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Old 11-19-2010, 08:33 AM

where dreams may come
there is solace
and when they fly
we are inspired
so when we're free
we'll look below
there'll be no fear
for longing to grow

Dearest readers,
After a not-so-very-long contemplation of following in the footsteps of BlackCart29 I have decided to start up a drabble thread of my own. With a billion possible stories in my head, and a daily dose of romance novels, it’s high time that I should be able to get some sort of exploration going on.
These drabbles are most likely going to be roleplay-centric, based on existing characters I’ve created unless I can think of newer characters for whatever comes to mind. I hope you enjoy them and I hope to provide you with some delightful reading (even if it isn’t the best literature on earth). So relax, take out a cup of butterbeer, and let my imagination take you away.
Marguerite Blakeney


the list of one-hundredX


1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark - January 26, 2011
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret - March 15, 2011
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection - January 28, 2011
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb - January 24, 2011
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession - November 20, 2010
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle - November 26, 2010
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

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Old 11-19-2010, 05:11 PM

I vote that we do challenges between us for Max x Mel goodness. As such I challenge you for a Max Mel drabble for

71. Obsession

And in your post, once it's done you can challenge me back :mrgreen:

I'm so excited to see what you come up with!!!

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Old 11-19-2010, 05:22 PM

HAHAHAHA okay but you're gonna have to wait till I'm back from school.

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Old 11-19-2010, 07:57 PM

deal~! I'm excited!

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Old 11-20-2010, 11:13 PM

Seventy-One: Obsession


((Max & Mel))

Has it seriously been that long already? Most of that time was spent hating him, trying to kill him (and failing), rising to every challenge he had thrown at her. Eventually, that so-called “relationship” branched out into a necessity of working together, just because they found that besides both of them being each other’s arch-nemesis, there were others working against them.

And that would simply not fly well with Carmella de Rosencourte.

Enter one Maxwell Kane…

He flew into her life, that cocky, arrogant bastard from imperialist America, wanting to take the European underworld by storm. Damn him. The idiotic prick got himself into so many near-death situations, it was a wonder to her that he was actually still alive! From being led into traps from rival assassin mafia squads, to drowning, it was no secret that Carmella wished him dead. Likewise, it was the same in his mind, for her.

Their relationship, from an outsider’s viewpoint, was rather unorthodox. Take fire and ice, and well, they were pretty much a nuclear explosion. And after all this time of animosity and mutual hatred, Max had asked Carmella out. It was the anniversary of when they had first met and declared war on each other. “How many years has it been?” she asked to the framed picture of the idiotic fool on her nightstand. There was Max, smiling cocky as ever, as if he knew something she didn’t know.

She rolled her eyes. “As if you could ever pull a fast one on me. I know you, Kane. I know your game, and it’s not very useful in your standing,” she warned to the inanimate photograph.

They planned this a week ago. Emptied their calendar specifically for tonight. Well, actually she did. As for how Max kept himself up-to-date with his events, that wasn’t her problem. “Just as long as he doesn’t forget that we’re going out tonight,” Carmella sighed to herself, blowing away stray bangs that had fallen on her face.

For a woman of her breeding, getting ready for a date took hours. Decisions like picking the perfect dress, the perfect hairstyle, how to act, whether or not she was going to give him more than a good-night kiss was very nervewracking to the usually calm-and-collected Carmella. Okay, so it wasn’t completely nervewracking, but she did have very high standards. Max, the blundering idiot that he was, was probably going to find some way to ruin this date. Even if he didn’t intend to, she just knew something was going to happen.

“Breathe, Carmella. You’re only making yourself more nervous,” she said to herself. Looking on her dresser for a finishing touch to her ensemble, she selected a perfume, spritzing it on her wrists then dabbing the excesses on either side of her neck. It was a classic Calvin Klein scent, Obsession. Maybe Max would like it. At least that’s what Mel hoped.

The intercom rang. “Ms. De Rosencourte,” one of her maids called. “Mr. Kane has arrived and is waiting downstairs,” she informed. “I’ll be right there in a minute!” she replied, pressing the call button on the intercom. Standing up and brushing down her dress of any wrinkles, she grabbed her coat and purse, then arranged the bangs in her hair (damned things always got in the way!) before exiting her room and heading downstairs.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? I’ve been waiting here forever, you know that?” He held his tongue on the word, “bitch,” seeing as Angelus was probably going to cut out Max’s tongue if he called his sister that in his own home. The moment Carmella reached the ground floor, she leaned over to Max, lifting up one of her feet behind her, intent on giving him a peck on the cheek. “I said you could call my cell phone once you got in the driveway!” she replied, rolling her eyes. “And I didn’t get a call. What’s up with that?”

Max laughed. “Chill, babe, I’m here, isn’t that what you wanted?” He leaned in to kiss her back until…

“AH-CHOO!”

The spray went onto Carmella’s face as Max sneezed, and she had to wipe her face. “Ew, ew, ew, ew!” she said, taking steps back as Max pushed her away at the same time. He sneezed repeatedly. “What,” cough “the fuck,” sneeze “is that smell?”

