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Marcel Fosset

"In a world were lies become reality and reality consists of lies, where the chessboard is flipped upside down and each player turns crimson... we must all fight our own survival."

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a character in “Appaloosa Plains: The New Start”, originally authored by Gladis, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Basics
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Month of Birth: December
Career, Academy, University: Academy
Theme: Lacrimosa

Personal
Family: Anna Fosset(Mother-NPC), Adrien Fosset(Uncle-NPC), Christopher Ward(Uncle)
Wealth Status/Class: Upper
Sexual Orientation: Has shown no interested in anyone so far.
Personality: You think you have seen spoiled brats before? Well then, Marcel is going to give you quite the awakening call. Marcel is academically an extremely intelligent boy, and in many areas he surpasses even well educated adults. However, his intelligence gives him two possibly not so positive traits. He is arrogant and often bored. Starting in a normal seventh grade now, Marcel will be highly under stimulated and most likely do nothing at school; because he is bored. But also in his free time Marcel often has trouble finding anything which can keep his attention for too long. He is arrogant because he looks down on everyone not of his status, or at those not possessing his level of intelligence. Therefor, he does not easily make friends. Though acting adult in certain aspects, Marcel is very much still a child. He loves coming up with all certain kinds of shenanigans; a way for him to ease his constant boredom. Added to that, he is a splendid actor who will not hesitate to use his adorable looks and false cutesy charm to his advantage; whether it is about achieving something he wants, or getting himself out of trouble. He can sometimes seem cold and unfeeling, even cruel... and sometimes childish and cheerful. His mood shift as the events do, but you can never know if what he says is true, or if he acts like he feels.

Biographic History: ImageMarcel was born into a world of wealth and materialistic things, which followed the life of a French nobleman's son. He lived happily with his parents. Although, both having important and very time consuming jobs; his father was the owner of a confections company which had existed in his family for generations, and his mother was a famous journalist; they always somehow found some time left for their beloved and only son. Yes, what more is there to say? Marcel couldn't have been happier... until that day a few months past. His father was found gruesomely murdered by an unknown culprit, who still today has not been found out. His mother was put in a state of shock and depression, and their relationship become rather strange. Anna could not look at her son, for he reminded her so much of her dead husband, and it broke her heart. So she avoided him, which in turn only made things worse for Marcel in his grief. Seeing what was happening, Marcel's uncle suggested maybe he should take in Marcel for a while and care for him until the lady Anna was feeling better. However, Anna declined and came up with a better idea instead. She did not trust her brother in law enough to leave her son to him, but she did trust her brother. So, going by the excuse that it probably would do Marcel good to see another country than just France and learn more about the world, she sent the boy to his uncle in America... whom he had only heard of but never met or even spoken to. And well... now he is at the airport, waiting for his uncle to pick him up. What will become of little Marcel? And how will he do in Appaloosa Plains? Well, only time will tell.

Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Aqua Blue
Height: 151 cm
Weight: 43 kg
Body Form: Slim

So begins...

Marcel Fosset's Story

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Marcel gazes out the window in sullen silence as the world outside swishes past them. He feels his uncle’s eyes gazing at him through one of the mirrors in the car, though he pretends as though he doesn’t notice. If he showed he knows, he will have to start a conversation, after all. Even if it is just to tell the idiot off, Marcel will still have to speak… and that would make him seem less sullen than he was, or so he decides. Sighing, he leaned his head against the door, shutting his eyes as he places his hands in his lap. Why did she have to send me away in the first place? Surly it wasn’t because she wanted me to see the world. No, that is strange, even for mum… and not like her at all. I hate it here. I hate it. It looks so different from home. All I want is to go back home, to my family, where I belong. Even my other uncl- no. What am I trying to tell myself? Of course I wouldn’t rather stay with Adrien. I never liked him. Not only was he an idiot, but he was a greedy pervert added to it. It wouldn’t even surprise me if he was the one who killed my fa…

ImageThe young lord is pulled from his thoughts as the car pulls up on the parking lot and the manor spreads out in his view. He has to admit that he is ever so slightly impressed; at least to himself. It is of European style, which makes Marcel at least feel slightly more at home. Not only that, though. The estate is big. Like, really big. It looks old and prestigious too. So this is what my mother’s side was made of, he thinks as he admires the walls which were of a beautiful light brown stone and the aqua roof which glimmers under the beams of the sun. The facades have been carefully and skillfully crafted; they are a whole art piece in themselves.

