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Post by Beadle Bamford on Jul 28, 2011 19:41:42 GMT -5
Since the beadle had nothing to do, he decided he wanted to go for a walk. He didn't want to go alone and he didn't have any, per say, friends. He thought for a bit and then gave up on his great idea.
Except when another idea popped into his head. He could take Johanna, it would let her be able to see things that she has never seen before, at least, that she remembered. She was, afterall, only a few months old when Turpin took her.
Since Turpin was out of town, he probably wouldn't have a problem with him taking her. Espically if he didn't know.
He walked up to Johanna's room, and then knocked on the door to ask her if she would like to go for a walk.
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Post by Johanna Barker on Jul 28, 2011 19:45:27 GMT -5
Johanna was solemnly sitting against her window, staring at the rain. She was a lonely child. Growing up, Johanna was spoiled rotten. She was the judge’s prized possession. He adored her. Johanna always was on top of his list. If Johanna wanted comfort, he would stop whatever he was doing to see that Johanna got attention, but Johanna felt as if she wanted more than to be a daughter for the rest of her life. She sighed, running her slender fingers against the glass of the window. She was so ungratefully, it pained her to know that she was wishing for more. Something different. The girl couldn't help it that she was longing to be free. A cliche wish that she was sure all daughters felt when they couldn't find love. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced out the window once again.
If only dreams could be patched together and set out to dry like the tears that had stained her face. She had been crying the other day, and the tears still shown through her pale, powdered face. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached her lean arm to pick up her embroidery as she began to sew. Her mind weaving through the several patches of happiness that she had to hold onto in her life. There were few.
She only could desire one thing, and she knew her guardian would never allow her to have it. As diligent as a mouse, scrambling through the house, escaping humans, her needle was through the fabric. When she was reading, painting, or sewing, she would be lost. Lost in her own little world. Even the smallest of noises could through her off. As she heard the faintness of the door to her room open and that made her loose focus. She didn't realize that her fingers had slipped until she began to sop up the blood from her pricked finger with the nearby washcloth on the night stand. She didn't want anyone to know that she had been careless with her needle. She wouldn't be trusted ever again. She looked up, realizing that she sound was a mere knocking upon her door. "Come in," She said.
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Post by Beadle Bamford on Jul 28, 2011 20:04:42 GMT -5
Hearing her say come in, he gently slid the door open and was not surprised to see where she was sitting. Right in front of the window. "Hello Johnna" He said with a small smile upon his face. Turpin was lucky to have her for a ward. She was so beautiful."I was thinking since you have really never been to far out of this room, would you wanna take a walk or something?" He said, friendly.
He didn't mean anything in a creepy way for once in his life. She may have thought it was creepy becuase he thought she hated him. A lot of people did. Who can blame them though, he is not a nice person.
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Post by Johanna Barker on Jul 28, 2011 20:14:00 GMT -5
Frowning upon seeing who had entered, she frowned. She didn't know why he hung around her guardian's house so often. She couldn't help but despise him and his cruelty.She was bewildered on why he had chosen now the talk to her. When her guardian was gone, at least. She thought he despised her as much as she despised him.
"Are you sure my father will approve?" She asked, twirling the end of her hair with her finger in her young, girlish innocence. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn't get in trouble. Or anyone else for that matter.
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Post by Beadle Bamford on Jul 28, 2011 20:21:14 GMT -5
Seeing her facial expressions, he could tell she wasn't happy that he was talking to her. He decided he wouldn't bring up the subject since that would be a little awkward but, he had always wondered just how much she hated him. He can think of one main reason that she hated him...What he did to Antony that one day. He had deserved it though. Who was he to stare at her and sing to her?
"Yes, I am sure. He wont mind" He said, lying. It was a good thing that he was an amazing lair.
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Post by Johanna Barker on Aug 3, 2011 12:15:21 GMT -5
She paused. Fresh air wouldn't hurt her, and she longed to go outside for years. But, she was aware that she was having to go along with her guardian's trusted companion, his colleague, his best friend; Beadle Bamford. She sighed, nodding as she rose from her seat by the window, picking up her white handbag, slipping the strap over her shoulder.
"Mr. Bamford, I would love to go on a walk with you," She said.
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Post by Anthony Hope on Aug 7, 2011 21:16:14 GMT -5
Meanwhile, on that very street at that very moment walked the young sailor, Anthony Hope. It had become his daily routine to stand just outside Johanna's window, watching and listening. Her singing, though blocked somewhat by the glass of the window, was what he looked forward to the most everyday. It was what drew him to her in the first place, after all.
He knew the Judge was out of town and wouldn't be watching the street for him. This would make his "gandering" easier...perhaps he might be able to get into the house!
As he got closer to the mansion, these pleasant thoughts running through his head, a dreadful one hit him.
What about the Beadle? Was he still there at the mansion?
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Post by Johanna Barker on Aug 7, 2011 22:17:55 GMT -5
Johanna frowned when her father's colleague didn't answer her right away. It was one of her pet peeves was when people took long pauses with her. She was afraid of awkward silences, or when she would be ignored. She hoped someone else felt that way as well. She pouted and sat back down against the window in a pout, twirling her forefinger in her perfect curls, yanking her hair down with her hand, then unwinding her finger from her hair, watching it spring into a yellow curl once again. She lost herself again, her eyes lingering the sidewalk of the street of Kerny's Lane, just hoping. Hoping that she would find that boy that she kept her eye on. But her eyes were blurry from crying earlier and the faces were all the same to her. She couldn't make out whether that dog was a canine or a human... It really didn't matter. She was having no luck with the window whatsoever, so she gave up and crossed her arms, looking up at The Beadle.
