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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 28, 2008 14:31:46 GMT -5
*Aziraphale laughed and kissed him again.*
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 8:15:45 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Hannibal stepped off the marble steps of the Opera, just leaving his office at the infirmary. He paused to pull his hat firmly onto his head, tucking his scarf neatly in his coat and resumed his pilgrimage into the evening air in the direction of his posh apartment.*
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Post by Salomé on Oct 23, 2008 8:30:16 GMT -5
Salome wriggled her gloved fingers at the Opera as she passed it, dressed in a slim pinstriped dress with a princess waist and an elaborate bustle and a long belted coat. She had ultimately decided against applying there. There was something much more intimate about dancing in a small, smoke-filled room than on an isolated stage, even if, from the opinion of an expert on dancing, they could both be just as suggestive, or just as asexual. She gently shook her head, as though tisking the Opera Garnier, and brushed a stray strand of short hair back into place.
Now, on the matter of finding a way home?.... Of course, she could always just flit on home herself. But what was the fun in that? She scanned the surrounding area with pretty, but hard-as-flint eyes. They settled on a well-dressed, but older man. Her lips gave a personal smile, red and wet-looking with lipstick, but the smile intended fully for herself. Perfect game. The young men were too eager and couldn't keep their hands to themselves - although admittedly, older men weren't much better. She had high hopes, though, and congratulating herself, she sashayed up past him without looking at him and took his arm with an easy-born grace, the sophistication of someone who does not have to work for it.
It was a step or so later - not that much of a delay, but certainly a few seconds after an explanation would have been proper - that she turned her eyes towards him, smiling widely and winningly, her free hand lifting to tap on the tiny hat she wore with her palm as though to push it into place.
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 8:41:59 GMT -5
*Hannibal was not one accustomed to such brash actions, though he was not one for showing surprise either. She had a practiced grace, she wasn't a streetwalker plying her wares. From the corner of his eye he studied her intently until she made some motion of recognition to him. Then he bowed his head politely, eyes cool and demeanor smooth.*
"Lady. Was there somewhere that you were seeking escort to this evening? For certain it is not safe for a woman alone on darkened Parisian streets."
Though perhaps it is little safer with a man like myself.
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Post by Salomé on Oct 23, 2008 9:00:08 GMT -5
Salome inclined her head, both in her thanks and also in being something near a formal bow that did not require the entire body to perform. "It was on my mind," she said, as though a confession to a priest, but with a certain aloofness suggesting she considered herself the Black Madonna more than the girl praying to her. Despite her odd conversion, she had never managed to humble herself to any deity.
Her eyes moved quickly over the dark streets around them, then returned to his with curiosity and a challenge. "But do you mean to imply it is for my safety I seek company. You are doing les meurtrières of the word a grave injustice. I could be putting you in grave danger." But after this, she smiled again, a wide smile that exposed white teeth and meant to completely disarm him. After all, she was almost more child than woman, wasn't she? No danger there!
((French for "the murderers", only the female form. So she's referring to specifically female killers.))
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 9:09:44 GMT -5
I doubt it, sweet lady.
*The wheel's in Hannibal's mind were starting to turn. She was no normal Parisian girl, though young she was. There was something about her...something predatory. Hannibal had a way of noticing such things, perhaps it was something recognized as a kin to his own.*
"That would put a damper on both our evenings, I should imagine." *His expression revealing nothing.* "Much more the pity. For I should think you might enjoy a gallery or a fine meal much better. I do not carry enough on me to make the violence worth your time." *His words were gentle, but cool. A simple statement and veiled offer for a nicer evening.*
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Post by Salomé on Oct 23, 2008 9:17:51 GMT -5
A man of culture, of course. He had just left the Opera, after all, and now he was inviting an unchaperoned lady to go someplace else. Someplace refined. Salome was greatly pleased with this.
"It might on yours," she said, voice a bit softer and far sweeter, as she only intended to leave the question be after that. But it was quite true that if she were the danger to him she might very well enjoy the evening more than he did. This did not seem entirely likely, though. Salome's own crimes had been cunning, and enjoyed a pattern of insidiousness and hypnotism that many others could not match, but she would have a difficult time overpowering any man if it came to actual force. This did not occur to her, however. "Yes, a meal would be lovely. The gentlefolk of Paris have a fine appreciation for the art of cuisine. But violence, sir!"
