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Short Story
Several hundred years ago, humans were nearly exterminated by Titans. Titans are typically several stories tall, seem to have no intelligence, devour human beings and, worst of all, seem to do it for the pleasure rather than as a food source. A small percentage of humanity survived by walling themselves in a city protected by extremely high walls, even taller than the biggest Titans. Flash forward to the present and the city has not seen a Titan in over 100 years. Until that day.....
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 my hands are golden, my heart is cold [open; 2]

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William Adler

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PostSubject: my hands are golden, my heart is cold [open; 2]   Fri Nov 06, 2015 11:46 am

Wherever Marian went, commotion frequently followed. It wasn't everyday that you could meet with a mystery celebrity face-to-face. It usually went along the lines of "It's a pleasure to meet finally meet you," "Oh, you flatter me," offer hand for a kiss or a shake, smile, next. In other words, more of a waste of time than anything else. Such brief encounters never really offered much of an entertaining distraction. They were endless and shallow and bore William. He still performed through them; most of them. He had to keep his job going somehow.

Sometimes though, said encounters and greetings surpassed certain expectations. Such was the case of the first meeting between Marian Adler and the owner of the mansion and host of the party William was currently attending. In full garb of course. A light satin gown the color of a rotten apple, with a shawl thrown over his shoulders, velvet gloves and flowers in his hair, and a few pinches of perfume behind his ears. A beauty to feast the the crowd's eyes. He wasn't singing today. His "friend" as the man liked to call himself -even though the name still escaped William-, had invited the singer as just that. A friend. A bit different of a friend from the bunch of military police men and other rich folk that currently swarmed the ballroom, talking, dancing, and talking even more.

It wasn't the first, and probably not the last time he would act his part as a female singer outside of the stage. And he liked it. He liked speaking quietly and smiling as far as his cheeks would allow without hurting him. He liked making rich men flustered and rich women jealous. No harm in that, not really. It awakened the butterflies in his stomach from their relatively short sleep and it just felt good. He smiled to greet a familiar face. No, it was from his anticipation. The words whispered in his ear by his escort almost went unnoticed. He knew half the room already -and it was quite the room-, and the rest half he would soon meet without some guy telling him who's who through eye pointing and nodding towards them. Don't be rude. He smiled again and opened his fan in front of his face, hiding it slightly.

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Alan Katlewande


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Join date : 2015-06-23
Age : 102
Location : Mitsuo's closet

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Rank: Captain/Squad Leader
*: Military Police

PostSubject: Re: my hands are golden, my heart is cold [open; 2]   Fri Nov 13, 2015 11:56 am

Ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod
The Military Policeman's heart was beating fiercely, not allowing him to ease up at all. His palms were coated in a thin layer of sweat, and his mouth was dry despite sipping green tea over and over. He was nervously looking around the room for no real reason, occasionally daring to dart his eyes towards his beloved, who had her back turned to him.

Alan was attending some sort of ballroom event. Royals and Military Policemen filled the hall with both their talk and their corruption, but Alan didn't mind - not now, at least. He wasn't even sure what his mission was. It was all such a blur~ one moment, his official was asking if anyone was willing to volunteer for some mundane task, but when Alan heard the ballroom's name, his heart skipped a beat. He knew the famous Marian was supposed to attend this event. Alan always kept note of where she was and where she was going to be. He knew people would judge him for some sort of creep if they knew, but luckily he didn't tell anyone about his secret admiration for the mesmerizing singer.
And so, he signed up for the mission, and found himself here about an hour later. He wasn't sure even what he was meant to do, but it was probably something like protect one of his superiors, or stay on guard, or whatever. Alan couldn't concentrate at all - on anything except the beautiful woman in front of him.

I'm going to do it. I'm going to talk to her. I'm finally going to REALLY meet her for the first time he told himself, as he built up the courage. His head was spinning, despite the fact he never drank. He set his tea down upon one of the tables, and slowly crept up to the woman, who still was not facing him.
He was suited in official Military Police gear, but he made sure to shine his boots and brush his hair before attending. He felt he looked rather sharp, with his scarf and glasses and everything. That being said, his looks didn't matter if he was going to goof things up.
He finally walked up all the way to the lady that stole his heart ever since he heard her. Her escort was eyeing him suspiciously, but kept his silence.
Alan finally mustered up the courage and tapped the fine lady on her pale shoulder.
When she turned to face him, Alan lost his tongue and started to mumble. He was simply too lost.
"I-I, er.. n-nice to be meeting you, here, tonight, milady." he managed to babble out, his face turning red.
He goofed things up.
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