Clockwork Hearts {Crimson and Papillon}
 

((The back of her hair looks like this but think super messy with hair stinking up and out everywhere. In a pretty way:)))

On the outskirts of the bustling town lies a house, engulfed by a small forest. The house is quite big, considered to be a mansion and nothing simple. The owner who lives there has made some changes to make normal in to extraordinary. See she's an inventor and likes to create different odds and ends. Wrapped around the house is a beautiful garden and at the very back is an old tool shed. This tool shed is no ordinary one. At the very back is a large statue and if you were to touch each eyeball with a finger tip, it would slid back to revel a hidden staircase. If you were to walk down the stairs you would find yourself in a magnificent place. One where beings of stories and tales were real. For generations the family that has lived in the house have protected this entrance, allowing the supernatural creatures to come and go as they please. Her house is also open to anyone that wished a reprieve, a place to stay. She did become lonely and it was nice to have company in such a big house.

Inside the house Primrose Everdeen was inside her thinking room. It's where she went to work on all her inventions. The room was massive with a very high dome ceiling. She was hunched over a long table busily working away at something. You could hear a loud tick tock coming from a new clock she had just finished near her. Letting out a heavy sigh she pushed back her rolling chair and stood up. Prim needed a break as simple as that. She left the room heading to the kitchen. As she passed a full length mirror she paused to look at herself. Her pale blonde hair was up on her head. Done in an thick intricate braid. It was extremely messy, parts were sticking out in places but it was a good messy. A pair of thick black goggles were on her head, placed crookedly. She was wearing a black button up blouse, a few buttons were left open. The shirt had a high collar on it. Around her waist she was wearing a forest green corset with black lace up ribbons in the back. The corset matched her eyes. Her shirt was tucked into a black skirt. It was bunched up at the back and floor length. Satisfied that she hadn't gotten anything on her clothes she continued on to the kitchen.

Walking briskly trough the streets, the young woman looked fearfully around. People thought Valentina was slightly strange, and just a little crazy. She was the eccentric young woman whom others avoided or picked on, the one others preferred to treat with caution then with friendship. Shivering a little, the blue eyed girl tried to forget the sneers of those people when she'd left the party. She'd been certain she'd caught a glimpse of pointed ears in the crowd!

But no one believed her. They never did. It was one of the reasons why she'd worked so hard to find a home on the outskirts of town, so she could be alone away from the hustle and bustle of the streets. Parted from those who laughed at her belief in the occult and the supernatural. Then she caught sight of something along her usual route. Liquid, oozing slowly across the ground and it was coming from ... A loud gasp left Valentina and her eyes widened. Rushing forward she knelt down beside him and tried to see what was wrong with the man. Seeing him more closely though, she realized that he was one of those beings she kept seeing from the corner of her eyes. Frozen with fear now, the young woman fell back on her heels in a silent battle.

As the man spoke, Valentina shivered slightly. This wasn't the first time they'd said they were harmless, and those others had tried to kill her for seeing them. Silently she watched as he moved, though the young woman jerked away from him slightly. Valentina relaxed only when she saw it was an unexpected sunflower, so bright and beautiful! Hesitantly she reached forward to take the flower. As Valentina's hand brushed his, the young woman looked down and saw his wound again. "What happened?" Her voice was barely a murmur, filled with uncertainty.

She still didn't trust him. Her other hand was resting against the ground and her body was tense. Though Valentina wore a skirt, she could still run and run quickly. That was despite the bite marks scaring her left leg. Now that she thought about it, the wounds upon this man reminded her of that. If that thing was wandering around, and blood was flowing ... It would come back. "Do you know of ... someplace safe?" Valentina believed him now, but was trembling in fear nonetheless. That creature had been the first thing she'd ever seen, and Valentina never wanted to see it again.

A snarling shadow, yes that described it very well. Shaking the memories away she listened silently once more. This was something new to her. He wasn't sneering at her, nor was he trying to harm her. That made Valentina's mind up, if nothing else did. Shifting around the young woman twitched her skirt aside and watched in amazement for a little bit the tree made a crutch grow. "I suppose I'll help you..." She wanted to beg him to take her with him.

A safe haven! Valentina couldn't remember all the times she'd wished for that. Deep in her heart, she knew that this was impossible. No supernatural would let a human enter their home, embrace them with wide open arms, when they were the ones who hunted them down and had destroyed their world. "Which way?" Moving to his side, Valentina gave him a helping hand then offered her shoulder for him to lean on.

