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- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-08-2010 [html] 300+
Lets keep it light Alaine's Dress Hover over link for more description That was it. It was enough. It had taken long enough to complete and longer still to get around to finding the dress's target owner. Strelein had had enough of waiting for Alaine to find him and for him to remember he needed to hand off the thing. He had worked for too many hours with too much thread to let the dress go to waste now, even when he had bothered to find a big enough box for it. He had even gone above and beyond, creating a pair of tighter pants, which he did not have a name for yet, and even a matching set of gloves for the outfit. He had to say, he was rather very proud of himself and the job that he had done. Strel spent weeks on this project of his, though he had no idea what had driven him to go to such fanatic lengths, especially since he had barely known the woman. Maybe it was just because she had kindly helped him with his needle issue. The outfit was fold, neatly, inside of a decorative yellow box about two feet long, about a foot and a half wide, almost a foot deep. All that room was just to fit the dress, though some space had been left over, thankfully. Strel had been worried he would not find a big enough, or suitable, container to put the dress into. If the woman did not care for the dress, he could always just let her have the damn box to put her other things into. He tied it off with the last of a blue shimmery ribbon, just to keep the whole thing from falling apart in his hands. Now came the annoying part; finding the woman. Strelein figured she would stay in the Hotel, considering it was kind of her base of operation as the medic in the pack, just like it was his fashion center. Though, where she was was trickier. "Miss Alaine?" he called through the echoing halls, eying open doorways as though the healer would burst through them any second. The box was pressed against his chest, held up with one arm wrapped around it. "Alaine?" .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-08-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: that is the most fucking awesome thing ive seen since WOW. :| <3 sorry for slight pp! i hope you don't mind :o
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[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 05-08-2010 [html] 300+
I'm glad you like :o Maybe Alaine was not home, out helping one of the other members of the pack? Surely she was around somewhere, and he could always come back later in the evening when she was guaranteed to be in for a nightly sleep. But, Strel heard the pounding feet down the steps, but he turned only to find the figure crash into him like some kind of demon. The force of the blow forced his arm to let go of the package, letting it fly into the air. It was half forgotten as he lurched back, flailing a bit to keep his balance as much as possible. After a moment of wobbling, he steadied, sighing. Then, panicking, Strelein tried to find the box that was missing from his grasp. But it was safe in the arms of the intended recipient. "Oh thank god," he breathed with an added sigh of relief. Not much would have happened to the dress, but if it had fallen out and gotten mussed, then he would have been exceptionally peeved at himself. Of course, he realized that Alaine was on the ground and probably in pain from colliding with him. "Alaine, oh gosh, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He picked up the box and nestled it in the crook of his arm once more, though he gave the woman his free hand to help her back to her feet. "Nothing broken, I hope?" Strel smiled, amused at his questions at the pack healer. "I was hoping I'd find you here. Did I disturb you by any chance?" he asked, patting the box to show why he sought her out. Strel was wondering why the woman had rushed down so fast. Perhaps she had thought him ill and in need of further assistance? "I have something for you, Miss Alaine." The box went into both hands and he stretched out slightly toward the woman, offering it to her at last. .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-28-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: slow reply :I <3
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[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 05-29-2010 [html] 300+
It seemed as though the healer was not healing herself. She seemed tired and worn; Strel knew that feeling. Sometimes he worked himself stupid on an outfit, from sunrise to sunset, using every last moment of sunlight for it. He could tell she needed sleep. Or food. Or both, he did not know. Why was she running herself ragged? For what? He wanted to ask. So, so badly, but it seemed like this was a moment he should not let his mouth run off without his consent. Besides, there was something else at hand here. Strel laughed at her reaction. She clearly was out of it if she was phasing out so badly. It looked as though she was about to rip apart that box like it was nothing but wet paper. Her eyes just lit up like a fire, sparkling at the thought of him getting her it. It was nothing, but he was glad she liked the thought of it. She had not yet even seen what was inside! It made him really happy to see her react that way before she even saw the handiwork. If she did not like the dress inside, he would surely be heartbroken, since her reaction had set him up for a lot of loving and ego stroking. Laughing, the Lord could not help but find her expression comical. She looked so damn excited. So, so damn excited. It was like he made her day. Maybe a nap would make it even better for her. "It's not my dress," he retorted, rolling his eyes at Alaine. "Do what you want with it. It is so out of my jurisdiction now. But if you don't want it-" he added, moving his hand toward the box carefully, a though the woman was going to jump on it at any moment. "- I can always take it back." .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 06-02-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: :I
