Who: Ace, OPEN
What: Sometimes we have no choice in what we are or who we become. This is the fate chosen out for our life, and so it shall be till the day we die.
Where: Ace's Castle; somewhere in the vicinity of Centennial Park
When: Early evening
Rating: PG-13
Notes: The castle staircase is lowered; curious minds come on in
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If I cry now, I won't be able to breathe; Someone is crying out from the reflection in the mirror and I realize, I'm not supposed to be like this. )
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"I wish I had me one of these..." Crossing arms across the flash symbol upon his chest. Penthouses, secret lairs, castles why was he the one stuck with the cheap apartment. One hand would lift up and start munching on that apple.
"So if this is the castle where is the Royal family..." He said soon spotting her. "Mario I guess you found the princess in this castle.." He said talking to himself though she looked as if she was in thought.
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"...you could at least knock." She finally replied, though not looking at him directly. "It's rude if you don't..."
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"You can come in." She said, moving from a kneeling position on the hardwood floor of the gazebo, to taking her familiar seat upon her swing set.
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It was really only by chance that she had passed by now, her book of old fairy tales tucked beneath her arm. The staircase was down and the door was open. Odd. In all her time seeing it...
This was an opportunity that the goddess couldn't pass up. Creeping her way up the stairs, moving nimbly, she entered into the castle, peering around. The courtyard, of course, caught her eyes first and that's where Persephone headed, making her way quietly to the center.
The last thing she expected to find was another teenaged girl. Maybe some powerful figure, a king or queen, ready to rule over Metropolis, but no. Just the girl and her doll.
Persephone cleared her throat lightly, extracting herself from some nearby foliage that had gotten clingy in her attempts at stealth. "Ah... I am sorry to intrude, I could not help
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There had been several 'visitors' who had stopped by out of curiosity before her. All of them drawn in by the sheer mystery of a castle that had taken no longer then one night's sleep to build. They'd stay, wandering around the courtyard in awe, amazed that no matter what the weather was outside, the sky above the this vast garden always remained clear, blue and sunny.
A striking contrast to the dark-themed statues of angels scattered about outside and inside the castle walls. Though they appeared to be made of nothing more but stone and granite, many would attest that when they standing in their presence, the eyes of these 'lifeless' statues were watching them.
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"Mm," she hummed. "I had tried before but I had found my way barred. Are you ruler here?"
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There was a long pause from the former Royal Flush Gang member as she gently stroked the yarn-made hair of the doll she held onto so tightly. It was the first time any of her visitor's had called her such a thing, and it took her a moment to come up with some sort of answer.
"...I'm not a ruler. Just a creator..." A truthful enough explanation, Ace thought. To be a ruler you need someone to rule over. And all she had were statues and a doll.
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The swing set she seemed to bring with her wherever she went was swaying on it's own; it's hinges creaking softly with each swing forward. A ripple in the water that surrounded her gazebo platform disrupted her reflection as a single lilypad in the shape of three-leaf clover popped up to the service.
"This is home."
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The sight of a castle in the park caught her attention, and she walked around its perimeter curiously. What was that doing there? It seemed out of place in an otherwise thoroughly urban city. Perhaps it was a historical building?
She approached the front, looking to see if there was an entrance fee.
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Nope, there was practically nothing inside. Except for maybe Ace, who was seated under the gazebo in the garden, doing nothing in particular other then straightening her doll's hair out. Not bothered in the slightest at the arrival of a visitor to her front door.
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She wandered inside, taking in the sights. The architecture was beautiful, although she couldn't place it historically. The statues were haunting and yet skillfully crafted in their own way. Finally, she came across the gazebo and spotted a young girl on her own.
"Ah...excuse me," she began.
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"You don't have to apologize."
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He marched inside, ready for anything.
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