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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 16, 2006 13:54:28 GMT -5
"Bwah-huh-who-in-the-what-now?" *Madame Giry looked dumbfounded for a moment.* "I...I am sure I do, Monsieur, but I never...I never thought to..." What on earth is this boy about?
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 16, 2006 14:02:35 GMT -5
((For the last time, he's not a boy! He's only a couple years younger than Vianne! )) "You never thought to what?" Ramsey pressed, cocking an eyebrow mischieviously.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 16, 2006 14:06:11 GMT -5
((It's her mindset. She thinks she's ancient, not a cougar. Besides--there's all these nubile young girls with no brains hanging around the opera, why not go for them?))
*Madame Giry felt her mouth go dry as she searched for what to tell him.* "Forgive me monsieur, if I mistook--but I cannot. I must return immediately. Thank you for the...outing," *she swallowed heavily as she threw the reins back over her mare's head and mounted herself easily with the aid of a nearby boulder before she tugged on the reins and cantered off across the green.*
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 16, 2006 14:19:18 GMT -5
Ramsey blinked in surprise as she rode away. "That didn't go so well, did it?" he said to his horse, stroking the animal's nose. After a moment he shrugged, mounted the horse and continued his ride through the park, determined to enjoy the beautiful morning, although a shadow had been cast over it.
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Nov 10, 2006 9:27:00 GMT -5
*Rosette hurried into the park, holding a large box and scanning the ground furiously.*
Why aren't there any dead pigeons when you need them.
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Nov 12, 2006 13:29:28 GMT -5
*finds what she is looking for and runs out of the park again.*
Phase 2 is ready to go!
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Post by Adrienne on Jul 20, 2008 16:57:39 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Adrienne was in some kind of shell shock. After thirteen comfortable years of being her father's precious baby girl, his last connection to her brother and mother... suddenly she was of no consequence. She wasn't to inherit anything on her own, only as a dowry. She was to marry.*
*Given, they knew not to who, yet, but it had been discussed. She would be married rather than allowed to live her life as she'd planned to: become an old spinster, teach magic, and have lots of cats. Which sounded perfectly lovely, because it was what she wanted. Not somebody else.*
*It was in this way that she found herself in the Bois, staring blankly at a flower bed with a dazed look in her eyes. Her hair was messy and she looked, for all reasons and purposes, like she'd just been left by a lover. That lover being her trust fund.*
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Post by Jamie Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 17:05:07 GMT -5
*Jamie sat himself under a tree with a book in one hand.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jul 20, 2008 17:08:42 GMT -5
*She stood up from the bench where she'd been sitting and walked single-mindedly and purposefully across the lawn to where she could call round her carriage. (Just what this purpose and focus were she didn't know, but by nature she just always looked like she had a reason to do what she did.) Unfortunately she nearly tripped on a man's legs in the process, being so single-minded and purposeful that she'd failed to notice him sitting under a tree.*
*She nodded curtly at him, in no mood to be polite or charming.*
"My apologies, monsieur, I did not see you."
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Post by Jamie Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 17:13:18 GMT -5
*Jamie racked his brain for the proper French. He'd read this somewhere, he knew he had.*
"Uh...je suis...er...sorry. My fault. Mea culpa. Um."
*He bobbed his head.*
"Americano."
*He winced. For all else he was something of a scholar, he had no head whatsoever for languages.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jul 21, 2008 6:13:55 GMT -5
"I speak English, monsieur." *She said simply, with a delicate accent; there was a bit of a smirk playing around her lips.* "I said that I apologized, as I had not seen your feet and then I tripped on them."
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Post by Jamie Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:10:55 GMT -5
"Oh. Oh! Uh--th-think nothin' of it," *he said.* "Leg's're too long, anyways. The family always said I was more like a colt than a boy."
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Post by Adrienne on Jul 21, 2008 11:50:32 GMT -5
"Do excuse me." *She said, suddenly sweeping into a graceful curtsey, even though he was still sitting down.* "My name is Adrienne Marie d'Enjolras."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 8, 2009 15:01:43 GMT -5
**NEW DAY (LITERALLY)**
Lucy, taking a seemingly circuitous but still fast route, managed to lead Jekyll to the Bois just in time for them to find a nice, clear grassy area before the sun started to crest over the horizon.
"We made it!"
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 8, 2009 15:55:39 GMT -5
"Thanks to you," Jekyll said. He shrugged out of his overcoat and spread it on the grass, inviting Lucy to sit on it. No sense in abandoning all formalities just because they'd more or less moved in together.
Even if he himself, as Jekyll, hadn't touched her in some time.
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