Christopher notices the look on his nephews face, and a smile of mild amusement flickers across his face. “You like it?” he asks as he opens the car door and gets outside, shutting it before walking around the car and opening his nephews car door, holding it open for him. “It is big, though… and takes a lot of time to clean. Needless to say, keeping it is rather expensive… if it hadn’t been in my fathers will that the manor shall remain in the hands of the Ward family… well, I would have sold it long ago,” Christopher muses as the boy narrows his eyes and gets out, folding his arms across his chest and shaking his head.

“Sheesh, my families manor is ten times more artistic, and even larger… Don’t you have servants doing the cleaning for you?” Marcel asks, arching an eyebrow.

Christopher just smiles slightly and shakes his head at his nephew. “I don’t appreciate the thought of having strangers wandering around me home, but it can’t be helped. I do have a cleaning theme coming once every month. The rest I do myself… and of course the others of the household help out…” If that only was the case, Christopher thinks and sighs before waving the man clad in black who has been standing by the door all the while over. “And I do have my butler… though he does not truly tend to most of the cleaning. I don't consider that to be his duty…” he smiles before turning to the rather elderly looking butler, “Jonathan… please help us unpack the car and bring my nephews baggage in, will you?” Christopher asks.

Jonathan smiled and nodded his head. “Of course, my lord,” he replies and opened the luggage.

Marcel watches in boredom as the bags are carried inside and all the way up to his room. He watches, but makes no move to help. Why should I? He thinks, It is not my job. If uncle had been wise enough to hire more servants in the first place; he wouldn’t have to carry the bags himself. Besides, I’m fragile and I will not even deny it… denying the truth is for fools who cannot face reality, withdraw in their dream worlds and chose to close their eyes.

ImageThe young lord steps into his new bedroom and lets his eyes wander around, touching everything. A small smile flits across his lips and he has to admit; he likes it. However, before his uncle has a chance to notice it this time, he lets the sullen look take over again. “I’m hungry…” he says when everything is done and only the boy and his uncle are left in the room. Christopher pauses and turns to look at him.

“Breakfast will be served in an hour, Marcel… please be patient,” Christopher starts and then sighs as a look of big disappointment crosses the boys face.

“I don’t want to wait, though… there must be something to eat here, no?” the boy asks, jumping down from his bed before smiling at his uncle sweetly, putting his hands behind his back, “pleeeeeeeaaaaaase?” He asks softly, an especially boyish look flashing across his features, “you wouldn’t want to refuse your sweet little nephew, would you now?” he continues in a somewhat childish voice, gently tugging his uncles sleeve as his eyes sparkle, almost as if he will start crying any moment.

Christopher sighs as he gives up and gently ruffles his nephews raven black hair, similar to his own. His hair color and eye color are the only things that really remind him of the Ward family. The rest of his nephews apparel traits he must have inherited from his father. “Very well, child… I believe there should be some sweets hidden away in a cupboard or something… if you want them, go and look for them and see if you can find them yourself,” Christopher says with a slight nod of his head. They should be there, unless Crisella found them and ate them up anyways... though I tried so hard to hide them. Oh well.

Marcel grins and hugs his uncle before running out from the room and starting down towards the kitchen. As soon as he is out Christopher earshot, he slows down and his smile fades. “That was easy enough,” he mumbles to himself, “maybe this place won’t be so bad after all... honestly; that guy is far too kind for his own good.”

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Marcel strides down the main staircase, running his thin, pale fingers along the railing, as am ever so small smile crosses his lips once more at the thought of sweets. Say what you want about the child, but he is very fond of those caries creating sugar bombs. When there is only one single step left, he jumps down, landing on the stone floor with a soft thud which brings an even wider smile to his lips. "This is fine wood..." he comments softly before turning dead serious once more as he makes his way towards the kitchen, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

When he enters the kitchen, he is met by a scene he most certainly had not expected to see. There was a girl and a baby. Mother never told me Christopher was married, or has any children... so who is she? Besides, she looks to young to be his wife... and yet, you never know. Some people do look younger than they are... He states mentally, arching an elegant eyebrow. "Bonjour," he says, flashing a small smile; courtesy and nothing more. "I didn't realize my uncle was married..." he tilts his head.

