arabella baudelaire
Taurus ♉
Posts: 13
Age: twenty-five
Occupation: doctor
♡ Status: single
OOC: brindle
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Post by arabella baudelaire on Jun 2, 2013 3:07:25 GMT
The sun had barely risen when Arabella sat down on the same bench she frequented every week. The bench was nestled deep within the gardens of Central Park, surrounded by all sorts of pretty and delicate looking flowers. The flowers’ sweet smell filled the atmosphere, which was just enough to cover the unruly stenches of the dense city air. Since discovering the secluded spot a year ago, Arabella had made it a habit to visit it every Sunday morning and sit down to read or think. It was peaceful and one of the quieter places within the noisy city. Rarely anyone stumbled upon it, at least at the time when Arabella resided there, even for the amount of hours she spent there just reading and thinking. It was the only place she could escape reality for a while.
However much Arabella loved the beautiful gardens of Central Park, she would take Vancouver over New York City any day; Vancouver was familiar and comforting, for her it would always be home. The memories there were sweeter unlike her experiences within New York, which had completely spoiled her perspective of the city. No matter how badly she wanted to forget Sawyer, he would always lurk in her thoughts, and she loathed him for what he had done to her. He had loved her and then he tore her whole heart a part. A piece of her would always belong to him, and there was no way she would ever get it back.
Arabella pushed Sawyer to the back of her mind and flipped open her aged book, Watership Down. It had been her favorite as a young girl and she found herself rereading it every so often; always nostalgic over the childhood memories that came rushing back with it. It was a story of survival, and that’s what Arabella hoped for, to survive. She wanted to survive like the rabbits had, she wanted her heart to be protected from further damaging made by all the hurtful people in the world. That’s why she stopped being so open with people after Sawyer set her insides aflame with his sweet words and harsh goodbye. She sighed because he had once again invaded her mind. Arabella decided against reading the book and set it down beside her; it stirred up too many emotions within her. Instead, she grabbed her also aged copy of Alice in Wonderland which was always a good read even for the number of times she had read it. She plunged into Alice’s world, while Arabella’s reality seemingly came to a halt around her. When she read, it was like someone who was in love, everything else became a blur.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 4, 2013 6:21:12 GMT
Sunday, June 1st.
12:47 p.m.
Central Park.
Not many citizens of Manhattan could claim to enjoy the same hobbies as Mr. Carrington. Though he had been raised engulfed in the glamorous city life, luxuriating on the upper end of Manhattan, Jack never lost himself in it. The parties were intriguing, but more enjoyable to observe. The liquor was hard, but never truly satisfying. The scandals were outrageous, but never his scene. No; Jack was reserved, a quiet man. He was that peculiar neighbor you noticed scanning the streets with a morning glass of wine. He was that professional among the undesired, donating what he had. Jack was the man that everyone knew, but all of Manhattan was a complete stranger to. Jack was an untold story, and an enticing one at that.
Bird watching. That’s how he spent his Sunday afternoon. The firm was closed on Sundays, not as a religious affair, but strictly business. Jack was never clear as to why it was so; it just always had been. Of course, Jack never desired to have it his way. If it were his way, that would imply that the Carrington-Bradford law firm belonged to him - and if one thing could not be in Jack’s possession, he wished it would be Carrington-Bradford. It wasn’t because he disliked the firm; in fact, he loved it. Jack was waiting on a commitment of some sort. There was some empty void there; and only one commitment would fill it. It didn’t seem to him that Carrington-Bradford was the commitment that he so desired to devote his time - his heart - to.
