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Post by Rose Devereux on Apr 15, 2006 15:01:17 GMT -5
Rose made her way down the cool aisle of the Opera's stable. Her emerald green riding habit made a soft swooshing noise with every step. As she passed each stall equine heads looked up at her. It had been too long since she had ridden. "Hey honey" she crooned softly when she had reached a stall near the end of the aisle. "it's been awhile, hasn't it?" a chestnut head nickered in reply. rose lead the Chestnut stallion from his stall and handed him off to a passing stablehand. the boy looked up at her, nodded, and led the horse away to be tacked. When he returned she took the double reins from his trembling hand and led the stallion to the mounting block. In one swift movement, she had vaulted herself onto his back. feeling the presence of a rider, he began to prance in place, but quieted under Rose's calm hand. with a slight nudge of her polished boot her mount piclked up a spirited trot. she had missed the framiliar movement of riding. as she cleared the stable yard, she urged him into a canter. soon the frigid air began to tear her auburn locks from the bun she had tied it in. the air began to sting her eyes, but rose took no notice. she could feel a stray tear leak from the corner of her eye, although she knew the harsh wind had nothing to do with it. Rose lost track of time, only when she felt her mount begin to slow, did she realize she ahd had him cantering the entire time. reining the stallion back to a walk she dropped her head into her hands, letting the reins slip her fingers and rest in the firing mane of her horse. As if sensing something was wrong, he stopped. Although Rose did not notice, slowly another tear leaked from the corner of her eye...and then another.
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 15:21:47 GMT -5
Rose had lost track of time, the sky had clouded over and a torrential rain had begun to fall, quickly soaking her to the skin, although she took no notice. Eventually her mount had started to walk back the way they had came. Rose could no longer pay attention to her surroundings...she was so cold. She assumed she must have passed out, because when she awoke she was laying ina pile of hay with the stableboy's concerned face looming over her "mam'selle" she tried to sit up groggily, "mam'selle" he said again, "come with me, you need to get inside..." Even with her nobility, Rose allowed the stableboy to help her to her feet and half carry her into the infirmary.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 20, 2006 19:10:35 GMT -5
*Vianne walked into the empty stables, glancing around with a haughty, scornful look.* "Gaston? Gaston Valicore?" *she called out.* Silly boy probably ran when he saw me coming. No matter. He'll get what is coming to him... *She turned to leave and started slightly as she saw three men appear out of the shadows.* "Can I help you, Messieurs?" "As a matter of fact, you can, Madame Giry..." said a smaller man with a fox-like face. "We understand you know the whereabouts of the Scarlet Pimpernel..." "The what, Monsieur?" *Mme. Giry supressed the tremor in her voice and maintained a cool expression.* "A certain young gentleman--" That blasted urchin! How much did they pay him? "--has led us to believe that a letter we have recieved from the Scarlet Pimpernel himself was mailed from your hand--from this Opera house." "You believe me to be this Scarlet Pimpernel, Monsieur?" *Mme. Giry laughed lightly as she spoke, for despite the circumstances, the thought itself seemed droll enough.* "Of course not, Madame--the letter was marked with his personal seal. But you must have been in contact with him. As a loyal citoyenne, you will of course lead us to him." "I cannot, Monsieur, as I do not know of whom you speak, much less his whereabouts." "You lie, Madame. But it is of little consequence...it would merely have been easier for you had you been of a more accomodating frame of mind." *Vianne blanched slightly, but did not tremble.* "Monsieur?" "If you will not take us to the Pimpernel, he must come to you." "Even if I knew the man you seek, I could not whistle for him as one would for a dog." "Hardly, Madame Giry." At a sign from Chauvelin, the two thugs who accompanied him pinioned Vianne's arms by her sides. "Gentlemen! You will unhand me this instant!" *she cried.* "Alas, Madame," *said Chauvelin, calmly taking a pinch of snuff.* "You leave us no choice other than to detain you until we meet with the Scarlet Pimpernel." "The Temple Prison?" *her voice now trembled.* What if Percy were not yet free? "Nay, Madame. No such degradation. We have prepared more...private quarters for you. Citoyens, if you would?" *A black carriage with shaded window had pulled into the stableyard, and the men now dragged Vianne towards it. Her first cry of terror echoed around the empty cobbles like a gunshot, and a moment later, the carriage door was shut upon her and rattled away into the foggy streets.*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 21, 2006 20:17:08 GMT -5
((Good gracious I'm lazy...))
