Hello! My name is Sarah Phillips. I'm somewhat new to the Isle, and excited to be employed at Crest FM. Happy Listening! ((For "The Other World" Roleplay))
Sarah had been apprehensive about finding a present for someone she'd never met, but the Englishwoman was relieved to learn that one of her coworkers—Cyrus—was acquainted with the young American psychic. The other radio host’s description of Mabel Rhodes brought a warm smile to Sarah’s cold cheeks, and the vampire set out shopping with the girl’s fun-loving, adventurous, caring and unapologetically enthusiastic spirit in mind.
She felt the centuries of distance from her own childhood very keenly as she shopped, reminded of just how different things were now. And the added magical element of the Isle didn’t make her decision any easier. Finally, she found something among the odds and ends of a novelty store that seemed to suit her recipient perfectly.
Christmas Day arrived, and while the cover of snow-laden clouds obscured the pale winter sun, Sarah set off with her package toward the address she’d been given. She’d put the item into a gift box with some extra room, and wrapped it in white paper that glistened with its embellished silvery foil snowflake pattern. The finishing touch was a bright red ribbon, securing a greeting card to the top of the package.
Reaching the home of Mabel’s guardians, Sarah steadied herself and knocked on the door, asking as politely as possible after the young occupant. She waited for an answer, and was prepared to give the gift directly to Mabel, or perhaps hand it to her aunt or uncle to give her with an explanation.
Whenever Mabel opened the card, precise, tightly curled calligraphic handwriting explained:
Dear Mabel,
Merry Christmas from your “Secret Santa”! My name is Sarah, and I work at the radio station with your friend Cyrus—I hope he told me enough about you for me to find something you’d like! You are an amazing young lady, from what I’ve heard, with such a strong and loving heart. May the holiday season and New Year bring you the blessings of joy and laughter you seem to bring to all who know you.
Yours truly,
Sarah Phillips
Inside the package, Mabel will find a necklace with a sizable heart-shaped pendant, filled with an enchanted substance that will glow a bright purple hue when she wills it to.
[[ because Mabel has the biggest heart on the Isle, probably, it is known. keep on shining bby girl <3 ]]
When we were younger, my brother and I really enjoyed watching Liberty’s Kids on PBS. As a result, I think… I know more about American history than I know about Canadian history. Sorry, Canada. Anyway, I’ve been watching it while working lately and here we are.
(so I'm still out of it, but I'm gonna finish posting the rest of these xmas lists. so here's Sarah's)
Cyrus
Avis
Kris
Goose
Not just because it's a goose, ok, its sense of childlike wonder reminded her of him.
Sacha
Little stones with words on them like this, but with the Russian translation on the back to help Sacha learn more English and communicate with his friends nonverbally when he has trouble vocalizing.
also sorry if i got any vampire stuff (or secret backstory plot stuff, i tried to be purposefully vague) wrong i am still not very vampire savvy, even though i've been in this rp for years and watched 9 seasons of SPN now
Before it had been sapped of warmth and life, that same body had been rigid with fear. I wanted to scream when my lord husband bared his fangs in our wedding bed—in that manor of his that was chilly despite its bright, roaring fires—but I don't recall a sound escaping my tightened, panicked lungs. I tried to twist away an instant later, when he lunged forward to sink those teeth into my trembling flesh; I was by no means a weak woman, but the aged man was so much stronger than he looked ... unnaturally so.
For the first time, I felt truly helpless, as prey caught in my most vulnerable state and trapped in the jaws of a lion, pinned to the hard, unyielding ground that had once been a downy bed. A steady stream of blood flowed from my neck over his lips, and I could see droplets falling to stain the snowy sheets in the corner of my vision. First I could no longer move, then it became difficult to breathe, and more painful to try than the deepening wound in my neck; and finally my eyes could stay open no more, darkness closing in as I faded into what I assumed was the end.
How wrong I was.
Briefly, I was aware of a foul liquid being poured through my lifeless lips. It tasted like metal, and ran thick as syrup, and I was too weak to refuse it. For all its repulsiveness, it offered the most warmth I had felt since crossing the threshold of what was to be my wedded home, and I drifted pleasantly back to unconsciousness. In my delirium, I foolishly believed that someone—some hero, some knight of old—must have rescued me at the last moment from the monster I had married, and was nursing me back to health with a strange tonic; far, far away from where I still lay.
When I awoke later, much to my dismay, I was still in the same room where this nightmare began. The sheets, my nightgown, were stained with blood, now dry. I was also painfully thirsty; more aptly, I hungered for more of whatever I had consumed earlier. The man—the monster—was gone, the door to the chamber locked behind him (I checked).
Reeling, I considered my fate, running shaking fingers cold as ice through the dulled flames of my hair. At first I was sure he meant to kill me by consuming all my life's blood, then I had felt that fleeting false hope of salvation, and now I was left alone, starving, almost mad with hunger; and not a crumb in sight. Had he left me to die alone and in fear, to cruelly compound my suffering?
The scent of something finally caught my attention, and its draw was powerful. It led me to a curious silver goblet that rested on the table by the window, which was obscured by heavy curtains. A red liquid resided within the chalice, surely a relic of centuries past, and I squinted uncertainly in the dim, insufficient light. When I pulled back the curtain to illuminate the scene, I recoiled from the sunlight as though it had burned me, and tried to catch my breath only to find that the air seared my throat. Eventually, my eyes adjusted, and I could see the cup clearly again, lifting it carefully to see the crimson fluid that nearly overflowed the vessel. It smelled of the substance I had imbibed before, and I desperately lifted it to my lips, where its warm relief trickled down my parched throat, still uncomfortably thick.
Feeling slightly more clear-headed I inspected the cup once more. The realization of its contents hit me like the discharge of an entire firing line of muskets, so shocking that I dropped it to the floor, scrambling backward until my body found a wall in its way. The blood pooled around the fallen goblet and trickled in a rivulet after me, unable to escape the terrible fate that I now, finally, tearfully understood.
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