Jack typically didn’t visit Central Park on a Sunday afternoon. Rather, he chose to keep to himself in his Midtown residence. In actuality, hardly - if any - soul new that Jack occupied the Pierre Hotel penthouse. It seemed so unrealistic; however, the millionaire penthouse had never actually belonged to Jack. It had belonged to Jack’s father, William, who donated funds to keep up maintenance while it remained unoccupied, much like he had been doing for a second unoccupied and luxurious estate in Boston. After the penthouse was nearly turned into a tourist attraction by the time Jack moved to Manhattan, it was labelled sold after William bought out the penthouse for his son. The three-story apartment was given to Jack under the condition that he carry on the Carrington-Bradford law firm under his name. Jack wasn’t sure he could keep that promise.
Coming upon his favorite bench, Jack quickly took notice that it was occupied. A young woman was nestled into the bench, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland, something Jack had only had the pleasure of reading as a child. These days, old english captivated him and lured him in the form of college textbooks. Considering this silently, Jack began to question just how dull of a man he might be. Rather than giving up his typical spot, Jack wandered over to the bench with a polite smile. Without speaking, he took a seat only a foot away from the woman on the opposite end, crossing one leg over the other and gazing upwards into the trees.
He observed a robin perched near a second - the two were surprisingly similar in shape and color. The male, as he presumed it was the male, chirped first. The female seemed to be absorbed in the morsel she had dug from the tree bark. Again, the male chimed a tune - this sparked her attention, and she turned to him. They engaged in something peculiar - as the male fluttered his wings, the female did the same. It was a repetitive dance, a mirror, that had Jack convinced it was the beginning of something a bit more involved. That is, until the male retreated. Jack frowned, watching the male flutter away as though frightened, leaving the female to not only have lost her chance, but lost her lunch.
Looking away from his birdwatching after the cowardly flight of the male, Jack took notice of Richard Adams’ Watership Down, a brilliant read. “That was his first novel, you know.” Jack interrupted. Something bold had sparked within him, though the spark died instantly when the woman simply ignored him. Clearing his throat, Jack rested back into his original position. It wasn’t until Jack’s cellphone vibrated from his pocket that he made a movement, clumsily pulling it out of his pocket and jostling it around in his hand. When he finally got a grip, Jack glanced over at the woman who had finally taken note of him. He half smiled nervously before standing, turning his back to her.
“Hello? Yes, I...” There was a brief pause. “Yes. Yes, thank you. I’ll handle it on Monday.”
After depositing his phone back into his pocket, he turned on his heel back to the woman, who still looked at him. Jack smiled sheepishly and nodded in her direction, feeling a warmth on his cheeks. Jack opened his mouth as to say something, but decided against it, and turned away to quickly flee the scene, dropping his wallet in the process.
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arabella baudelaire
Taurus ♉
Posts: 13
Age: twenty-five
Occupation: doctor
♡ Status: single
OOC: brindle
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Post by arabella baudelaire on Jun 12, 2013 4:16:23 GMT
Arabella’s dark chocolate locks danced on the breeze, while fallen leaves stirred on the ground, carried only a few inches from their previous locations. The sun’s rays filtered through the canopy above and onto the bench where she sat, it warmed the chill morning air. She had been buried deep within the world of Wonderland, all of her senses had seemed to cease as she absorbed the words she read. The words seemed to jump off the page and create images around her, as if she were Alice in the story. Arabella had been so immersed in her reading that she took no notice to the stranger who came and sat a foot away from her. It was only when she could sense the movement of the stranger when he crossed his legs did she take notice. Alarmed, Arabella glanced up from her book.
