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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 13:13:51 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 1, 2006 13:13:51 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.* I understand.*He picked up his cane and stood.* We should return, it is getting dark.*He offered his arm.*
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 13:18:42 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 1, 2006 13:18:42 GMT -5
*Madame Giry nodded and went with him.* "I think I saw daylight a moment ago down that path there--" *she pointed.*
((Back in a bit gotta move shop here.))
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 1, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
*Philippe led her towards the light and they soon found themselves outside the maze again.* Well Madam, it was a pleasure to see you again.* Philippe felt his throat go dry as a memory captured him.* ...long brown hair....*He paled.*
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 13:27:27 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 1, 2006 13:27:27 GMT -5
*Madame giry bowed her head.* "You are too kind, Monsieur--if I may beg your discretion regarding..." *as she finally looked him in the eye, she stopped short.* "Monsieur, you are unwell?" *she asked with alarm.*
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 15:14:27 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 1, 2006 15:14:27 GMT -5
*Philippe leaned backwards and looked at her fully.* Dark eyes H-have you ever been to the Rue du Plume Club in the street besides the Operahouse? Smiling lips, asking, inviting...
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 16:07:48 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 1, 2006 16:07:48 GMT -5
*Madame Giry frowned as she fought to recall the place.* "Fleetingly, yes, I believe so," *she replied.* "Sometimes the stagehands and various and sundry employees of the Opera would celebrate galas there, in years gone by."
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 16:11:29 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 1, 2006 16:11:29 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head violently to clear it.* Y-you do not remember visiting it recently?
The name.... VI... it begun with Vi.... curse my weakness for drink...
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A Walk
Dec 1, 2006 16:20:31 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 1, 2006 16:20:31 GMT -5
*Madame Giry shook her head slowly.* "Not very recently...but within the last few months, of course." *She frowned.* "Monsieur, are you certain you are well? I can fetch help--the infirmary is close by."
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 7:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 2, 2006 7:23:19 GMT -5
*Philippe began to breathe heavily.He found himself slowly coming the conclusion that he may well be the father of a child.* May I tell you a story?, you may of course stop me at any point.
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 8:47:22 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 2, 2006 8:47:22 GMT -5
*Madame Giry nodded with a look of curious confusion.* "As I have just divulged my own story, you are of course free to do the same..."
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 9:27:36 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 2, 2006 9:27:36 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded and began.*
Once there was a rich young man. A Viscomte. Because his father knew he must be trained to behave as a well bred Comte he spent the first 18 years of his life learning greek, latin and other such scholarly subjects. Suddenly however his father died and the young man found himself with freedom and vast amounts of money at his disposal. The next ten years of his life were filled with drink,opium and um women.His brother it seemed took the same route several years later. One day the not so young man had an accident and found he had harmed one of his legs beyond repair. This at last seemed to call him to action. He left Paris and headed for England where he spend 5 years recovering from all the addictions of his past. Once he felt he had been safe from his vices for long enough he resolved to return to Paris to try and save his brother from a fate similar to his. However when he returned he met with an old friend and despite his resistance found himself in another of his old haunts.There under the influence of drink he met a woman. Though muddled by the drink he recalled that she had long brown hair and intense eyes. He believed her to be an ex dancer for she was not of the ordinary crowd of the place. Both of them deeply drunk found themselves returned to his lodgings. When the man awoke he found her gone and plunged into misery. Though intending to return to his brother he delayed his visit by several months and immersed himself in working to help in the poorest slums of Paris. Not long after he recieved news of his brothers demise and returned to live in his estate knowing that the guilt of ten years of sin would never be cleansed from his soul. *Philippe looked up his eyes very dark.* I know I am that man, I suspect you are the woman.
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 17:00:49 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 2, 2006 17:00:49 GMT -5
*Madame Giry paled.* "But...I cannot recall having ever...well..." *she bit her lip.* "I suppose I would not recall, if I had been..." *she shook her head gently.* "I never had much of a head for wine..." *Her hand flew to her throat.* "But...then that would mean..." *she broke off, her gaze unreadable as she made a fist and pressed her knuckles against her lips, deep in thought and murky memories.*
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 18:14:50 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Dec 2, 2006 18:14:50 GMT -5
*Philippe cursed himself, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his noise.* I assure you, whether the child is mine or not I will offer whatever aid I can.
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 18:21:32 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Dec 2, 2006 18:21:32 GMT -5
((Child? TEHFUCK? XD))
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Rolo
- Ingenious Pilot -
Like Raoul. Only not.
Posts: 167
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A Walk
Dec 2, 2006 18:23:07 GMT -5
Post by Rolo on Dec 2, 2006 18:23:07 GMT -5
((She is pregnant... its Percy's. We wangst...))
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