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Crisella's eyes flash to the boy who had entered the kitchen while Ardonel giggled and tried copycatting, "Bojo!" Crisella rolled her eyes at her son as she stood up and scooped him up in her arms.

"Hush, Ardonel." She reprimands, shifting her eyes back to the boy, realizing he is likely the nephew, since he referred to an uncle, which Christopher had warned her about. Ugh. "Christopher isn't married." and unfortunately pretends like he has no interest in me. She adds on in her thoughts before continuing, "So, you're his nephew? What's your name? Mark? Christopher told me, but as soon as he mentioned your age... I stopped listening and forgot you." A smirk plays ever so slightly on her lips as she speaks. "I suppose that means Chrissy is home, nice to meet you." She giggles softly before placing Ardonel back in his child seat and swiftly flitting from the room to find her Christopher without even attempting to wait for the pre-teen's response.

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Marcel listens to her reply, arching an eyebrow and folding his arms over his chest before shaking his head and not even bothering to reply, as she is already gone. He has already decided that he doesn't like her. Her arrogance somehow... reminds him too much of himself. It is sickening; like looking into an older and more feminine mirror of oneself. Shuddering at the thought, he also decides that she most likely is annoying and somewhat stupid. She is defiantly not a person he likes, and he does indeed wonder what she is doing here. Shaking his head, he makes his way towards the cupboard, now and then glancing uneasily at the child. He doesn't like little kids. They make him uneasy as well...

***

Christopher sits in his study, working on his next English lesson a few days ahead as he listens to music. Nothing exciting, really; Beethoven. But, even if it is nothing for most teens these days, Christopher can't help but love classic music. After all, it is something he grew up with. Sighing after a while, he decides he have to do something else. All this working is slowly burning him out... the life of a teacher is indeed not easy. Shutting the lid of his laptop, he stands up and turns off the music, looking thoughtful for a moment. Shrugging, he starts making his way towards the music room. "Why not?" he asks himself with a small smile, "I seem to have time now anyways..."

Once he arrives, Christopher picks up his violin and starts playing, a soft and sad and yet hope filled tune. It is a song about his life, about his past and about his feelings... all which he thinks will probably be forever unspoken; secrets he will bring with him into his grave... but Christopher doesn't mind. Not right then... for the music is consuming him and carrying him away into a world where nothing ever hurts.

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Ardonel giggles and coos for a little while before getting a mischievous smile on his toddler lips. "Bojo!" He giggles before throwing his bowl with the rest of the cheerios and milk onto the ground and beginning to madly cry.

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Crisella isn't fully certain of where she may find him and he often doesn't have his phone on him in order to find him in the house, so she just sighs and makes her way to his office. He's often in there working... thankfully, she doesn't have him as a teacher anymore. That just made things even more complicated. Only another year and we're legal... She mentions to herself as she pokes her head inside the darkened room. "Ugh, where are you?" She sighs again as she sits down against the wall in the hallway. After a moment, she can hear a lovely, forlorn sound coming from the music room not far off. This discovery makes a smile appear on her face as she jumps up, fidgets with her clothes to make them look perfect, and roams down the hallway to the music room. Silently slipping into the room, she hid in the corner and just listened to him playing the music. However, she shortly found herself drawing out of the corner and sitting next to him in another chair, still listening to its tones and melodies and harmonies.

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Christopher doesn't notice Crisella until he is done playing, which takes quite a while. That is how much the music consumes him. However, once he does he quickly jumps away from her, a slight blush on his cheeks. "What the bloo-" he trails off before she actually swears and pulls himself together, narrowing his eyes as he places his violin back in his case. His expression softens as quickly as it hardened, and he sighs. "Good morning, Crisella..." he says softly as he shuts the violin case but still does not look at her. "Where is Ardonel? Have you fed him yet?" he questions, turning around to look at her with a now calm expression.