Valentina jumped a little as she felt an unfamiliar weight fall around her shoulders. Looking up at the tall man as she spoke, her eyes widened a little. Was he being serious? The trees were actually going to move for them.. It was hard to believe. They began moving forward, meanwhile the blue eyed young woman was debating telling Eurus her name or not. "My name's Valentina." She had blushed as he said he'd repay her some way. She wanted to believe him, she truly did, but it was so hard to do so!

Wonder filled her as she saw the trees move. In her hand the young woman still clutched the sunflower, even as she helped Eurus reach this protector's home. As Valentina waited upon the porch, the young woman jumped. Such a loud explosion had her clinging unconsciously to the man she was trying to support. As the owner of this house walked out and helped Eurus, all Valentina could do was stare. Smears all over her face, and messy hair ... And yet this Prim looked so confident! "My name's Valentina .. Nice to meet you," Uncertainly she bit her bottom lip as she walked into the house and closed the door behind her. Moving to stand beside Eurus, the blue eyed woman tried to steady her breathing. She didn't know them, not at all. And yet, Valentina wanted to know more about them.

They did look like they'd known each other for a while. Valentina wondered if Prim had heard about her, and the strange things that seemed to follow her around. People, in addition to seeing her strangely and unfavorably, also heaped upon the young woman all their misfortunes by saying that she brought bad luck wherever she went. "I was walking home early from a party, most people don't like having me around, when I noticed some dark stuff on the ground. Then I looked up, and there was Eurus." The only person who hadn't wanted her to leave was that man! A horrid person who wanted to turn Valentina into some kind of attraction. Turning her abilities to profit, he'd said, making the young woman scoff and want to run away. Which she had, though she feared the man might have followed her.

Oren Ayers shook his head as he walked trough the streets in search of that intriguing young woman. Wiping his brow after lifting his top hat from his sandy brown hair, the man couldn't believe he'd let such an opportunity slip from his fingers. His carnavale needed someone of her caliber, this Valentina Holcomb. People feared her, distrusted her and reviled her.

That was the whole reason why he'd thought his offer would be taken kindly to. But au contraire! It had made things worse for the darkly clad man. The only sot of color upon his person were his eyes, a bright and inquisitive purple which was so unusual.. If Valentina had given him the chance, Oren would have told her of himself and his own rare abilities. He could understand her, oh so very well...

She didn't want to answer, though she Primrose would probably not judge her for her abilities. Valentina didn't know her, and even though Eurus trusted her ... The young woman couldn't, not so easily after such a short acquaintance and under these circumstances. Jumping a little when Eurus yelped, the blue eyed woman moved to his side. Sitting down upon the bed, she smiled a little at him. "Of course I'll talk with you!" Speaking softly, Valentina sighed a little. It appeared Primrose would get to hear her story after all.

"I grew up just like any other little girl does, nothing strange ever happened to me though there were rumors that people whispered behind my back. About my mother, my siblings ... It didn't really affect me though, not until I turned thirteen. I was playing outside in a house on the other side of town, but on the outskirts much like this one. A black shadow creature came out of nowhere and bit my leg." Pausing for a moment, the young woman lifted up her blue skirt from her left leg and pointed at the ugly scar. "Ever since then I've been able to see things, people, creatures, that no one else can. I told them about it, and they never believed me or said I was crazy like the rest of my family. Anyway, it's part of the reason why I left that party early. When you started talking about what attacked you, I panicked, it sounded so much like what had gone after me.." She thought she'd be safe on this side of town. Nwo Valentina was trembling with remembered misfortunes, and nightmares. It seemed like the thing was haunting her , though she knew that wasn't true.

It startled her when Eurus reached out to grasp her hand. He was in so much pain right then, and yet he still tried to comfort her with his words. Squeezing his hand lightly, the young woman glanced at Primrose as she spoke. Nodding to her words, Valentina returned her eyes to Eurus with a blush once they were alone. "Thank you for saying those things, it means a lot." Hearing that someone thought her strange gift was wonderful was such a novel experience. It was one Valentina wished she could have more often.

The bustling streets of the market. Oren had thought that this might be the perfect place for the young woman to go and hide. But so far he'd had no luck at all. So he'd slipped into a book store, and came out grinning with his nose in a book as he walked about. Books were his favorite distraction, so much so that he would walk while reading though that wasn't necessarily a good idea. That fact was proven when he bumped into a goggled young woman. Falling back, he quickly put his hands down and extended one to her in apology. Please accept my humblest apologies." He might ask if his newest prospective employ had crossed her sight at any time during the day.