“Calvin Klein, Obsession!” she replied. Still having a disgusted look on her face, the maids couldn’t help but giggle as they were frantically handing her a paper towel, and trying to get Max something to relieve his sinuses.

And thus the date was cancelled due to Max’s highly-allergic reaction to Obsession perfume.

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Old 11-20-2010, 11:21 PM

Oh god. So accurate. God he's an idiot.

I now owe you a drabble, for that fantastic bit of RP comedy.

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Old 11-20-2010, 11:27 PM

Hahaha yay <3 Okay I put the next challenge up on your place.

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Old 11-23-2010, 07:07 PM

Alright, did my drabble on my thread. I challenge you to number 90, triangle.

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Old 11-23-2010, 08:27 PM

あなた の Drabble を よみました。 Challenge accepted.

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Old 11-27-2010, 06:58 AM

Ninety: Triangle

((Max & Mel))

This had to be the worst day of his life. All he wanted was to get his girl and take her out on a date. Carmella was old enough, after all.

“Are you calling me old?” she’d asked him the day before. That warranted a fair slap to the face that Max had oh-so-keenly earned. “No, no babe. I’m just saying it’s ridiculous that I gotta go to your house and I can’t just straight up take you out on a date. You’re almost thirty for crying out loud!” The moment those words left his lips, he knew his mistake. “Oh, fuck,” he mouthed.

His girlfriend punched him in the face. “You never, and I mean NEVER tell a girl she’s aging!” Max had doubled over, cupping his pained nose with both hands. “Jesus, Carmella! I was gonna look good for your brothers tomorrow! And now you’ve gone and, agh! You broke my nose, you bitch!”

“Well that’s what you get for calling me old, you pig! And your nose isn’t broken. But it’ll bleed for a while” She hadn’t even left him with so much as a kiss as she stormed out of his room with a deadly glare in her eyes, and out of the hotel he was staying in. It was sleazy, much to Max’s dismay, but Carmella insisted that they both lay low. Being seen in a hotel together where photographers follow your every move wasn’t convenient for either of them, so he reluctantly agreed.

The place suited him. Though it wasn’t to his normal standards, it had every comfort a guy could want: Bed, privacy, mini-bar, a working bathroom, and a good view of the city. He looked at the bed of the now-empty room. It was unmade. Scratching the back of his head, he wondered just how in the hell he survived a romp with Carmella. It wasn’t their first, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last (he hoped), but because they were here, in de Rosencourte territory, his mission wasn’t one that he’d usually take. And it wasn’t gonna get him paid, either.

No, this time, the “job” was to get the trifecta of the de Rosencourte brothers’ permission to date their sister. During a job some few months ago, they were left alone together, hanging in the balance of life and death. Oh, what a sticky situation this was. “So then why the hell do I have to ask her brothers permission for her? She’s not that special,” he spoke to empty air. Flopping on the bed, onto his stomach, he contemplated his plan of attack. To approach the trio of de Rosencourte brothers all at once was like suicide when you weren’t on their good side.

The next day…

Angelus, Gabriel, and Henri. Max initially thought he could just walk right in and tell them that he was fucking their baby sister. But that wouldn’t sit too well with the other guys. They’d have ripped his balls off if he’d so bluntly stated it like that. But that’s how Max was. And apparently, that’s how Carmella, bitch that she was, liked it. And she liked a good spanking, too. Chuckling to himself, he was “welcomed,” so to speak, into the main de Rosencourte mansion. The butler escorted him in towards the room. Max was feeling uneasy. The further he walked inwards, the more cramped the place seemed to get. Almost as if the walls were closing in on him. Turning around to look backwards, nothing had moved. All of it was just a figment of his imagination. ’Ach, whatever. Maybe I’m just thinking too hard,’ he wondered silently. He attempted to loosen his collar a bit, as well as his tie. It was as if his own tie was actually a noose and he was going in for his execution. The butler stopped for a bit, hearing Max’s hesitation to walk forward.

“Is there something wrong, sir?” the old man asked.

“Well it’s just really dark in here, isn’t it?” Max replied.

“This corridor is part of the middle of the house. There are no windows or curtains,” was the answer he received. True, there were electrical chandeliers, but they had only been lit up so much that the place was dim. At any moment, it was like they could go out and he’d be stuck in the dark.

“Right. So, are we almost there yet?” He walked on, following the butler, who nodded. “Masters Angelus, Gabriel, and Henri have been expecting you. Shan’t be too long until we reach their offices, sir.” Max didn’t feel reassured one bit. He was going into the veritable lions’ den, and he wasn’t sure if he was even going to make it out alive. Carmella had assured him that he’d be all right? “Where is that bitch anyway?” he said out loud. The butler frowned. “Pardon, sir?” he reacted, adjusting his glasses a bit to stare at Max.

“Carmella. I want to know where she is.” This was taking up a lot of his sweet time, and if she weren’t around for today, he was gonna be pissed.

“Sir, Lady de Rosencourte is out of the country. Didn’t she tell you?” The butler raised a quizzical brow, and Max did the same, as he stood astride, arms folded. Then he laughed. And laughed. “It’s just like her to do something like this to me, right when I’m gonna get grilled by her brothers! I’m gonna get her for this,” Max threatened with gritted teeth.

