tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-06-24 02:23:00 |
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Original poster: __shipwrecked
Who: Adelle McPherson and Dominic James. [Smee and Captain Hook.]
Where: Dominic's as always.
When: Saturday Evening.
Status: Complete.
Open or Closed: Closed.
Rating: PG-13/PG. Idk.
Happiness could be many things, Dominic knew that. It could be the feeling one gets by giving something to someone with nothing, it could be the feeling of laying in another's arms, of complete and utter safety and acceptance, or, and he was putting his money on the this; that it was the complete acceptance of oneself, making it all the easier to accept others. With these thoughts in his head, he pondered his ability to ever be happy, because as far as he was concerned, and as far as things had been in his life, he didn't see it as a possibility. It was much easier for a person to accept themselves if they've never done anything to knowingly harm or take advantage of another human being. He wondered if he'd end up doing so with Adelle. She seemed so... young and pure, and open. Well, at least, that's what he'd gathered so far, he had never actually put any of those things to the test. He wasn't going to, not knowingly, any time soon.
Adelle intrigued him. Maybe it was her ability to help someone else (even if she was going to get paid) without any direct gratitude. Maybe it was because she was beautiful, and had the youth and drive that he had lost track of. Maybe it was because she was the only person who came to see him anymore, maybe it was something else, but all he knew was that he couldn't get her out of his mind, and it was starting to drive him crazy, it hadn't been that long, but now he couldn't imagine trying to get through his days without seeing her, waiting till she'd show up, and forgetting at some points, and realizing that it was loneliness he was feeling.
He had fallen asleep a little over a half-hour ago, thinking about adding a woman character into his story, but he'd drifted. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks with pale pinstripes, paired with a white thermal, long sleeves pushed up to about his elbows, a pair of socks on his feet, facing the couch in almost the fetal position, his head angled downward, so his hair was just about everywhere, he'd shaved as well by the way, no mustache on his face for the time being. Just on the back of his neck, by the way, was a hook--without the arm of course, fashioned after the one that the character from the Disney movie wore, angled slightly against the tan hue of his skin. His eyeglasses had fallen off his face onto the couch, aswell as the notebook. The maid would let her in and upstairs as well, by the way.