A/n: Thanks for the reviews (again, sooooo gracious *bows*), but, to the-unbreakable-jade: I agree, Jekyll is cute! And Newfoundland was always there since the Vikings named it (a long, LONG time before 1900's, October, 9th 2000 celebrated 1000 years after Leif Ericson landed on Newfoundland, so that means Newfoundland was discovered, officially, in the year 1000) but Newfoundland wasn't Newfoundland, Canada till 1949 (Y'know like actually on the confederation). History lesson! Until 1949 it was mainly inhabited by the British, French, Spanish/Portuguese and the natives. Anyways, hope that clears it up! (^_^) On to the story!
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Dorian watched the looming castle. Nothing was moving but the blinding snow as he reached up and pounded the door knocker. The sound reached for miles and echoed in the valley below. No one answered. Again, he knocked. Again, no answer. He was soon sick of knocking and opened the door, peering inside. Nobody was there. In fact, the place looked like it hadn't had a living soul in it for centuries upon centuries.
"Hello?" Dorian yelled. It echoed, just like he valley only hollower. A slim and trim figure walked out of the shadows.
"Hello" the woman responded dully. She was young, looking to be about 19, and pale.
"Are you Miss La Rochelle?" Dorian asked and took a step forward. She took a step back.
"Yes, who are you?" the girl inquired. Dorian smiled.
"Dorian Gray, from the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen, I'm here to recruit you," he said and stepped towards her again. She was too distracted by the question to step again, deeper into the shadows.
"Oh, well, no," she said.
"No? You haven't even heard my offer," Dorian tried to win her over.
"Offer?" curiosity played at her face.
"Offer, what is your first name?" Dorian asked.
"Alexandria" she said. 'Alexandria La Rochelle' Dorian repeated in his mind.
"That's not a French name" he recognized.
"Greek, my mother was a fan of the mythology," she said quietly. Dorian stepped even closer. She could smell him. The mixture was of cologne and something else she just couldn't put her finger on. It seemed foreign.
"Ah, you wouldn't be scared of little ole me, would you?" he teased.
"No," she said adamantly and remained in place "I don't know you; you barge into my home, and try to get me to fight? Why should I be scared?" Her sarcasm bit into him. Finally, some spirit. He'd been worried for awhile there.
"So, you won't come voluntarily?" Dorian asked. She crossed her arms.
"No" she fought back. Too many people had trampled over her in her life and now she was sick of it. She watched Dorian reach into his shirt and pull out a necklace…with an orb…this was where her mind went blank.
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On the Nautilus, Andromeda and Galaxia were settling in their new room.
"Why is there another bed? Do you think there's some one else?" Galaxia asked and was given a glare by Andromeda as if to say 'How can you be so naïve?' The door swung open and bother the girls looked over. Another girl, slender and pretty walked into the room. She looked disgruntled.
"Hello" Galaxia greeted her. The other girl sank onto the bed.
"Hi" she said grumpily.
"What's you name?" Galaxia asked, but at the same time Andromeda asked "How'd they get you?"
"My name," she responded "is Alexandria La Rochelle and that stupid man, Dorian Gray," she mimicked his accent "used an orb necklace."
"Aren't they beautiful? What colour was yours?" Galaxia asked. Alexandria saw a sparkle in her eyes.
"Blue and green" she replied.
"Mine was orange and red, Andromeda's was purple and black," Galaxia said and pointed towards Andromeda.
"What do you have to offer the league?" Andromeda asked.
"I have to offer THEM something? They practically kidnapped me," Alexandria complained. She didn't like this. She did not like this at all.
"What's your power?" Galaxia said in a whisper. Alexandria got the feeling Galaxia was probably the puppet to Andromeda. She gave Galaxia a look, but Galaxia didn't notice it.
"I have psychic powers" she gave a vague description of her powers. Her powers were far further than psychic.
"We can transform, plus I have ice breath and she can create fire, shh, they don't know that yet," Galaxia put her index finger over her mouth, indicating silence. Andromeda rolled her eyes.
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"Supper is served in the dinning room" Tom popped in to the girl's room, seeing they all looked very disgruntled, except Galaxia who brightened up when she saw Tom.
"Hi Tom!" she said. Andromeda swapped her.
"You know his first name?" she asked. Galaxia rubbed her arm.
"He has the nice necklace!"
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Mina and Jekyll walked down the hallway together. Jekyll seemed highly more nervous than usual.
"Is something wrong, Dr. Jekyll?" she asked him. He looked at her doubtfully.
"Yes, Mina, something has been troubling me lately," he admitted "How are we supposed to trust these new members if we need orbs just to control them? It seems to me like maybe they're a bit dangerous."
"Of course they're dangerous, why else would the league have to snap them up before Catherine Rogue got to them?" Mina reasoned. Jekyll nodded.
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Nemo, Quartermain, and Tom were all heading up the opposite hall to Mina and Jekyll. They all remained silent but knew the question on each other's minds. Who were these new girls? And what was the girl who Dorian had recruited like? They entered the dining room and each sat at their respective places. Another chair was set next to Tom, Dorian, and Jekyll. Each of the girls sat next to their recruiter, Alexandria a little more reluctantly than the others. The conversation was as light as new company could get. Galaxia giggled over Tom, Andromeda liked Jekyll, she thought he was 'wimpy' even though she knew he had a heart of gold, and Alexandria, unbeknownst to herself, was actually beginning to like sitting with Dorian. He was a lot better than the stone gargoyles in her house.
Dorian felt he had accomplished his goal. He had made Alexandria smile at least once and he thought maybe she was warming up to him. Tom was very happy with Galaxia and Jekyll did enjoy Andromeda's spontaneous attitude. Mina sat in the corner, looking sulky, and every once in awhile, Quartermain would see her glance around the table as if to say something but then decide against it. Skinner was the life of the party, making his jokes, and, as usual, he and Nemo would sit in silence letting the atmosphere soak in. The dinner went smoothly, in Nemo's opinion. Everyone else agreed, even though none said it out loud.
Eventually, everything must come to an end. All went they're separate ways and into their separate rooms for a good night's sleep. Tomorrow was bound to be just exciting as the day before it.
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A/n: Okay, so I didn't let on what Alexandria's power was and I'm not very good at cliffie's but I'm just wondering something. I don't know if it'll work for everyone, but I think I might try it.