*Arielle walked in, her usual bouncy step gone. She had *magically* changed into her riding habit, and now walked over to her tall bay stallion. She smiled as she patted him, gazing at his handsome face with its white blaze and intelligent, liquid brown eyes* Hey, sweetheart. I haven't seen you in a while, have I? *She gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle before tacking him up and getting on, letting him walk out and take her away from the opera...*
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Post by Ramsey on Jul 24, 2006 3:12:08 GMT -5
Ramsey walked into the stables with the young ladies in tow. "Stablehand!" he called out, smiling as one appeared. "Please ready my open carriage with two horses to pull, and my stallion."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 24, 2006 9:24:09 GMT -5
*Buffy questioned the wisdom of going riding, or carriaging, or whatever they were doing, when she should be figuring out what was going on. Then again, what better way to scout her environment? Not like she couldn't fend for herself. It was clearly a different world, the dashing Lord Ramsey ordering people about. What made her different? Her dress? The stablehand led out what she assumed was the stallion.*
Oh... he's beautiful, *she said.*
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Post by Ramsey on Jul 24, 2006 9:44:33 GMT -5
Ramsey patted the snowy-white steed's gleaming flank. "His name is Rancelyn," he said, but before he mounted the stallion he offered his gloved hand to Miss Summers so she could alight in the carriage.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 24, 2006 9:50:33 GMT -5
((Oh no you didn't! You're lucky I can stifle furious laughter at work.))
Ryncelan? What a lovely name, *Buffy exclaimed, taking his hand and climbing into the carriage. Sure, she was a liberated woman, and sure she could get into the carriage herself, but could you blame a girl for appreciating a little courtesy?*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 24, 2006 11:06:51 GMT -5
*Arielle miraculously appears, despite having set out for a ride earlier. Arielle smiled dazzlingly as she gently patted Rancelyn, admiring the powerful stallion.*
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Post by Ramsey on Jul 24, 2006 14:34:02 GMT -5
Ramsey admired Arielle's flattering riding habit. "What a lovely habit," he commented, turning and checking the reins on the pair of horses hitched to the carriage.
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Post by Arielle on Jul 24, 2006 14:35:58 GMT -5
*Arielle smiled charmingly* Thank you! It was a gift from my older sister.
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Post by liz on Jul 25, 2006 0:08:08 GMT -5
*Elizabeth entered the stables, tying the pale blue fluttering silk ribbons under her chin to fasten her bonnet. A light breeze tossed her dark brown curls around her heart-shaped face, and she gently approached the horses hitched to the carriage.* "Easy there..." *she said softly to the horse nearest her, reaching out to rub his nose. When the horse merely tossed his head and whickered gently, she laughed lightly and placed a kiss on its nose.* "There now," *she said.* "It wasn't so hard being friendly, was it?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 25, 2006 9:01:50 GMT -5
*Buffy watched the interactions of the other women with men and horses and felt, suddenly, terribly out of place. They all knew what to do. She'd always considered herself, you know, sophisticated! But these girls were ladies. Except maybe that Elizabeth Bennet, who was kissing a horse.*
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Post by liz on Jul 25, 2006 12:32:28 GMT -5
((You make it sound like I'm using tongue. : ) *Elizabeth hummed a tune to herself as she rubbed the horse's neck with her gloved hand.*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 25, 2006 12:58:27 GMT -5
((Mental image...))
*Arielle smiled as she patted the horse again and turned to Elizabeth* You like horses as well?
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