If You're A Man At All :: Tristian ::

[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?
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Tristian shook his head and sighed, shifting a little bit. "Look, I've been alive for five hundred years. These characters have been with me for about half that time. I've had to teach myself to get into character when I was in their look. Now, I have no choice to be in character. If I don't get into character, I lose my job. Hence my nickname...Mad Hatter...yeah, he's a character of mine, too." He sat back and was silent for a while.

When Tristian looked at her hand, he had that look of concern and worry still. He glanced up at her a moment, before taking a piece of his shirt and ripping it. He didn't answer at first as he used his teeth to rip the sheet in half. He wrapped it around her wrist gently. "I'm not too overly concerned right now. You'll survive, thankfully."

He leaned back again and held his hand out for her other hand. "May I see that one? I hate seeing this...I don't want anyone hurt, but I suppose part of that is my fault..." He still looked concerned as he got another strap of shirt ready for her. He grinned. "Miss Swann. Lovely name. Tristian Sparrow, at your service."

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Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?

TAG(S);Emily Swann
LYRICS; Utopia by Within Temptation
OUTFIT;Look at picture and post.
NOTES;Horrible Post, I'm sorry.
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0!

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann turned her head back to the window when he went on explaining things...even after she'd let him know she wasn't interested. His age didn't surprise her in the least, after all, he was a vampire and he'd just been a pirate. However, his following words weren't making much sense. Okay, it may sound overly strange to have someone in this time not know much about movies, the media, and all those lovely changes. Really, her last Master had been pretty old styled and he liked to keep it that way. There hadn't been a television in the house. So, it went without saying, that this man was making hardly any sense to her. Not that she was all that interested in the first place. She'd told him that she didn't want to hear his story, yet, here she was, hearing it. Hah, slaves never had any choice, now did they? Then he mentioned those characters were his job...which made some sense, she just didn't fully catch on. Though, she did snort at his nickname, seeing as she didn't pull the connections and it sounded....well she didn't have the right word for that.

"What part of not interested didn't you understand?

[/b]" She sighed, shaking her head. "Whatever job that is...who ever made up that name?[/b]"

Emily wasn't all that interested in the nickname, after all, she was determined to call him by his title. It's what she was used to. She didn't have time to take in the emotions before she watched him rip his shirt and wrap it around her wrist. She blinked a few times in surprise, lifting her arm and eyeing the wrist, as if she were fascinated by the whole ordeal. Okay, it was obvious this Master of hers was very strange...she'd never had another like him. Especially when he tried to cover the marks on her wrists, which would heal in due time. Those were small compared to many she'd recieved in the past. Not that he would be able to tell, being a vampire and all. The only mark that never completely healed away was the mark left from the time she was turned, seeing as she was one of those walking undead. In any case, at least she didn't have to worry about scarring. That was a petty human worry.

"Um...thanks.[/b]" She muttered. "Survived worse than this.[/b]"

Another few blinks of her eyes occured before she handed him her other hand, like he'd wanted. If anything, being an empath, even one still learning, gave her the power to know whether or not he was lying or trying to trick her...that almost always played in the other person's mind. So, surprisingly for her, she knew he wasn't trying to trick her with kindness. The concern was obvious in his emotions. Naturally, she had no idea why he didn't like to see others hurt...he was a Master and it seemed to be an inheritred trait in the genes or something. Not to mention the fact he thought a part of it was his fault, when the only thing he'd done, which was bad, was carry her away without her permission. He just didn't stop surprising her when he used her name...not to mention the compliment that followed. He was a strange Master...and she wasn't sure whether or not that was supposed to be a good thing yet.

"I'm used to it,[/b]" She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "You're strange.[/b]"


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[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?
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Tristian frowned, not sure what to say to what she had just said. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked out the window for a second. "I told you anyways because you should understand that for if I'm in costume. But that's okay. I'm sorry."

Tristian finished doing what he was doing with her wrists and pat them gently, letting go afterwards. He smiled. "Lewis Carroll, I believe. Wrote Alice in Wonderland. Then became a movie. Then a sequel of sorts, which I was in as the Mad Hatter. And he's mad. Bonkers. Only the best people are they say, but that excludes me."

