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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:00:07 GMT -5
Christian looked toward Belladonna and finally seemed to see her. "Oh, Mademoiselle Belladonna. Um, it's nothing. Come, let me escort you to your room."
He turned around once to whisper to Tristessa, "Please remember." Then he left quietly with Bella.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:01:16 GMT -5
Um...ok. *Belladonna walked with him quietly, still looking slightly confused*
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Post by vox on Nov 19, 2006 23:02:48 GMT -5
*Tristessa closed her eyes for a moment, trying, but nothing came. With a sigh she turned back to her embroidery, and found her stitches drew an oddly Eastern pattern...something Indian, perhaps. She frowned, recalling her original design had been very different. She grimaced and began to unpick her stitches.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:04:41 GMT -5
Instead of walking Bella to her room, Christian asked her if she'd like to take a walk. "I need to calm my nerves, get my mind off things," he explained.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:06:19 GMT -5
*nods sweetly, her blue eyes large* I'd love to take a walk. Just around the garden, or...
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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:08:10 GMT -5
"The garden?" Christian didn't want to run into Tristessa again, after everything that had happened. He decided to do it anyway. "Yes, that would be perfect."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:09:15 GMT -5
Ok, then. *She smiled for a moment, then her eyes clouded slightly* If you don't mind my asking...who is that girl?
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Post by vox on Nov 19, 2006 23:11:37 GMT -5
((Little known fact--Belladonna is Rumanezbekian for "salt in wound."))
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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:12:40 GMT -5
Christian hesitated before replying, "You could say she's an old friend from a past life. She can't remember anything now."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:15:58 GMT -5
((Little known fact--Belladonna is Rumanezbekian for "salt in wound.")) (( ;D)) *Belladonna gasped lightly* Oh, I'm so sorry, how heartless of me, I shouldn't have inturrupted you or asked you about her...I'm sorry...
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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:19:37 GMT -5
Christian gave a small smile. "It's fine, really. Though it bothers me that she can remember some things but not me..." As the two walked around the garden, Christian took every chance he got and glanced in Tristessa's direction, willing her to remember.
He expected at any moment for Tristessa to bound toward him with her arms outstretched, shouting, "I remember, Christian! I remember us!" But all he got was the back of her head.
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Post by vox on Nov 19, 2006 23:22:21 GMT -5
*Tristessa pricked her finger with her needle by mistake and gasped with pain. As she gasped, something caught in her throat and she coughed violently for a moment, pressing her hand to her lips. Recovering, she withdrew her hand, unwittingly leaving a crimson smear of blood on her lips and fingertips.*
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:24:15 GMT -5
*Belladonna smiled sadly* It...it does happen sometimes. It happened with my mother, sort of... She was so confused after my father died. She forgot about everything, basically...my younger brother, my father, her friends...
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Post by Christian on Nov 19, 2006 23:28:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to hear that. Whatever happened to your mother?"
Christian heard violent coughing and images ran through his mind. Blood, white handkerchief, Satine dead in his arms. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 19, 2006 23:31:08 GMT -5
She is, um, in a hospital by the sea. *Belladonna looked around* No, I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything...
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