***

Marcel narrows his eyes as he watches the stupid child drop the bowl to the ground and the starting to cry. Tch, how noisy. "It is your own fault for dropping it to the floor, kid... you knew exactly what you were doing. Pick it up yourself, kiddo..." he says as he sauntered over to the cupboard where he hopes to find the sweets. As he scans the through the cupboard, he adds. "Besides, it is b-o-n-j-o-u-r," she spells out, "and not whatever yadda yadda you were trying to pronounce..." he trails off and grins as he spots a chocolate box, quickly pulling it out. "Finally!"

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"Good morning, Christopher, love." She grins, after he had finished and jumped a little at the sight of her, before thinking for a moment and replying. "Oh, yes, he woke me up early this morning. He wasn't finished with his breakfast when that Mark guy, your nephew, wandered in. So, he's watching Ardonel for me for a few moments... so I could... slip away." Crisella's eyes brighten as she sweetly smirks up at him before standing and kissing his cheek. I know he feels for me like I do him, but why won't he just let them show. I love him more than anything and I want to be with him and I want him to care about me too. She thinks to herself as she straightens herself once again and fixes her shirt and pants, leaving her hand gently on his shoulder.

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Ardonel begins to scream louder, his intense shrills filling the mansion as he complains of his meal being lost. "Bojo no like Daddy!" He begins screaming and shaking the high chair frantically from side to side, feeling very trapped within its table and chair.

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Christopher stiffens as she kisses his cheek, instantly grasping hold of her wrist and moving it away from his shoulder. "Stop that nonsense, at once, young lady," he said sharply, though yet still somehow gently. "We have had this conversation so often, Crisella... why won't you understand it doesn't work?" he continues, shaking his head as he steps away from her and sighs, "you mean to honestly say you left the poor child with that kid?" Christopher trailes off as he hears a loud scream, shooting her a glare before starting to quickly walk towards the kitchen. "You're unbelievable, Crisella!" he mutters under his breath as he steps into the kitchen to see what is going on.

Marcel is sitting in a chair, munching chocolate; at least it doesn't look like he is the one responsible for Ardonel's outbreak. However, the slight smile of amusement which flits across his lips now and then, still can't make Christopher help but feel slightly annoyed. The baby is crying and his sadist nephew is amused; perfect. Sighing, Christopher carefully picks the child up and out from the high chair, holding him gently in his arms and bouncing him on his hip.

"Hey there, little guy," Christopher coos softly in an attempt to calm the toddler down before he glances at Marcel who now has turned serious. "The baby is crying and you are just sitting there, watching?" he asks slowly, arching an eyebrow of annoyance.

Marcel nonchalantly shrugs Christopher's comment off and stands up, starting to stride out of the room, still holding his box with chocolate. "The baby's not my problem," he muses in a teasing tone, "daddy."

Before Christopher can say anything, the brat has disappeared up the staircase.

