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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 17:48:04 GMT -5
*Virginia wandered through the opera rose garden, idly looking for Beatrix, but also enjoying her own company. She sat on the edge of the stone fountain and scooped some of the cool clear water onto her face. Certain she was alone for a moment, she took off her veil and used it to dry her face.*
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 17:50:56 GMT -5
((Is Declan supposed to come in here?))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 17:51:43 GMT -5
((Whoever gets here first, him or Beatrix. GO.
It's a race! It's a race!
...I hope I win!))
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 17:59:56 GMT -5
Declan was just strolling along when he spotted Virginia, apparently well and out of the infirmary. An enormous smile lit up his face.
"Miss! Miss!" He bounded rushed over to her.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 18:10:45 GMT -5
((Aww that's cute.))
*Virginia nearly jumped out of her skin. As it was, she wasn't quite recovered enough yet to encompass leaping to her feet and running away, and she sat back down heavily on the edge of the fountain, her balance slipping a bit. Her hand groped for the stone lip of the fountain and only plunged into the water, and, with a small shriek, she toppled backwards into the fountain, leaving only her feet dry as she sat up in the water, looking rather cross.* "What do you want?" *she said shortly, fighting the urge to spit out some of the water she's swallowed, her words somewhat gurgly as a result.*
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 18:19:06 GMT -5
Declan swore he felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Virginia's fall into the fountain. He bent over, grabbed Virginia's wrist firmly, and helped her out. She remained stoic, however, before his presence.
"What I want most in this world is..." he paused to let the suspense build, "... you."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 18:23:10 GMT -5
*All the fire, the anger and irritation she told herself she felt, drained out of her in one breathless moment of pure war when hope and terror came together with a ringing clash and knocked the air out of her. In a moment, she recovered, suddenly cold. She hugged herself and turned back on the path towards the opera.* "I have to go...find Beatrix," *she whispered.*
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 18:30:22 GMT -5
Declan grabbed ahold of her arm and turned her around.
"Beatrix? Who is this Beatrix you speak of?" he asked, confused.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 18:33:10 GMT -5
"Beatrix...she's...is my friend. My protector, like I told you," *said Virginia, confused but wearily patient.* "She saved me after I'd lost everything...she can tell me...she'll know what to do, now. I need to talk to her, and she'll know what I need to do. She kept me safe for a long time--gave me a chance to heal and learn and...I'm stronger for having known her."
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 18:43:54 GMT -5
Declan's heart sank. She had not been referring to him at the infirmary... He opened his mouth to speak but hastily shut it, not wanting to create a bigger fool of himself. The muscle in his jaw quivered and his eyes began to blaze with an unseen inferno.
"Right, then. Perhaps you should go," he coldly stated.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 18:46:09 GMT -5
*The light in Declan's eyes frightened her, and she could not hide it. She stepped back with a shudder as clouds curled over the sun, shading everything in grey as she ran back along the path, calling out.* "Beatrix! Beatrix!"
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 18:48:42 GMT -5
((Gotta go home.))
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Post by Declan on Jan 30, 2007 18:49:39 GMT -5
((See you later! ))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Jan 30, 2007 19:17:21 GMT -5
"You called?"
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Jan 30, 2007 20:31:40 GMT -5
*Virginia ran to her friend and took her hands in her trembling grip.* "I must find sanctuary. I've...something's happened to prevent my taking vows. I fear..." *Her large brown eyes shone with unshed tears, but she remained stoic, much stronger than she had ever been before.* "I fear the...the demon's return. The man who rose from the dead to haunt me. He said he'd come for me; and I know--I know!--he will. I'll not wait for him placidly--if I must wait, I must be ready to fight." *She looked imploringly at her friend and protector.* "Will you help me?" *she asked.* "I never learned how to use any kind of weapon...but God's plan for me seems to have changed, and made non-violence no longer an option."
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