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Captive in a Chemical Garden

Alex's Mansion

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a part of Captive in a Chemical Garden, by RoseAmedori.

Alex's mansion - home of Olive, Alyssa and Bailey.

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Alex's Mansion

Alex's mansion - home of Olive, Alyssa and Bailey.

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Alex's Mansion is a part of Distant future America.


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Character Portrait: Bailey Grace Hamilton
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Having very cautiously and very quietly slipped through the crowds of people and out into the garden, Bailey looked around, drawing in a breath when she saw the size of it. It was perfect. Surely, if she just hid behind a tree or in the bushes, and kept quiet for long enough...
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she huffed and shook her head slightly, wondering why she was even thinking about attempting it in the first place. Someone would find her. It'd probably been done before. Nevertheless, Bailey knew she needed to get away from all the attention; she'd never been a people person. And so with that in mind, she began to make her way down the steps and down towards the furthest end of the garden.
When she had just about travelled half of the journey, she stepped on an uneven piece of land and her ankle gave way. She'd always had a weak ankle since she broke it as a child, and obviously, today was just going to be one of those days when her body just wouldn't co-operate.
The fall sent her into a heap on the grass and caused her to curse quietly to herself as a sharp pain shot the point of injury up her leg and into her hip. After that pain passed there was a lesser ache left in her leg, but she could deal with it and keep walking. It was only then that she thought about checking for any stain or rip in her dress, and began to check as she stood up and dusted herself off.
A half-hearted inspection of the whole dress revealed it had not been soiled or damaged in any way: not that she'd have cared if it had. If this guy was going to have her kidnapped and forced into marriage, she'd deface and damage anything she wanted. And she wouldn't feel any guilt doing it. She should be able to do that, given the fact that she's still a child...
Another thing that completely sickened Bailey about this whole arrangement, and about the man she was marrying. This was children having children. And any man who would willingly sleep with a girl as young as thirteen in order for her to bear children should be in prison...not living in some extravagant mansion with people treating him like some sort of celebrity. She HATED Alex Strenson, and when she finally got the chance to, she would make that PERFECTLY clear.
Giving a quick glance back at the castle as she began to see a few people edging dangerously close to the same glass doors she had just emerged from, Bailey debated whether to go back a few paces and put on the white ballet pumps she had been wearing, which had slipped off her feet in the fall and were now lying one on top of another in the grass, or to just carry on. And, eventually deciding she couldn't risk too much movement in case anyone noticed her, left them where they were and hurried towards the bushes, using her hands to lift up the bottom of her dress so she would not risk tripping over it.
Bailey's dress was simple and elegant; a long white gown which clung to her hips and her chest to accentuate her curves, and then flowed moreso down towards her feet, the very end trailing along the floor behind her. There was a slit going up the left side from the bottom up to just below her hips and also around the end of the dress that had a small pattern of navy blue flowers and vines travelling up and along it, a few centimetres thick, to just add a little bit of originality to the design. Or at least, that's what she'd been told. The dress also had a bare back, although Bailey had originally thought it had been revealing enough at the front...a little bit too revealing, even. But, that was these sick fucks for you...anything to expose young girls in any way they possibly can. Her long blonde hair, normally worn down in a way you couldn't even call 'styled', had been styled up into a messy updo on the top of her head, a few strands still hanging down to frame her face. The curls had been left in it, thank God, or she wouldn't have been at all recognisable. Although, the more she thought about it, that could be a good thing. The only thing that REALLY bothered her about her hair was the small silver and diamond headband-style tiara she'd been forced to wear. When she'd seen it, she had protested: It's not like it's fucking PROM, or something. It's a wedding. A wedding she didn't even want to be part of. But, still...she'd had no say, and here it was on the top of her head, projecting her whole persona in all of it's disgusting glory unto the whole world.
She knew she'd stand out if anyone so much as glanced outside the window or saw a movement of white out of the corner of her eye which contrasted with the dark blues and blacks of the atmosphere outside, and in all honesty, she was in a way, scared. But at that moment, she just couldn't worry about that. She just needed to think. And so she continued to walk, moving a loose lock of hair from her eyes and keeping her head down, praying she'd stay unnoticed and slip into the night.

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To say that Alex was excited would be an understatement. Masses of people were streaming in from all over the country to watch something that would benefit them in no way, but only to increase their false standings with Alex. Friends, family even people he had never even met before. They were all here for one thing and for one thing only.

For him.

The groom, the man of the hour, the devilishly handsome governor. He was it, he is it. The godly man that woman desire and the man of all men the even young children strive to be. It was exactly as planned. Right now, right here in this mansion of his that roared elitism, were three hand picked brides. The single most beautiful girls the gatherers could find and they were all his. Sure there was ceremony and rituals to follow, but Alex didn't care about that. He cared about the influence he would have over the people. The spot light that was now his, through out the whole night! He would use his charisma to enhance his standing with people of power and to bring his name into every household. He would soak up the attention like a sponge in a hot bath and he wouldn't stop until there was nothing left for them to give.