The stranger didn’t seem like one, she noted his friendly face and relaxed position on the bench. She followed his gaze into the trees above where two robins were perched. The corners of her lips curled up into a closed-mouth smile as she watched the two birds interact with each other. The male had approached the female first and so it surprised her when he was the one who flew off and abruptly ended their dance. Arabella slowly blinked as she turned her gaze back to the stranger seated beside her. He had turned back to her too and his face looked extremely familiar. She quickly glanced down at her book after their eyes met, but then slowly raised them as he said “That was his first novel, you know.” He nodded to her copy of Watership Down which acted as a sort of barrier between them. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something but nothing came out. She was so shocked by his presence and his voice that her mind just went vacant. Thankfully his phone vibrated and he fumbled it out of his pocket, and swiftly answered it. He took a glimpse of her once more before he stood turning and spoke into the phone. By the authoritative tone in his voice and the words he spoke, it was most obviously a business call. The man turned back to her after ending the call, Arabella couldn’t let go of the fact that she knew him from somewhere, or had at least seen his face before. As his cheeks reddened, Arabella’s cheeks mirrored his and she glanced at the ground, smiling like a fool. If she hadn’t been staring at the ground she wouldn’t have noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. However, he took no notice because he quickly turned, departing from their short encounter.
“Oh, wait, sir! You dropped your wallet!” Arabella called after him as she set her book down and bent over, retrieving the abandoned wallet from the ground. She then straightened up and crossed the space between herself and the stranger. She held out his wallet to him. Remembering his first words, Arabella finally said, “It’s also one of his best novels, if you ask me. Although I have to admit that Plague Dogs comes pretty close.” She half-grinned, her green eyes lit up as she spoke; she was pleased with the fact that he was familiar with Richard Adams. He had been one of her favorite authors as a child, but not many people seemed to know anything about him. Thinking back to the birds, Arabella realized that birds' mannerisms weren't so different from their own; like the male bird had fled, so did the stranger.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 14, 2013 3:20:19 GMT
Jack almost didn’t hear the woman crying out to him over the sound of his own heart racing. There was no imminent reasoning behind his irrational flee; no reason that Jack could uncover, anyway. Something rooted deep within him caused his stomach to tie into knots and his throat to tighten. It was a strange phenomenon, one that was only familiar to him when he encountered those heart-wrenching apparitions of Charlotte. Today, Jack had chalked up his recent sightings of her to lack of sleep. Now, he was well rested and the feelings persisted. Perhaps he should see a doctor.
Jack turned on his heel at the sound of the woman’s voice - he had caught the tail end of her bellowing. She came dashing towards him with what looked to be a wallet. Perhaps - no, it couldn’t be. Jack stood in unparalleled horror as she passed over the wallet. Jack eyed the wallet for a moment before taking it, wondering just how much information the woman could have gathered. Did she know his name, much like everyone else already had? Did she know his address, having some kind of access to his solitude? Jack’s heart pounded hard and heavy for reasons unknown, and he suddenly felt a bit nauseous.
She had mentioned something about Plague Dogs. Jack blinked, still holding the wallet out before him. Wallet. Plague Dogs. Yes. Jack’s first instinct was to nod, finally coming to a realization that she must have admired Richard Adams’ novel. A small smile played at his lips; he had read Plague Dogs in his college years, but found it too much of an easy read. In fact, it had been one of the many novels that caused Jack to turn to his textbooks for such an extended period of time. Only recently, since his move to Manhattan, has he found himself immersed into the romances of novels once more.
Jack realized that he was still foolishly holding his wallet out in front of him. He pocketed it rapidly before clearing his throat, smiling at the woman. For the first time, he was able to truly get a good look at her. She was very attractive, as many of the women in Manhattan were. Jack was reminded of the woman he met at the bar only a few nights ago; the brown hair and interesting eyes. This woman had an entirely different look about her, something that was pleasing to Jack’s eye. She was so classic, and Jack couldn’t help but admire her to himself. Jack extended a hand, regaining his typical composure. A calm came over him as she accepted it. As the formal greeting went, Jack kissed the top of her hand and offered her a gentle smile. “Jack Carrington.”
The woman didn’t seem to know of him prior to their introduction, giving Jack relief in knowing that she hadn’t gathered any of his personal information. On the streets of Manhattan, a clumsy act such as that could cost someone everything. In Jack’s case, it was his beloved privacy. “I apologize,” Jack stated calmly, hoping she hadn’t noticed his frantic attitude upfront. “How rude of myself not to say hello.”
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