Tristian had to smirk a little bit at the strange comment. "So I heard, actually. I'm not sure why you all think that. We're almost there. Do I have to carry you out, Miss Swann, or are you alright on your feet?" And a second after that, he raised an eyebrow. "Well, you can get unused to it. I wouldn't hurt you. Never going to."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?

TAG(S);Emily Swann
LYRICS; Utopia by Within Temptation
OUTFIT;Look at picture and post.
NOTES;Horrible Post, I'm sorry.
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0!

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann sighed, knowing she was being harsh on the man. After all, he hadn't done anything to hurt her yet. Besides, even if he had, she wasn't exactly the sort to hold a long resentment toward it...she was a slave and she was used to being hurt. The only thing she held a high dislike for was the man who'd raped her sister, then killed her family. She glanced back at him, lowering her head. He obviously wasn't like every other Master; any other would have at least slapped her by now. He wasn't doing anything but wrap up her wrists. He was being rather kind, even. Sure, he'd been a jerk and thought his explantion was enough to cover it...and sure she was sure it might if she could actually understand it. Therefore, she now felt bad and she wasn't happy with the unwelcome feeling. Like he deserved it.

"I'm sorry.

[/b]" She whispered. "I'm not usually like this...thank you.[/b]"

That did not make things much better, she was certain she sounded stupid now. She hadn't been aware that he was finished, until he pat her wrists. She blinked twice, before taking her hands and folding her arms across her chest. Then he spoke. She raised her eyebrows at his explanation, having not really expected an answer. She chewed on her bottom lip. Books she knew about, though she'd never read that one. It's what she would do...if she had any freetime. Which was never often. Not that it mattered...she barely knew what she liked to do anyway, besides read and some writing. Nothing to waste away hours of a day with...one reason she liked being told what to do. It would be...odd if anything else. She sighed when he finished, sort of catching on now. She knew what movies were; she'd just never seen them. Her Master had ranted about them often enough. He didn't like the media. She frowned at the mention of it excluding him, thinking it had something to do with her being mean to him. Not exactly starting on the right foot, obviously.

"Okay, sorry for calling you a jerk...you're not.[/b]" She muttered. "You're not the worst, that's for sure.[/b]"

Emily couldn't help but snort in response. She could sum up a few reasons why people found him strange. His character thing....not exactly a way to go around buying slaves, not a nice welcome. His worrying; not something commonly found in Masters. He was different and in most people's minds, including hers, that automatically made him strange. Not that it was a bad thing, though she was still trying to find that out. She just couldn't see how he didn't see himself as strange, for he really was. He was one of a kind...at least she'd never seen another quite like him. She shrugged her shoulders. At his question, however, she shrunk back against the chair, some of the earlier fear riding in her chest. Naturally, she knew she had to get stronger...there was no way he going to carry her out of there. Still, she didn't want to go inside either. She would so much rather stay in the safety of the car, not wanting to meet her new life. Seeing as he was a vampire...she had no idea on how long he was planning on keeping her. How long she'd be forced to live here, if she would like it.

"You're different.[/b]" She answered, then shook her head. "Neither...I choose neither.[/b]"

Yeah, as if she had a choice. She raised an eyebrow at his comment, as if to mock him. She was not going to allow herself to believe that. She was not some ignorant girl ready to fall for anything someone tells her. Oh no, he was going to hurt her sometime down the road. She knew that...Masters always hurt slaves. It was just how life spiraled. So, no, she wasn't going to get unused to it. Why would she? Just so he could hurt her when she's let all of her guards down? Maybe that was his trick...keep her for a few centuries like this, then get her when she's unguarded. Great. Just great, she just had to be an immortal, didn't she? Never able to escape this life she'd been thrust into. Well...she was just going to have to deal with it, now wasn't she? Why couldn't she just die a nice and peaceful death...hah, but even death scared her. This was so not right. She shook her head in response after a few moments.

"I'm supposed to believe that?[/b]" She mumbled.


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[Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow]

Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Tristian didn't really know what to think about Emily, and he stared at her for several moments. He smiled softly at her then, his eyes soft. "It's alright. I understand completely. After all, you were just bought. That isn't fair for you, is it..."