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Crisella's eyes immediately fall into a saddened state as she looks towards the floor, starting to respond, but finding herself incapable of saying anything. Christopher... it will work... People aren't having suspicions yet and I've been living with you for over two years now... please... She feels hot tears begin to stream down her face before he even mentions her neglect of her child. She hears her son's screams, but can't find the energy to follow after him to take care of Ardonel. Instead, she allows him to leave before making it to the doorway and crumpling onto the ground, tears now spilling down her cheeks. "You know you love me too..." She whispers to herself as she thinks about everything that is so very wrong right now that she wants to be perfection. "Just a little over a year and it's all legal! Why doesn't he get that and see that we could hide it!?" She cries out sharply, curling her legs up to her chest and crying some more.

~~~

Ardonel coos a little after Christopher picks him up, but still continues to cry, slightly smirking at the negligent Bojo. "Daddy, Bojo a meanie. No like Bojo. Make him leave." He cries, holding tightly to his assumed father.

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Ardonel giggles a little and stops crying out enough to sniffle and look up at Christopher with his big eyes. "Yah." He states, cooing a little as he grabs his feet for no apparent reason whatsoever. "Bojo's brat." He grins and giggles a little more as he stops grabbing his feet and pokes Christopher to be let down to walk over "all by himself."

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After a few moments of crying her eyes out, Crisella is able to regain some control of herself... only to become slightly angered by the situation. Standing herself up, she rushes out of the room, through the halls and starts down the stairs, but manages to trip and run into Marcel on the way down. Fuming, she picks herself up off the ground and looks at the child that got in her way. "Why don't you watch where you're going next time!? You're not the only one that lives in this house, you know!" She yells at him, angrily crossing and uncrossing her arms while glaring him down.

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Christopher laughed softly and carefully set the toddler down, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yes... Marcel might be a brat, but he is still my nephew," he said softly, gently ruffling the toddlers hair. He walked over to the cupboard and started looking through it until he found another package with sweets. Shrugging his shoulders he opened it up and handed one to Ardonel, smiling softly. "There you go," he said gently.

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Marcel walked and then yelped as she bumped into him, causing him to fall to the floor. He paused and glared at her as she started trying to make this look as though it was her fault, narrowing his eyes. "As if this was my fault, you insolent mongrel," he stated, carefully standing up and brushing his clothes and hair back into place, "instead of running around like a blind cow on a rodeo, you should watch where you step. What a nuisance you are," he muttered, shaking his head as he started making his way back towards his room again.

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Ardonel finally settled down with the candy and toddled off by himself to his playroom not far off to eat the sweets and play with his numerous toys that his mother had insisted on getting him. However, she still neglected him in ways with how she became so easily distracted by any little thought of Christopher and such, so her son was bound to make rude comments of the like and smirking, "above others" gestures which would lead to his later problems in life.

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Crisella wasn't in the mood to play games with a snotty child, so she grabbed his arm as he turned to walk away from her, making sure to spin him back to face her. "Don't you dare ever call me a mongrel, blind cow, or nuisance ever again. I know people in this town and I will make sure that your life here becomes a living, fucked-up hell. Do you understand?" She growled, grasping his wrist tighter before twisting it in such a way to put him in severe pain before finally releasing him. Then, she turned to walk away from him, however found more happiness in snapping back towards him and slapping him hard across the face before he could even begin to suspect her next move. Okay, so maybe she slept around too much, but it has certainly payed off for her, right?

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Marcel's eyes narrowed further as she grasped hold of his wrist, spinning him around so that he was facing her. Fragile as he was, it hurt immensely and he had no way of pulling himself free, even if he tried. His expression went dead and he watched her silently as she threatened him. He cried out in surprise and pain as she slapped him across the cheek, a tear starting to roll down his cheek, but other than that his expression remaining the same. "... does it make you feel better?" he asked slowly as he placed his hand over his now reddened cheek. His voice was calm and blank, showing no emotions whatsoever. "Does it make you feel better when you are at loss of which words to use, and must revert to something as vulgar as hitting people?" a slight smile displaying sadness spread across his lips as he tilted his head and dropped the chocolate box to the floor, accidentally. Her slap hurt, it hurt a lot, but he wasn't going to show it if he could help it.

"You can threaten and hit me however much you like, girl... my life already is a sphere of hell, it cannot get much more whatever you do," his voice was still soft, and though part of it was just for show... part of it was how he truly felt right then as well, "honestly... it is sickening," Marcel sniffed, wiping away the tear before shaking his head slightly. She was no better than everyone else; especially his uncle. How often would Adrien beat him when things did not go his way? There was a reason as to why his mother wouldn't let him stay with that uncle. Suddenly Marcel's expression turned sad as he thought of his mother. She had looked so ill when he left... he had a bad feeling about it. A very bad feeling. What if his mother did something foolish? It wouldn't be much unlike her. She was a fool, but she was still his mother. "Now please, may I be excused?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