"Sir?" She asked, trying to leave the house soon. She was getting anxious. She needed some air to aid her failing health. "Can we leave now?"
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Post by Beadle Bamford on Aug 8, 2011 10:03:32 GMT -5
When he heard Johanna say she was ready, he was kind of in shock that she actually said yes. Why was she to believe him. He had done nothing to deserve her trust. Well, maybe he was her gaurdians companion, friend, and colleague. That was probably it.
Meanwhile he happened to catch a glance out her window and he saw...him. The one he and Judge Turpin hated with a great disire. Didn't I tell him to never come back once before? The beadle thought, remembering that night a while back.
Then he relisied he was ignoring the pretty girl that stoo-now sat before him. He retured his look at the girl. "Sorry about that one, yes I am ready to leave as long as you are" He said, knowing that was stupid to say since she was more than ready.
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Post by Johanna Barker on Aug 9, 2011 17:56:30 GMT -5
Johanna waited patiently for Beadle to regain his thoughts before she got ready but putting her hair up in small bun, letting her small, little curls fall out of the bun and onto her face. No matter how much she blew the hair out of her face, it fell back onto her face. Her hair was like a horses mane. It amused her in way that she liked that she was occupied by something that made no difference to anyone, but it was something to do.
"Sir, can we stroll by the park?" Came the question, sounding clear as the twinkling of bells ringing on a Sabath evening. "I'm ever so thankful you're taking me for a stroll, it gets so lonesome in my room, you know." She said, pushing the strands of hair out her eyes. It wasn't useful, since her eyes were moist and she couldn't see anyhow.
You could say the reason she was crying was because she felt as if she was better off she was not in anyone's existence. She never did anything. she was hardly anything to anybody. Just thinking about that made her teary, and the idea of herself being so selfish made her feel queasy. She was so spoiled, and she knew it, too. That was the thing, she felt as if she deserved so much more, but yet, she didn't deserve anything. She shook the thoughts away and directed her attention to what she had more than what she didn't.
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Post by Anthony Hope on Aug 10, 2011 19:30:23 GMT -5
Anthony was standing right outside the gate, pondering as to why she wasn't at her window when a face appeared at another window- a certain face he'd never hoped to see again.
The Beadle! he realized. The sailor ducked out of sight, praying; biting on his lip, that he hadn't been spotted. He watched the door, his muscles tensing up with every passing second, as he awaited their exit from the house.
There are those who thought of Anthony as a brave, sensitive and devoted young man, who intended to prove himself worthy by going to such measures to keep tabs on (and eventually, he hoped, rescue) the girl of his dreams. There are others still who simply look at him as a love stricken moron. In truth, he was a little of both. While his actions were filled with passion, he knew, they were filled well to the brim with stupidity. One wrong move and he'd find himself locked away in no time flat.
Nevertheless, his eyes stayed glued to the door; he didn't move an inch.
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Post by Beadle Bamford on Aug 11, 2011 12:05:52 GMT -5
The Beadle had only hoped the man was stupid enough to stay outside the house so, when he and Johanna left, he would spot him. He didn't quite know what he would do if he caught him, espicaly infront of Johanna.
"Sure, we can stroll by the park." He said, a sly smile appearing upon his face. "I can only imange what it is like to be locked up in here all day and night." He said, feeling bad for the girl. But, at the same time, understanding Turpins way of living.
He opened the door to her room, not going out, but holding it open for the pretty blonde haired girl. He could be a gentleman
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Post by Anthony Hope on Aug 11, 2011 20:13:02 GMT -5
Anthony's heart almost burst out of his chest once he saw the door open. He was ready for whatever would happen.
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Post by Johanna Barker on Aug 11, 2011 21:03:38 GMT -5
// Anthony. Shame on you. There is NO gate. -_-
The young woman hestitated before stepping out of what she had called her home. It was if she was debating whether or not it was safe. She knew that it was, of course, but she didn't know how her guardian's trust would last with her. She knew she wasn't allowed out of his house, but she was glad that it wasn't her fault.
A sudden breeze blew through the air and she shivvered at the coldness as she looked around. She saw him. A light surge of rebellion and defiance ran through her veins. She looked at her desire. Her only dream with a short glance before she looked away. She didn't want to give him away.
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Post by Anthony Hope on Aug 11, 2011 21:13:44 GMT -5
// dammit why didn't i catch myself with that??? especially with the way ive been obsessive over that song lately?? ok i feel stupid  As Johanna stepped out of the house, Anthony tried hard to suppress the urge to gasp. She was much more radiant than he saw from her window. When she looked at him and her soft blue eyes met his chocolate brown ones, he nearly jumped! Deep in those beautiful eyes was the most lonesome gaze he'd ever seen! She was so alone in this troubling world! Though he knew very little about her life and past (except the fact that Turpin wasn't her real father; just a pervert that had adopted her.) his need to save her grew and grew. |
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