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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:19:30 GMT -5
"Here is my address," *said Thatcher, slipping Icarus his card.* "Any time after eight would be appropriate."
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 22:21:10 GMT -5
*Icarus took it and finished his coffee.*
"I'll be there."
*He nodded, stood and left.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:22:14 GMT -5
*Thatcher sat, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers steepled together and pressed against the grim but sensuous line of his mouth, deep in thought for a long time. Eventually, he, too, rose, paid his bill, and left.*
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Post by Don Juan on Jan 9, 2008 19:20:25 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Don Juan wasn't really doing anything- just relaxing...*
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Jan 10, 2008 13:07:26 GMT -5
*The Dowager Vicomtess de Chagny swept into the shop and sat at a table far from the common merchants, ordering her coffee and sipping it delicately, looking down her nose at everything but keeping her criticisms to herself.*
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Post by Lucy on Jan 10, 2008 13:29:53 GMT -5
*Lucy sidled up to Don Juan with a sly grin.*
"Hey...cutie..."
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Post by Malefica on Jan 10, 2008 15:27:47 GMT -5
*Malefica enters the room and looks around. She sees a beautiful girl talking to Don Juan. Unsure of his feelings for her, she stands there, wondering if he still remembers her...*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 14, 2008 1:27:31 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Becca and Rudolf entered the cafe and sat down. Becca opened her portfolio in her lap, then snapped it shut a moment later.*
"You have to PROMISE you won't laugh," *she said seriously, looking rather severely across the table at him in a manner that was chillingly like her mother's.*
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Post by Rudolf on Jan 14, 2008 1:29:50 GMT -5
*Rudolf held up his hands defensively*
"I would never."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 14, 2008 1:32:17 GMT -5
"That's an assurance, not an oath. Swear it." *She knew too well from her brothers how boys sometimes wheedled their way out of things as if they were slick barristers.*
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Post by Rudolf on Jan 14, 2008 1:33:08 GMT -5
*He sighed, fleetingly feeling as though he were talking to his sister*
"I swear."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 14, 2008 1:45:17 GMT -5
*She gave a small smile at this and then opened the portfolio, taking out several sketches and watercolours--mostly landscapes, with a few portraits of her mother, father, brothers, and even one of her half-sister, Meg, whom she saw but rarely. She handed them to Rudolf then leaned back in her seat, chewing on her thumbnail nervously--another gesture inherited from her mother.*
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Post by Rudolf on Jan 14, 2008 1:48:06 GMT -5
*He studied them for a few moments, ending with an impressed look on his face*
"Wow...you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. These are really good."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 14, 2008 1:50:37 GMT -5
*Her smile bloomed like a peony--bright and huge.*
"Really? You honestly think so?"
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Post by Rudolf on Jan 14, 2008 1:52:04 GMT -5
"I honestly do. You should definitely keep this up--talent like this could go very far."
*He was being sincere, it wasn't just flattery.*
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