Blushing once more, Valentina gave the dark haired man a worried look when he moved to sit up. "I suppose I would like that, but ... Do you think it's alright, with you being hurt?"She really wanted to go and see this library, there had to be a lot of tomes she'd never read before. Books were such a rarity in these parts, and to have a private collections was a luxury. One Valentina couldn't afford with her job as a caretaker of antiques.

Looking up to to the young woman with a small smile, he shrugged. "Aren't all books? My name is Oren, and you are?" Lifting his top hat from his head, he bowed slightly with a smirk. Perhaps he could find out more about this Valentina. Everyone knew something about the young woman, whether stories, rumors or tales ... They knew at least some kind of tidbit.

((In your next post you can hop straight to the library if you want, kind of coast my character! I'm going to explain what the library looks like in our OOC thread!))

Nodding Eurus scooted to the edge on the bed and swung his legs over. "Yes I'm already felling better. See look," he said and pointed to his lip. "My lip is already almost healed the rest of my wounds will follow." Grabbing his crutch from where Prim had laid it, he bit his the inside of his cheek and stood up. Yes his side burned every time he moved but he wasn't going to let it bother him. "Come, I know you want to see the library." Eurus smiled at Valentina ans started forward, leading the way to the library.


"Yes, actually they are," she said with a smile. So someone that loved books as much as herself, not many people were like that. "It's nice to meet you Oren. You must be new here because I have neither heard of you or have seen you before. I'm Primrose." Hopefully this man didn't give her the odd looks everyone else gave her. She hated how rude people could be. Sure she was a bit odd but who wasn't? Watching him carefully she shifted the bag in her arms, getting ready to walk away at a moments notice.

Following Eurus quietly, Valentina looked at the richly decorated house, with it's mirrors and metal wall hangings. She wished she could afford something like this place, but perhaps later... When people stopped looking down on her for what she could do. Moving forward to open the door for Eurus, Valentina then walked inside and stopped in her tracks. Shelf upon shelf made of dark wood covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Each one was filled to the brim with books, small, large, old and new ... It was a haven for Valentina, someplace she could hide and forget what others thought of her. She could go and hide in her own little world. But not right now, the brown skinned male with green eyes, Eurus, he was here. "C-can I read them?" Reaching out as she moved towards one of the shelves, and passed a hand over some of the books while savoring their texture and smell.

"Actually, I've come here in search of a young woman called Valentina." He genuinely wanted to help her by bringing her to a place where others such as she lived. The tall man wasn't lucky enough to be one of them, but his mother had been. He'd hated to see how victimized she was. The purple eyed man wanted nothing more then to help her in exchange for her aid. The carnavale, he wanted to somehow show people that being different was nothing to revile, or nothing to be afraid of.

Happily moving from one shelf to another with wonder and delight, Valentina lost what traces of shyness she had in those moments. Though the sentiment returned soon enough as she turned to go and sit near Eurus with a barely there smile. In her hands were one or two leather bound volumes she intended on reading later. For the moment though, her attention was on the man sitting in front of her comfortably settled by the fire. "Is your leg better?"She knew he'd told her earlier more then once that he would be fine, but the young woman still had quite a hard time believing that.

Letting out a small sigh, Oren fiddled with his hat nervously. Plucking at a cog here and there, he tried to think of how to answer this question. It would seem a little suspicious to say that he wanted to take the woman away to another place to show her what they'd already conversed about. "I want to apologize for frightening her with some of my words." There was that too ... The sandy haired man also wanted to try and convince her again, but giving her an apology seemed like a very good idea too at the moment.

Picking up the books, the young woman looked at them with a sheepish smile. They're books about the supernatural... I wanted to know more." Before she'd been far too terrified to try, though it might have helped her in the long run. O well, there was no room for regret at the moment. Instead, the blue eyed woman tried to settle herself down into the chair. In fact, she was trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Curiosity had filled her once she'd foudn out Eurus had no intention of hurting her, she wanted to know more about those like him.

Smirking a little, Oren waited until she thought she was safely away before slipping his hat on. Whistling a little, he asked directions to her house and began walking towards the outskirts of town at a leisurely pace. Taking out his pocket watch with a gloved hand, the man let out a small disappointed sigh. At this rate he would miss super, but o well perhaps he could sweet talk one out of Primrose. She seemed like a nice lady, despite the fact that she'd hidden some information from him. It was easy to tell when one did such things for a living, or often enough anyway.