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Post by Wildfeather on Aug 2, 2008 10:38:56 GMT -5
*Wild took his hand and started pulling him in a direction she knew Leclerk never used to walk: the streets by the High Court of Justice.
Her pulling had a kind of panic in it, she too was afraid that Leclerk might come back for her again. She started breathing faster, like she was about to hyper-ventilate, and her dark eyes were filled with panic.*
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Post by Tsuzuki on Aug 2, 2008 10:48:24 GMT -5
"All right, all right, let's go," Tsuzuki said, a little shocked to see the reaction the name 'Leclerk' garnered. He let himself be dragged for a little while, then he stopped and knelt, looking directly into Wild's eyes.
"Wild. You don't need to be scared. I won't let Leclerk hurt you, ever again- I promise." He smiled at her. "Okay?"
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Post by Wildfeather on Aug 2, 2008 10:53:44 GMT -5
*Wild stood trembling in front of him. Her lower lip formed to an adorable pout, and her beautiful, black doe-eyes filled with tears.
Her lower lip started trembling again by his mentioning of Leclerk. With a heartbreaking sob she wrapped her arms around his neck, almost suffocating him, and hid her face against his shoulder.*
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Post by Tsuzuki on Aug 2, 2008 10:57:14 GMT -5
Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around the little girl, patting her back comfortingly. "It's okay," he said. "C'mon. Let's go back to my place and get you cleaned up." He picked her up, her arms still wrapped around him, and began to walk towards the hotel where he'd booked a room.
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 25, 2008 22:14:57 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Mercutio wandered down the street aimlessly, his mouth full of a swiped apple. He'd nothing to do that day, and no one to do it with- it was too early in the day for anyone interesting to be at a tavern, he didn't have the money for a whore, and he hadn't yet met anyone he'd wanted to keep in touch with while he was here. The streets were crowded, as Parisian streets often were- Mercutio had chosen a busy one, to lean against the wall and people-watch.
He took another bite of his apple, the loud crunch barely heard over the patter of feet and the cry of voices.
(( Reserved for Tybalt. <3 ))
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 26, 2008 13:40:06 GMT -5
*Tybalt strode by, probably on his way to somewhere very important. His mind swam with thoughts of Meg and their first meeting.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 26, 2008 15:17:50 GMT -5
Mercutio tilted his head to the side. He took another bite of the apple, his eyes never leaving Tybalt.
Tybalt looked engrossed in his thoughts. Mercutio sort of wanted to stick a foot out in front of him.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 26, 2008 15:43:09 GMT -5
*Instinct or random happenstance made him look up and glance in Mercutio's direction. He debated for a moment, whether to stop and ask very nicely for his dagger back, or to keep walking and never acknowledge his existence again. Both were very tempting.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 26, 2008 15:46:06 GMT -5
Tybalt noticed him, but there was no noticable reaction to his presence.
How very disappointing.
Mercutio lifted his chin, in silent acknowledgement and something of a challenge. His eyes glittered as he smiled.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 26, 2008 15:53:11 GMT -5
*He settled on a compromise- reclaim his weapon, (in a fight, if necessary) then pretend that they'd never met.
He stopped when he was level with Merctuio. The carefree, insolent way he lounged against the wall was somehow extremely grating.*
"Mercutio," *he said, only a hint of a growl in his voice.* "I believe you have something of mine."
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 26, 2008 15:56:55 GMT -5
"Your heart?" Mercutio said hopefully. "Your libido? Your left boot? Really, just tell me when I hit it."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 26, 2008 16:14:04 GMT -5
*He glared at him, supremely unamused.*
"My dagger, Mercutio," *he snarled.* "I could kill you for stealing from me."
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 26, 2008 20:58:50 GMT -5
"Ah, but you see, you can only manage that if you have it on you," Mercutio informed him. "Or I suppose if you have your swo- ngk. You do."
A trace of uneasiness lingered in Mercutio's face; he masked it by tapping a finger thoughtfully against his lips. "But, Tybalt, that's my one momento- I have nothing else to remember our night of passionate love with ~ !"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 26, 2008 21:05:56 GMT -5
*He snarled, slamming Mercutio up against the wall, hard.*
"You'd be better off forgetting it," *he growled.* "It never happened."
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 26, 2008 21:09:05 GMT -5
Mercutio regarded him from narrowed, darkly amused eyes. "Ohhh Tybalt," he crooned, raising a hand to stroke the other man's face. "I know you don't mean it."
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