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Post by Cesare Borgia on Jun 3, 2012 22:12:04 GMT -5
(July 20th. Open to Rebecca and Cesare for the first page or two or until we say others can come in.)
Cesare waltzed across the sand. Unfortunately, the youth wasn't exactly sure what was going on in this place but the beach was a wonderful place to relax. A sunny patch by the shore was where the young man was reading, propped up on a tree, an apple in one hand and a novel in the other. He'd slipped through the library silently in the morning, picking out a few modern novels and non-fiction books. He was fascinated by the books; locomotion and trains, cars and electricity! What interesting subjects!
He took a bite of the apple and turned the page of the book her was reading, gazing up every once and a while at the sea shore. Shoes still booted, he frowned and untied them. Letting his bare feet touch the sand, he rolled up his pants and placed the boots to the side. Running finger through his thick curls he returned to the book.
"Curious," he mused, "How curious. Their boats run on these things called...motors...Holy Father would not even believe these things, would he? If I ever get out of here I must bring Father-Holy father back some of these papers..."
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Post by rebecca on Jun 5, 2012 22:11:39 GMT -5
(ooc: AJSJFLSDJLDFJ Why did it take me so long to get to this thread again? I kept losing it. D: )
Even though Rebecca had been in the new world (or rather, outside of DeVil Ville) for some time by that point, she still found herself wowed by the various wonders around her. Video games (weren't regular games enough?), information that could be stored on devices called computers, and many more. Rebecca could hardly wrap her mind around everything. But, that day she wasn't going to worry about it that much. She was content to walk about the beach and let her mind wander.
Her head lifted up slightly when she realized she wasn't alone. It was the sound of a male's voice that had attracted her attention, and bright blue eyes shifted from the sand to Cesare. It looked as though he was engrossed in a book, and from the sound of things he was just as intrigued by the wonders of the world around them. But... humans were supposed to know everything, right? How could he not know about something?
"Pardon me... I hope ye dinae mind my intruding, but I could nae help but overhear ye. Are... ye unfamiliar with some things around here too?"
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Post by Cesare Borgia on Jun 6, 2012 10:17:00 GMT -5
Cesare's curled head turned to face the petite pink spotted dog before him. Aha, something he recognized finally. A different breed than he was used to, sure, but a canine none the less. Cesare peered at the Victorian collar (which I'm assuming she still has on, correct me if I'm wrong XP) and listened to the accent. A scottish dog? Scots were seen as barbarians by the Italians however, Cesare knew no to judge a book by its country. He didn't close the book but he was no longer paying attention to it's contents.
"Unfamiliar?" He said with a chuckle, "More like clueless. I know not a 'lightswitch' from a comput-ugh...the shiny boxes with the glass on the front? I have not a clue." Adjusting his back on the tree he finally closed the book and placed the apple core on top of it.
"Everything's so...advanced," he murmured, "Like something out of a story book. Not even the new world held such wonders." Not that he'd been there himself but he'd heard stories, none of which involved such devices.
"My name's Cesare," he said, realizing just then how strange it was he was talking to a Scottish accented dog, "Is this part of the future as well? That dogs talk?"
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Post by rebecca on Jun 7, 2012 16:14:40 GMT -5
"I know what ye mean. I did nae know what ta make of it all when I was introduced ta everything that's so... new." Rebecca said. She planted her little rear in the sand, not seeming to care if she got sandier in the process, and tilted her head to the side just a little as the man's words sank in. She hadn't thought much about it before, but it did seem odd that a human could understand her. She brought a paw to her frilly Victorian collar, almost as if in thought, and her brow furrowed slightly. So many new, confusing aspects in the world. How would she ever get used to them all?
"I... cannae say fer certain. I did nae think humans an' dogs could understand each other. Maybe it has something ta do with the island?" Rebecca asked. That was her only explanation. Otherwise, she was clueless.
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Post by Cesare Borgia on Jun 10, 2012 14:27:10 GMT -5
"I supose that wouldn't be the strangest thing this island has to offer," Cesare clucked, placing the book on the ground. He patted the sand beside him and smiled at the pink spotted lass. "Come join me," he mused softly. The youth sat up and clutched his knees. He stared out at the ocean before returning his eyes towards the dog's blue ones. He stared at her collar for a moment before deciding to voice his suspicions out loud.
"You are not from this time I suppose, are you...?" He paused. The dog hadn't given out her name. "Hm, anyway, that collar. You look as if you are something from my time. You are aware of this time perhaps?" He leaned back on the tree again.
"What breed of dog do they call you?" he asked, "We have greyhounds and smaller dogs from our time but none with such wonderful spots!"
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Post by rebecca on Jun 10, 2012 16:11:05 GMT -5
"How did ye know?" Rebecca asked as she closed the gap between her and Cesare and sat down near him. She supposed that her collar and accent were pretty good indicators that she wasn't from around the same time period as everybody else, but had there been anything else? Maybe it wasn't all that important, though. It seemed like the pair of them were alike in some ways. "I mean, ye are correct. I dinae come from this time period. Ta be honest with ye, I still dinae understand how I got here in the first place. I just remember seein' some friends off, and the next thing I knew I wasn't home." she said.
Now that the topic of what breed she was had come up, she felt inclined to answer. It wasn't every day that Rebecca got to tell someone about herself. "I'm a dalmatian, sir. We dalmatians are a proud breed back home. I muhself was a carriage hound." Rebecca explained. Talking about home did make her feel a little melancholy, but not enough to turn the tide of the conversation. Now she wanted to know a little more about her conversation buddy, though.
"Och... I apologize. I dinae introduce muhself. Muh name's Rebecca. May I ask yiur name?"
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Post by Cesare Borgia on Jun 18, 2012 10:57:12 GMT -5
"Hm," Cesare said, reaching out a hand to scratch the dog's ears, being careful to be gentle, "I don't come from this time either. There are so many things I just...don't understand. It's very strange." He took in her description of her breed. He nodded and lifted his hand from her ears and smiled when she mention carriage hounds.
"Aha, something I recognize," he said with a laugh, "A Carriage hound? You must have been high up in society then." He dipped his head in a nod.
"Of course," he said, "Cesare Borgia. At your service m'lady." He smiled to the dog once more, eyes flashing slightly. "Cardinal under Pope Alexander. His son actually." He wasn't proud of this, just stating facts. He shrugged.
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Post by rebecca on Jun 19, 2012 22:59:16 GMT -5
"A Cardinal? How luck I am ta be in the presence of someone so important sounding." Rebecca said, bowing her head politely as she finished speaking. How interesting that the pair of them seemed to both be important where they had come from. Granted, Rebecca didn't exactly know what a Cardinal was. The important thing was that it sounded like a very important title!
"But don't ye think it strange? The pair of us brought from our homes and ta this place without much explanation?" Rebecca asked. All she knew was that they were supposed to find love. She'd found a friend of sorts in Berlioz, but other than that Rebecca was uncertain of how she was doing in terms of the supposed game. How were they even supposed to be finding love on the island when she and Cesare were more inclined to try and figure out the world around them?
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