***

Christopher laughed softly as he watched the child, smiling sadly and tilting his head. It made him sad to see Crisella deserting him like this sometimes, when she otherwise cared about him so much. He knew she was trying her best but... perusing him truly shouldn't be her first objective. She had a child now, and the boy should be more important to her than Christopher. He sighed as he racked his hand through his hair and his thoughts wandered to his nephew. He was annoying, not to mention truly a brat. Yet he couldn't help like feeling as though he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. Christopher did not know what it was, but he was sure it as something. He wanted to help the child too, but wasn't sure how he should be able to do that. He wasn't even sure if he could. Of course the child must have a hard time, even if he didn't show it. His father had died, after all... and shortly after he had been sent to a strange and an entirely different continent. Maybe this was Marcel's way of dealing with things... or so Christopher wished to believe. He really didn't want to think that such a cute little boy truly was such a brat... then again. Crisella was a very cute girl, and she acting a brat more often than not. "This sucks," Christopher said with a sigh.

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Crisella was shocked by his response and weakness to being hit and, no matter what he thought, he had deserved it. She knew that he wouldn't have listened to her words, simply thrown them away and ignored them. At least her hitting him would make him realize that she didn't appreciate him or his words in /her/ home. Well, it wasn't really hers, but she still considered it so. "Listen, Marcel, you can act that you're the poor little child who has been shipped off to his uncle's against his will, but my words weren't about to get your attention because you disappreciate me. However, I don't appreciate you calling me rude names..." She trailed off and glared at him for a moment before picking up the chocolates which he had dropped and shoving them back into his hands. "Hitting you was my way of saying 'stop playing games with me.'" She growled at him, able to see the sadness in his eyes. In all honesty, she did feel fairly awful for hitting him, but there was no way in hell she was about to show him her sympathy in the moment.

Marcel's question shocked her even further as he asked to be excused, and she didn't even respond to it; but, simply turned away and left to continue on to the kitchen. As much as she hated the child, she also knew his pain in being left at someone else's home with whom they were not even close to. Hadn't she had that happen when she was a baby? What about being kicked out of his home? That counts too. Whether he would believe it or not, this little encounter earned him an ally in the sometimes vicious world of Appaloosa Plains.

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Melody shook her head at Chelsea's offer. "Daddy is taking me to see my horsey and then we're going to take him over to Alyssa's for something. I guess she bought him..." She trailed off at the mention of Alyssa buying him off the current owner because she loved Alyssa, but that would mean Darrin would become one of the practice horses for kids who wanted to learn English riding and she didn't really like that idea. It simply was not okay with her to lose Darrin as /her/ horse. "Have fun, though!" She giggled as she began walking back to her room yet again.

"Well, I don't think I do. Have fun with Amber." Will grins as he kisses her back and watches Amber follow her out, shaking his head. He closes the door behind himself before walking into the kitchen and grabbing some leftovers.

Amber obediently followed Chelsea out to the car without making a comment. She could already tell that this shopping trip would be miserable and nothing like those which her mom and her had had. Those had surprisingly been fun because her mom would help her pick out the most darling accessories and shoes to match with the dresses they had bought online together.

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He listhened to her in silence before smiling at her innocently, boyishly. "Oh my, is the lady denying the little child his games? How cruel..." he said with a mischievious glnt in his aqua eyes before turning serious when she didnt repky at his last question and pushed the chocolate box into his hands. He gave her a slight nod of respect; a thing he would not do often and surly would never admit by words, before starting to make his way down the corridor again. Stopping momentarily, though still having his back turned to her, he shifted his head slightly so he was looking at her sideways. "Thank you... Crisella. If you continue working hard, you might just yet achieve your goal," he said softly, smiling slightly, knowingly, as he dissapeared into the library.

Marcel was sat down on the floor of the library, surrounded by books as he red one of them, a bored expression on his face. All traces of his earlier pain and softness were gone, and the spoiled brat was back. "Boooooooooreeeeeeed...." he groaned, tossing the book against the wall and standing up. "I hate this..." he muttered, "It was far too predictable that she would die in the end... so pointless and tediously time consuming." Sighing, he was just about to look through the other book tiltles, as he suddenly hears someone clear his throat behind him.

"Mhm." Marcel blinked and turned around to see the butler standing there, holding a silver plate with a letter placed on it. Jonathan smiled at him apologetically and bowed slightly before saying. "Excuse me for I interrupting, young lord... a letter for you has just arrived. The butler continued holding the plate as he watched Marcel's reaction.