And then after the ceremony, the brides would be his and his alone. Each one a different class of woman. Alex was eager for them. The mere thought of their soft, untouched skin sent shivers down his spine in pure anticipation. Their soft voices whispering or in some cases screaming his name. Three brides. Each one to be his new wife. They should be happy with what's about to happen. They could have rotted on the street as a prostitute or used in slave trade. Some were just killed out-right for defiance. These three woman should be thankful for Alex's intervention and after tonight's wedding when they were on their honeymoon, they would be thankful. Oh so very thankful...

Alex shot him self his trade mark smile in the large mirror he stood in front of. He was alone in one of the many bedrooms, busy preparing himself for the great onslaught of people to come. He was dressed in a Jet black tuxedo and a creme dress shirt underneath.

"Sexy as ever." He said to him-self as he checked over his tuxedo for the umpteenth time. He needed no domestic to dance around him in an attempt to make him look better. He had maids who cleaned, cooks who created fine foods and guards to protect his property, but only he could create the image he was known for. After finally being pleased with the way the tuxedo looked he stepped away from the large mirror, only to grab a comb that sat on elegantly carved dresser. He soon returned to the mirror and began combing his thick black hair into a fashionable style.

"I am what people want and I am the person that will have his name written down in the history books."

This was his mantra and he lived by it. No matter the cost.

A moment later, Alex found himself in impeccable order. Everything was perfect. He walked towards the bedroom door, lifted the heavy latch that held it closed and gently opened the door. His radiant smile already poised on his face.

A wave of noise hit Alex as he left the bedroom, but he expected it. There were, after all, hundreds of people in his mansion and each on talking to one another. But that would change, soon they would be speaking of him and his magnificent wedding, his showmanship and of course, his brides.

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Character Portrait: Alyssa Hartwell
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Alyssa weaved pass the crowds of people trying just to get a little room and try to get the forced marrige of her mind for a little.She waved to a bunch of people trying to be polite,honestly she was scared.After half an hour of getting no where she sighed,before taking a seat on the bench,fixing her wedding gown.http://i924.photobucket.com/albums/ad82/trustedeal/MDSKU170029.jpg .A huge crowd moved towards her and began trying to make light conversation.She felt trapped at the moment looking at everybody."To calm your nerves."somebody said and passed her a class of champagne.She took it and sipped it lightily,she wasen't a fan of drinking but pretended to like it.She knew who Alex was wich made her cringe a little.Making girl around her age and bare children made Alysaa absolutley disgusted.I mean her,herself was only fourteen,a child.What make him think she could bare one.She watched as the people talked to her and smiled.She wanted to talk but was afraid she would say something Rude about Alex.She listened as she was getting congradulated,being told Alex was amzing...some said Alex saved her off of the streets.That made her scream on the inside but,carry a decent coversation bitting her tounge.Just waiting for her to slip up somehow or Alex to come and talk to her and the brides,getting them away from this whole thing.Don't get her wrong she hated his guts but if he could make this go away for just a few minutes,maybe she would be happy.



(I will post longer next time and sorry its a crappy post)))

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Character Portrait: Arielle Riley Character Portrait: Alex Strenson
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Arielle's smile brightened ever so slightly when given her instructions. Yes, she was well on her way to the prestigious role of Alex Strenson's First and favourite wife. First there was the admiration in his voice when he complimented her, then the lustful way he looked at her, and now she had been awarded the most intimate position in this photograph...Things were falling into place for her so soon, and she found it hard to repress the joy and flutters of excitement she felt in her chest of things to come in this new life as she threaded her arm through her husband's.

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Character Portrait: Bailey Grace Hamilton Character Portrait: Arielle Riley Character Portrait: Alex Strenson
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Arielle returned Alex's warm smile, trying to ignore the little blonde thing that had attached itself to her husband's other arm. She was irrelevant. She would not get in the way of her plans, and if she dared try, Arielle would crush her like an insect. She would be the one with all of the attention, she would be the one with all the affection, she would be there on Alex's arm at every party and ceremony, riding through the city in limousines, being praised and admired by other governors and their wives. She would be the one Alex comes to every night. That is what her life will be, and she'd never let anyone take that from her.
After these thoughts passed through her mind, she realized she needed to improve her ability to ignore...Because at that moment, all she could think about was Alex's other bride and her obvious attempts to steal Arielle's rightful title away from her.
She snapped out of those thoughts as soon as they arrived at the fountain, though, as soon as she laid eyes on that camera.