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Posted: Feb 3 2015, 11:33 AM
Warrick Middle D'Aubigne
we are the monsters
arrogant — brutal — manipulative — calculating — irresistible
he really enjoyed bubble baths
It’s all about the great game. It doesn’t really matter who wins and who loses, not to him. Not as long as he is able to do as he pleases and he is – for his lifelong interest is finally his to have. She is the most beautiful of all and he has always found himself attracted to her. Antoinette Beaumont, the Red Rose, belongs to him.
London is dearly missed on his part. Twenty human years have passed since the portals have been closed and he found himself becoming bored, more and more with each day. When he had it, he failed to realise how much freedom London was giving him. Then, suddenly, it was taken away.
He was unimpressed by the Queen’s antics in Wonderland. Limiting the freedom that London has given him was not something that he appreciated. It was bad enough with not being able to stay in his true form for long and now that...
You’re given a vague description. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes... but it’s clear once you see him. There’s an unexplainable darkness to him, a strange madness, something different that gives you goose bumps. He is certainly not the first person that you’ve come across in this strange land but his demeanour is something that drives you towards him, even though the fear makes you tense. He’s attractive, charming, sure. But there is something about him that is just on the side of unsettling and so you keep to yourself. Even though the woods are dark, you know that he can see you, you can feel his eyes on you. There is something predatory in his stare, or maybe that’s just your paranoia. You choose to believe the latter until proven otherwise...
And you are proven otherwise quite soon after, if a hand around your throat is anything to go by.
There is an elegance to the monster. He is something else, honestly, and it’s hard to define exactly what makes him different. He says he is a businessman, trapped here with the rest of them, waiting to go back home but eventually, they all learn the truth. He is one of them, a monster.
He sits down, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he looks down. The picture before him is quite well done, the beauty well translated into the piece. It was of a red rose. He smirked, smoothing the paper down as he let his imagination run wild. The flower got him in trouble before and even though he found himself attracted to her, the desire to kill her seemed to run alongside that. The Red Rose made her bed and now she would have to lie in it.
He didn’t need anybody’s services. Choosing to stall their reunion himself, he thought everything through. Every single way that he could destroy her in was assessed and when he finally figured out a way, he decided to let her think she was safe. He was going to be patient.
Looking down at the picture, he smiled. Stalking his prey was something he’d always thoroughly enjoyed.
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Posted: Mar 16 2015, 03:19 PM
NO WARRICK GO AWAY NOBODY LIKES YOU I kid, I kid. I've been so excited for him to be done, poor poor Antoinette. Let the games begin!