Marcel merely reached out his hand and grasped hold of the letter, wordlessly. He had a slight, bad feeling about what this letter may concern. It was nothing he knew for a fact, but it was one of those hunches you can sometimes get. Nearly holding his breath, he tore open the envelope of the letter and pulled the paper out; it was handwritten in a beautiful and tidy cursive style. Marcel would reckon I've that handwriting everywhere; his perfectionist uncle Adrién.

As he read through the latter, his expression went graver and graver; not to mention all color draining from his face. When he was done, though his expression went emotionless he remained pale. Jonathan looked at him sadly. "You have my regrets," the butler said quietly before walking out, leaving the young lord on his own.

Once he was alone, Marcel shredded the letter to pieces and walked out from the library; leaving the mess of books spread out on the floor and letter pieces behind him. Seeing no one nearby, he started running until he found his room, quickly slipping inside and then shutting the door behind himself. There he slid down along it into a sitting position and felt tears starting to roll down his cheek, though he cried silently. Hugging his knees to his chest, he whispered.

"I did expect it... I did... and yet I was wrong. My life could become worse..."

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Character Portrait: Crisella Huminglark Character Portrait: Amber Archer Character Portrait: Ardonel Humminglark Character Portrait: Marcel Fosset Character Portrait: Christopher Ward Character Portrait: Chelsea Stard
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Amber sighed as she pulled herself into the car and listened to Chelsea's ramble. She wasn't exactly excited to be living with them, especially after the not-so-warm welcome she received. "On occasion, I am known to ride ponies still and sometimes entered in cart shows with little shetland ponies back home. However, here there does not seem to be as much of a demand for such sport, so I am unsure of what I shall do with my time." She mentioned in a soft tone, still melodic like a child's in texture and yet improperly mature for her age. She sat in the car with her head facing straight forward and her back just as straight with her hands sitting on her lap, the right over top of the left, with her legs leaning to one side as her feet found the left corner against the car seat most appropriate. Anyone who saw her would have thought she was some sort of woman directly out of the royalty of England or something.

As Chelsea asked her where she preferred to shop, she realized this shopping trip would be rather odd. "It is expected for mother and I to shop only for matching shoes and accessories. We have found it best to find the top-quality dresses online, then match them with accessories from stores nearby. However, I have yet to see any stores I would like..." Amber trailed off in her thought for a moment before deciding what to add onto that. "I suppose there are stores which you often shop, yes?" She asked softly, tilting her head and glancing sideways over at her ever so slightly out of curiosity.

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Crisella heard Marcel's words and smiled softly to herself. She had no intention of doing anything besides succeeding in winning over Christopher's heart. However, how did Marcel know that? And since he did, why doesn't Christopher just let something happen between the two of them? There was no way anyone could ever find out about it. She sighed as she entered the kitchen and saw her son nomming happily on the candy which Christopher had likely given to the child to calm him. "You know, candy isn't good for him all the time..." She mentioned softly as she stole her son back from Christopher and kissed his cheek. "Who's my cutest Ardie ever?" She giggled as she rubbed her nose against the spot she had just kissed on his cheek. He cooed at her and put his hand on her cheek as he grinned from ear to ear. "Aww, Christopher, isn't he adorable?" She asked him softly, looking up to her love with bright eyes.

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Christopher didn't look at her as his expression went dark and his eyes watered slightly, though he did not cry. You would never see him cry. Quickly blinking before any tears had a chance of coming, he shook his head and started to walk out. What was there he could talk to her about? Christopher didn't think she would understand the pain of losing family like this. How could she possibly? She had not lost any real family herself. He passed the butler without uttering even one word, and started up the staircase towards his room... when he suddenly stopped and headed to Marcel's room instead. Gently, he gave the door a knock.

For a moment it was as though everything and everyone inside the room was holding its breath, and Christopher even doubted Marcel was there. Then he suddenly heard the young boys voice, and though Marcel tried to hide it, Christopher could hear his throat was tight with emotion. "I-I'm not here..." his nephew replied and Christopher could hear as well as feel something slump against the door. Probably the boy himself. The thud wasn't heavy but loud enough to have been something more than a pillow, and to soft to be anything hard.

The black haired man sighed, looking down as sorrow flashed through his eyes. "Marcel..." he said softly, "I know it is hard. I know how it feels to lose your parents... I lost mine as well. You know that... your mother must have told you. But everything will be fine, I promise..." he said softly, hearing the boy thud against the door once more.

"You know nothing, Christopher... nothing... now leave me alone, old man... don't you have some stupid girl to deny or something? Just leave..." Marcel said flatly, almost sounding rage filled. Surprised by the boys change of tone as well as words, Christopher took a step back and stared at the door for a moment. How did Marcel know? Christopher had told him about Crisella, but nothing of their relationship. Besides, he didn't have a reason to be angry. Narrowing his eyes and shaking his head he turned around and started down the corridor. "Oh God..."