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(Due to character limit restrictions, this is in two posts.)
Tamah sat in her private rooms, writing in her diary. She had a sitting room and bedroom to herself, that were exclusive to herself alone, apart from anyone she might invite to her rooms. Tamah wrote in her diary every day; the diaries of former Ladies were treasured and read by the sect members, just as hers would one day be, and stored in the headquarters' library for easy access as well as being transcripted on to discs to be accessed via computer. Tamah looked idly at the calender, and smiled to herself as she realised that the Beast's 20th birthday was coming up, meaning that another maiden was to be taken. She would instruct her most trusted High Priestess in the taking of the maiden, and the ritual would begin anew. Tamah would officiate over it, revelling in her power as The Lady, watching as another girl was given the chance to either become a woman of great importance, or just dry ash on the wind. She herself had been given that chance, and had become the heir to the Lady who had ruled when she had been taken. This new girl however wouldn't have such a good role; but the role of High Priestess should be good enough for the girl, if she were lucky enough to pass her test. ~~~ Zack sat in his own private room, which was as different from the rooms of The Lady as night was from day. His room had no furniture in it at all, tho it was luxuriously carpeted, and had a dog bed in one corner with a water and food bowl in another. For years, this life was all that he had known, and he hadn't known any different; ie, that there was another world outside of this one. That ignorance had been shattered on the day that he'd first seen television, and discontent had set in, cumilating in the ritual that had taken place when he was aged 13 and everything that had gone with it. Zack longed to escape, but there was no way that he could do such a thing; he was doomed to stay here in this role til his death, then a new baby would be stolen away to face the same fate. The cycle would begin again, and there was nothing he could do about it.![]() |
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Name: Isibel "Izzy" Petiot
Age: 23 Position: Heir Bio: Isibel was a former maiden as well, and kidnapped from a movie theatre when she was 15. She passed the test only due to birth control pills she'd been taking for a few years, and now is the heir. While at first she hated Zack entirely, the years passed and she wasn't able to hold a grudge against him anymore; she's also been rather nervy about being the heir and isn't sure if she wants to be the next Lady. She spends most of her time reading fiction books, and has been trying to convince Tamah to let her go to college to pass the time; however, her reading is hampered because she's mildly dyslexic. She can read most words on her own, but longer words give her trouble. Name: Lennox Brown Age: 22 Position: Regular Priest Bio: Len's family has been in the cult for half a century, but he isn't proud of it in the least. However, at the behest of his mother and father, he worked hard to become a priest. He spends a little of his time keeping Zack comfortable, and is able to get him to talk a little bit; however, he's been extremely careful about it. He spends the rest of his time drawing and keeping the regular members in order. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a very nervous, hesitant knocking on Tamah's room door, and it cracked open just a little bit, a green-blue eye peeking in. "My Lady, could I come in, please?" It was Isibel; she was having trouble reading one of her books. --- Lennox opened the door to Zack's room, carrying a pitcher of water in one hand and a plate in the other. He looked rather frazzled, and was looking over his shoulder into the hallway. "Crazy people." He shook his head and walked over to the corner with Zack's food and water bowls in it. "I got you some eggs today, took me ages to get into the kitchens though." Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer. Av by Miranda_
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"Someone set the stove on fire last night, they're still scraping everything off." Lennox set the pitcher and plate down and picked the water bowl up, cracking a window open and dumping the water out before setting it back down and refilling it with water.
Isibel walked in, shutting the door, and she walked over. "Um, I'm having trouble reading this again. There's more words I can't read." She looked sad. Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer. Av by Miranda_
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Name: Tabitha "Tabby" Burne Age: 16 Position: The kidnapped girl. Bio: A relatively smart young girl going to a convent school. Her father writes sci-fi and fantasy novels. She's a bit of a loner, a complete prude and teetotaller. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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"But then we'd all be dead. Sort of. And crispy. I hate being crispy, nasty feeling." Lennox shut the window. "Need anything else, Zack?"
"Thanks." Isibel sat next to her and opened the book and pointed to the words she was having trouble with. The words were 'vampire', 'teeth', and 'antidisestablishmentarianism.' Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer. Av by Miranda_
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"Not at the moment. And sometimes I think I'd rather be dead than be here." Zack was dreading what would happen once he turned 20. Once was bad enough; he had found out years ago that the previous Beast had committed suicide. Apparently, that was a regular occurance; there weren't many who lived out their entire lifespan.
Tamah patiently helped her adopted daughter with the long words. ![]() |
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"Thanks, m'Lady. I really don't like bothering you with this."
Lennox winced. "I know." Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer. Av by Miranda_
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