Tristian closed his eyes as he turned away for a moment while the car turned into the driveway. Then as she apologized for calling him a jerk, he held a confused look again. "It's okay...I'm used to that by now."

When being told that he was different, he tilted his head slightly. "Is that a good thing?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. " I'm leaving you with a choice, and neither is not one of them. Kinda funny though." He chuckled a little at that.

"Miss Swan, please...I hate violence, and I hate pain. I do not inflict it, and I also know my manners. I'm sorry you don't believe me when I merely tell you the truth..." He sighed a little bit, and closed his eyes.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?

TAG(S);Emily Swann
LYRICS; Utopia by Within Temptation
OUTFIT;Look at picture and post.
NOTES;Horrible Post, I'm sorry.
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0!

[Emily Adair Swann]

Emily Adair Swann frowned; this man was obviously confusing. He acted so different from the Masters she had before him. His words were kind - not the usual demanding harshness she was used to. His understanding was not something she'd expected; she had expected anger by this time. She glanced away, her eyes staring out the window for several moments. A part of her still wished she was in that cage back at the trade, undisturbed. Of course, even if she were back there, it wasn't yet closing time and she was very unlikely to be undisturbed even when it was closed. Those stupid guards liked to bother her and no amount of hissing and glaring sent them away. Actually, they had found it funny. While, still a part of her was glad to be out of the trade and with this very strange man, though she was still trying to figure out whether or not she liked this difference. For now, since it wasn't something normal and she liked to keep things the same, she would go with not liking it.

"Yeah, well I should be used to it by now.

[/b]" She muttered.

Emily turned back to him the moment he spoke again, confusion glittering her features. While she was sure this man should be used to it - after all he'd said he'd been alive for five hundred years, she didn't understand why it shouldn't bother him that his slave would call him such. She chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes cast down, no longer looking out the window. She was not used to dealing with a person like him, she wasn't sure what to do or say anymore. Not to mention there didn't seem to be a way to anger this man...not that she pulled at too many strings; she never did. She felt as the vehicle turned, causing her to glance out the window, Naturally, since this wasn't her house and it was the first time setting eyes on it's surroundings, she had no idea she was so close to the place she would be forced to call home until this man decided to get rid of her. He couldn't possibly keep her forever; after all they were both immortal and he was likely to tire of her some point in time.

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have called you that.[/b]" She mumbled.

His question caught her attention. It was as if he could read her mind; since she'd been debating it for some time now. She chose not to answer right away and listened as he went on. She frowned and lowered her head when he finished with a light chuckle. Neither had seemed like a good enough choice to her. She sighed; not exactly happy with being given a choice when she just wanted all of this to be over with. She avoided his gaze, wishing the vehicle was still in motion, and she didn't have to answer this question yet. She just wanted everything to be the same again, not that he'd understand any of that. She folded her hands in her lap and glared down at them, chewing on her bottom lip in obvious frusteration. Finally, she let out a sigh and turned her attention to glare out the window. She hated making her own choices - she was so used to them being made for her. Slowly, she turned her attention back to him, not happy to have to answer him.

"I haven't decided yet.[/b]" Emily sighed, then she shook her head. "You have to make things so difficult, don't you? Fine...I'll...try and make it on my own.[/b]"

If she could make it on her own, it would be better than any physical touch, after all. She closed her eyes when he spoke next. While a part of her willed herself to believe him, she couldn't. She was sure, that after at least a century, she would anger him at some point in time. Surely, not even he was immune to acting out in anger, even if he thought he was. Still, he sounded kind, his words sincere, and she had to sigh again. She knew this was going to be far more difficult than living with her previous Master. Even if he had been considered a decent Master to most, he was still much more like other Masters than this man seemed to be. In fact, this man was strange enough to come from a different planet. Of course, being a vampire, she knew that wasn't possible. Her Master would have ranted about that some point in time if something like that were possible. She finally allowed her gaze to settle on him.

"I'm sorry that I can't believe you, but I'm sure some point in the future, you would.[/b]" She added.


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