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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 9:18:06 GMT -5
*Raoul entered with Marianne in his arms and placed her on the makeshift bed.The dog(s?) followed, growling quietly.*
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 9:28:59 GMT -5
Marianne stirred, then put her hand to her dizzy head, letting out a soft moan of pain.
"What..." She could hardly speak, her tongue felt thick and useless in her mouth.
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 10:30:08 GMT -5
*Raoul got a wet cloth and brushed it over her forehead.* You are very ill dear, do not fret. I will help you get better.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 10:41:25 GMT -5
Marianne pushed away at his hands feebly. "You drugged me," she mumbled, blinking several times to clear away the haze. "What do you want? I'm not ill..."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 10:45:24 GMT -5
((He's going to canon-rape Jane Eyre now? Dear Sirs: Oh hell no!))
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 10:47:08 GMT -5
((Last episode tonight......))
*Raoul nods.* My love, you are.*He leans forward and kisses her forehead.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 10:50:28 GMT -5
((Tease. *trawls Youtube for Toby*))
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 10:52:35 GMT -5
Marianne was bewildered by his affectionate attitude. "What's the matter with you?" She tried to sit upright, but her vision swam and she sank back down again with a faint moan.
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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 11:05:36 GMT -5
((Must not jump in. Must not jump in. Must not jump in.))
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 11:56:41 GMT -5
((Oh, let the poor Sue have her drama.))
*Raoul passed her a glass of water.* You are very ill love. You have been running around pretending we are divorced and that I am engaged to other women.*His expression softens.* You haven't been the same since you lost the baby.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 12:03:39 GMT -5
Marianne stared at him. "Have you lost your mind, Raoul?" She pushed herself upright, ignoring the pain in her head. "You go ahead and have your other women. I'm leaving."
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 12:13:37 GMT -5
*Raoul shook his head.* I'm sorry,I can't let you do that.*He turned to the door.* The door is locked. There are no windows.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 12:18:48 GMT -5
Marianne stared at him in bewilderment and wariness. "I don't understand."
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 12:22:44 GMT -5
*Raoul sat down again.* Marianne, you must stay here until you are fully well so I can look after you.*He walked over to a cupboard and brought out some ropes and handcuffs.* I do not wish to have to force you to remain here. But I will if I have to.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 12:25:00 GMT -5
Marianne scrambled up onto the bed and backed against a corner of the wall, her skirts tangling round her legs. "Don't do this," she pleaded, her eyes wide and focused on the bonds. "Something's not right with you. I know the divorce is upsetting but you did initiate it... is this that Rolo thing again?"
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