She flashed a smile. It was somewhat cunning, if one paid enough attention to the shadows between teeth to notice the wiles of woman beyond her winsome smiles. "Who said that had anything to do with murder?"
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 9:35:29 GMT -5
"Not I, dear lady." *Hannibal answered simply.* "You wish to sample the finest of French foods then?"
*She definitely was something else, something beneath that elegant veneer. She hungered, but not only for the gastronomical wonders of Paris. She wanted more. Something darker and more sinister. What an interesting case that had found its way to him.*
"For there is the most exquisite dining establishment just about that corner there." *He glanced sidelong down the street."
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Post by Salomé on Oct 23, 2008 9:40:33 GMT -5
"And how exquisitely timed life is," said Salome, after glancing down the corner in the direction following his eyes. "People make such a big deal out of how intuitive Fate is. Why, she's nothing but clockwork. That I should meet you when I am so famished!"
There was something vaguely hungry in that, but not in a particularly lewd way. It was very much as though she were extremely parched, and expressing the feeling. The oddest mix of childish syllables found their way to her lips, but she said them so poshly. In hundreds of years, she had never matured beyond the second. She would always be the Hebrew princess. She winked at her new companion to express her approval of the choice as they marched in that direction in time to Fate's beat.
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 9:46:19 GMT -5
I have no doubt.
*The corner of Hannibal's lips lifted in a subtle, polite smile.*
"Just this way, my lady." *He thought to ask her name, but something held him back. Perhaps it was the crystalline nature of the chance meeting, the delicacy of her form and motion that conflicted with the very nature of her desire. If such a concrete subject was breached, perhaps it would all fall to sand and spoil a potentially perfect evening. Better to see how it played out.*
((I know a place, let me dig it up if you're ready to move threads.))
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Post by Salomé on Oct 23, 2008 10:13:46 GMT -5
((Sounds good.))
Salome approved very much of a man who was able to ask a lady out to dinner at the drop of a hat without dropping his hat. He seemed to appreciate her, but not anywhere near to the point of falling all over himself, and judging from everything that had befallen him so far, she did not think he ever would. If a man like that had been her step-father! But no, she thought, we mustn't begrudge our parents. We owe them our existence.
And Salome, with a smile curling the corner of her mouth, was very pleased with how hers had turned out. There remained an intimacy in her hand curling on his elbow, but mostly in contrast to the ambivalence each treated the other with.
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Post by Dr. Fell on Oct 23, 2008 11:23:18 GMT -5
((I'll post there then. At Maxim's.))
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 2, 2009 20:50:50 GMT -5
*NEW, EVENTUALLY ZOMBIE-INFESTED DAY*
Mercutio, lounging about aimlessly on the streets shortly before sunset, was not doing anything in particular. If 'not doing anything in particular' could also be taken as 'leering at all the pretty girls that wandered past' and 'chipping his name into a low nearby wall with a mostly dull knife to relieve his boredom.' Strange how even his lazy sprawl across the now-desecreted wall and his occasional restless flicking the glinting knife about in his hands was somehow still provocative and casually insulting, the offensive laziness of the youthful on display for the productive populace.
(( Tag Tybalt. *cackles* ))
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 2, 2009 21:13:41 GMT -5
Tybalt caught sight of Mercutio as he headed down the street, likely from having wandered about the city, bored himself. He debated whether or not to call and catch his attention, but it would probably lead to much more trouble than it was worth.
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Post by Mercutio on Jan 2, 2009 21:44:10 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Tybalt, Mercutio had also caught sight of him. The red-haired young man grinned, slowly pushing away from the wall, and flicked his knife into the air again, once, twice, thrice. Again and again, faster and faster, and it should be no surprise that Mercutio knew how to juggle, nor that he would choose to do so with a knife that would catch the sun's dying rays in little bursts of reflected light that were both eye-catching and hard to ignore.
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