The butler cleared his throat. “We are here.” Max was surprised. He had his hands in his pockets as he looked to the butler, who gripped the handle of one of the double-doors and pulled it open. He announced Max’s arrival to the sitting triumvirate of brothers. “Shall I send for any refreshments, sir?” he asked, mainly to Angelus. “No, Pierre. You may leave us,” the eldest brother replied, making a gesture waving the butler off. He was sitting at the head of the large, half-ellipse-shaped table. Gabriel and Henri had serious looks on their faces. Only Angelus gave Max a smirk.

“Mr. Kane. Do have a seat,” he offered, gesturing towards the empty chair directly in front of him.

“And a good morning to you, Angelus. Gabriel. Henry.” He had known the de Rosencourte brothers long enough, but it seemed like this informal tone of speaking wasn’t appropriate for today.

“My name is Henri,” the youngest brother emphasized, a frown evident on his face.

“Whatever, man,” Max said, wanting to shut the guy up and get this over with. And then Angelus leaned forward. “What can we do for you, Max?” he asked, placing his hands folded under his chin and leering at the man that had been working closely with the family for quite a while now. Max was at a loss for words. Angelus was taking the same informal tone that Max had done with them. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, one hand at his side (probably feeling a gun that was under the table that Max couldn’t see), drumming his fingers. Henri, on the other hand, was staring at the older man, the one that he hadn’t personally worked with, but for some reason, his sister trusted this guy enough to continue working with him. And Angelus allowed it.

After a few moments of hesitation, Max finally gathered up his words. “I’m dating your sister. I want your permission for her to be my girlfriend.” There. He said it.

Angelus inhaled deeply, putting his folded hands back down on the table and raising his head slightly, looking down at the man across the table from him. “Yes, we’ve known this for quite some time. I hope you do know that this is our precious baby sister, and we won’t allow her to gallivant around with just anyone.”

Max tilted his head, putting his arms on the armrests of the chair, gripping and ungripping the edges of them. “So is that a yes or a no?”

The head of the de Rosencourte family looked to his brothers and smiled. They all shared the same goddamn smirk. This was getting scary, as they nodded to each other. And then Angelus spoke again.

“You must first best the three of us in a duel for the hand of our sister,” he determined.”

Max was incredulous. “Are you serious, man? This isn’t the Middle Ages. You know me! I can’t fucking hurt her anymore. I don’t plan on hurting her, and she’s old enough to take up a boyfriend if she wants to!”

Gabriel spoke this time, looking down at the table first and then to Max. “That may be, but the last boyfriends she had screwed her over. And the previous one, what was his name again? The one that came after Ferraccio. Yeah, we never met the imbecile. So now we’ve decided to have this little game. Prove yourself worthy, and you might have her.”

The suitor wasn’t too happy. After the false Ferraccio hit, Max and Carmella had spilled the beans to each other on their mutual hatred for Danny. He knew the guy screwed her over royally. Then again Max was screwing her. In a different way, of course. But the other guy, the one with the redheaded girlfriend. Those bitches were just plain creepy.

“So what’s it to be? You wanna fistfight? Draw our pistols and see who shoots first?” Max didn’t know what the guys had in store for him, but he felt ready to take Carmella’s brothers on. The triangle of brothers didn't scare him. At least that's what he kept trying to tell himself.

Monsieur, this is France. When we duel, we do it properly.” Angelus threw a white dueling glove across the table, landing square in front of Max. “We fence.”

’What the fuck?’

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Old 11-28-2010, 06:34 AM

Posted over at mine. I challenge you to:

63. Do Not Disturb

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Old 11-28-2010, 07:50 AM

I wonder how I'm gonna do this one without making it about sex...

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Old 11-29-2010, 12:58 AM

Oh. Hm. Carmella trying to plan one of their jobs and Max... being Max? (Interrupting her every five seconds like a man child.)

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Old 12-30-2010, 12:53 AM

Good GOD this thread is way down.

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Old 12-30-2010, 02:01 AM

haha, that's cause you owe me a drabble! LMFAO - jk

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Old 12-30-2010, 02:58 AM

I do xD

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Old 01-20-2011, 07:19 PM

Okay. Challenge reissued: 63. Do Not Disturb!!!!

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Old 01-21-2011, 01:27 AM

I KNOW! LOL I'm friggen lazy.

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Old 01-21-2011, 01:57 AM

<3 :heart: <3

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Old 01-21-2011, 01:59 AM

xDDD It needs to get in my head but I have a headache ;_; Hopefully later tonight I'll cover everything.

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Old 01-21-2011, 02:49 AM

no worries, it's been a month since I replied to our RP - I can't say shit.

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Old 01-21-2011, 05:18 AM

Ok not tonight. I fell asleep and I'm gonna go back to sleep :P

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Old 01-21-2011, 05:19 AM

alright! Night gurl~

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Old 01-21-2011, 05:21 AM

*hugs* Dude I feel so sickded ;__; my tummy hurts and errything.

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Old 01-21-2011, 06:06 AM

awww~ NOO! Feel better~

 


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