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[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 06-06-2010 [html] 300+
Strel watched her carefully, noting her stunned silence. It was probably the absolutely best reaction he ever got and expected to ever get. This was probably one of those moments of his sewing career he would remember till the day he died. If he could freaking frame this, he would and it would be all over his studio to remind him in the darkest days what he sewed for. Come on, even the redhead knew there would be a hump in his life where he would want to jam all the needles he owned into the wall and thread them together to weave a carpet to ease out his psychotic emotions over the stress of the work. Alaine twirled with the dress against her, and Strel laughed, clapping as she moved. It seemed like her color and it suited her, or so he hoped. She very clearly loved it and he had to be happy for that. This was what he worked for; the happiness these people felt over having something special. "So you seem to like it a bit," he commented, rubbing his chin lightly as he continued to watch her. Her language was so formal. He could not have been that much older than her! "Alaine, Alaine, sweetheart, you don't need to call me Mr. I'm not that old." Strel chuckled, bending over to pick up the dress's container. He expertly retied the ribbon, holding the blue creation in his hand. "And thank you, you flatter me. I fear you're going to spoil me with just your words. I'll have a bloated head for the rest of my life at the rate you're going at." He deftly placed the ribbon on top of her head, smiling gaily. "Everyone deserves something lovely in their life, and I feel like you needed it a little extra bit, so I might have gone farther than I expected." Strel idly examined his nails, trying not to look too terribly pleased with himself. "Alaine, Alaine, Alaine. A pretty dress for a very pretty girl." He could flatter too. .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 06-18-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: holidays at last! i can finally finish shading that picture of Strel i've owed you for so long XD <3
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[/html] - Strelein von Rosnete - 06-26-2010 [html] 300+ - you have noooo idea how excited I am for that.
The woman certainly had a knack for flourishes with her language. It certainly sounded like she fit in quite well with the theme of the pack, of a court. She was so polite, but really, she was being a bit too polite with him. For whatever reason, she enthralled him, since he did not really know why she was being as formal as she was with him, a fellow courtier. It was not like he held a rank important enough to demand that level of respect. The only thing he could reason out was that he was older and had been a member for quite a bit longer than her. Maybe something happened ages ago? Or maybe she was just raised like that. Whatever it was, he had hoped she would loosen up a bit with him, even though their meetings were scarce and few between. She gave him a light peck, which he took for gratitude and some other funny tradition she was raised with. Alaine clung to the garment like it was an absolutely valuable treasure. Well, maybe it was. Pretty much handmade and custom designed, it was a helter skelter combination of scraps of outfits and materials. The woman seemed to be a bit hard on herself too. What had happened to her? "Darling, darling, darling. You must not have looked in a mirror or at your own reflection recently. I do not create beauty, you see," he began, raising his hand a bit high. Strel ran it downwards, indicating Alaine with his motion. "I only accentuate what's already there." Without an outfit, Alaine was pretty, sure, but he was there to make them feel even better about themselves, even if they could not see their own beauty. Strel chuckled, wondering why she was waiting if she like the dress so much. "Like I said, it is yours. Though it is best if I'm here to see it, in case I made an error. I was working without a model, after all." .bastard b {font-weight:normal; color:#46789d; letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:12px; } .bastardooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#3e828d;text-align:center;} .bastard p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 5px 5px 5px; margin:0px;} .bastard{margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#00356b; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... dtable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 190px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#21637c; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] |