp; Duncan sat next to her at the head of it, and watched as the servants brought the food in silver dishes placing them in front of her and didn't place any in front of their master.&nbsp; Duncan opened a crystal bottle and poured a deep red liquid into his glass.&nbsp; Placing it down he picked up another bottle and poured the woman a glass of red wine.&nbsp; "Who were you running from back in the woods? Duncan's tone was cold as he added, "I will protect you while you are here but I must know what is going on in your life."<br><br>Duncan sat still and waited for the woman to respond.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2009, 10:15:13 pm</strong>
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				He did not need to why she was running. Besides, she could feign innocence at his words. He had nothing to gain from her and she only needed to keep up the facade to get through this night. "I was not running from anyone. I already informed you, I am on my way to meet up with my boyfriend's family," she stated as she pushed her seat back. She did not have to deal with someone trying to get into her personal business. He needed not to know anything about her and needed to be kept safe from her own secrets. "I need to use your phone," she whispered as she turned from him. The servant of his watched her from the shadows and she moved away, needing to get to a phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 05:51:03 am</strong>
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				As soon as she stood up and moved away from him, Duncan moved with inhuman speed.&nbsp; He was on top of her with his fangs out his eyes black as night. "You dare to think that I can not tell when someone is lying to me?&nbsp; Dare to think there are worse things in the night then myself?&nbsp; I should drain you here and now but as I stated you are under my protection.&nbsp; I will allow you to live because I know you are more then what you seem."&nbsp; Reaching inside he dress coat he removed a cell phone and laid it on her chest. "Make your call." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 08:14:25 am</strong>
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				"Why thank you for your generous thoughts," she muttered beneath her breath as she tried her best not to stab him in the heart with her silver locket. Jocelyn dare not shake or show fear to this man. He had the illness just as much as her and he needed help for it. She took the phone from her chest and started to make a few phone calls. It only took her a few minutes but it took an eternity to secure a line and a vehicle to rent in Scotland. The vehicle would be here in the morning, eight hours from now which was not working out for her. Once eight hours hit, she feared her enemies would be at the front door to this castle knocking down the door to get to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 08:24:50 am</strong>
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				Duncan smiled as he heard her repeat the word morning "are you able to leave in the daylight?" he asked wondering if she was one of his kind.&nbsp; Not many can hold fear at bay when he turns.&nbsp; <br><br>Duncan held a hand out to the woman "if you like I will have a room perpared for you?"&nbsp; At that moment Ben brought in a young woman no more then 22 years old.&nbsp; Master he said holding her by the shoulders.&nbsp; She was dressed in a white gown, nothing on under it.&nbsp; Duncan smiled at her and locked his eyes with hers saying, "Come to me my child."&nbsp; The woman was in a state of a trance as she walked over to him.&nbsp; Duncan placed a hand on the back of her neck and lead her off.&nbsp; Looking over his shoulder he said "care to join me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 08:32:01 am</strong>
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				"Yes, I can," she answered but not revealing that it gave her a sunburn if she did not cover her skin with sunscreen. When she noticed the woman coming forth wearing just a nightgown, she wanted to retch. The woman was an innocent who did not deserve any of this.Slowly, she watched her go to him fearing for the female's life. <br><br>He was a sick monster. A vile and disgusting monster who preyed on the living. Jocelyn was not like him nor would she ever want to succumb to the illness. Vigoursly, she shook her head at him as she backed away. She could not be in this castle with this monster for too long. Her own life depended on being cured from this awful disease. While she was trying to fight her sickness, he was embracing and partaking in evil things. "Stay away from me," she screamed as she headed away from him, the illness helping to move her faster from the servant and from this horrible place. While she hated her disease, it helped her in many ways and one was the speed it took to get away from this man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 09:19:04 am</strong>
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				In a blink of an eye Duncan was in front of her.&nbsp; "I know what you are, you may pertend to be something else but it will take you in time.&nbsp; There are no cures no hiding there is nothing but the hunger, and lust of long life."&nbsp; You will turn one day and when you do..."&nbsp; He smiled looking behind the woman.<br><br><br>OOC: If she turns to look the young woman will be behind her with a small cut on her neck inviting her to feed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 12:54:52 pm</strong>
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				[[PG-13 doesn't really allow naked bits to be shown. You are approved and can have it moved over to another thread]<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 01, 2009, 02:26:28 pm</strong>
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				OOC: My bad didn't think about that I changed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>angelduskgirlcat</strong> on <strong>April 13, 2009, 09:31:27 pm</strong>
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				Hi I'm angelduskgirlcat and you are sir.?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2009, 06:22:56 am</strong>
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				"Hello I am Duncan." He said bowing and places a kiss on her hand.&nbsp; "What brings you to these parts my dear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>angelduskgirlcat</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2009, 09:25:03 am</strong>
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				Just exploring the site a bit more that's all. Nice to meet you Duncan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2009, 09:34:26 am</strong>
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				And it is nice to meet you as well.&nbsp; Enjoy the searchings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Duncan's Home (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>angelduskgirlcat</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2009, 11:58:24 am</strong>
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				I will Duncan.<br>
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