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Post by Demiselle on Nov 18, 2006 18:06:11 GMT -5
Percy glanced at Phillippe.
"If you would forgive me sir, I should like to speak with my wife."
Gently taking Vianne's arm, he drew her a little distance from Phillippe.
"Are you well?" he said softly.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Nov 18, 2006 18:10:50 GMT -5
*Madame Giry tugged her arm back to herself with mild irritation, as though she'd caught her sleeve on a nail.* "Very well, thank you. I have business to attend to." *She went back to Phillipe and looked at him seriously.* "I will write to you as soon as I know the extent of the damage he has wrought. Good day, Monsieur le Comte. I am...sorry for your loss." *With a short bow, she left.*
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 18, 2006 18:15:35 GMT -5
Percy followed his wife with his eyes, a curious passion heightening the intense blue. As his eyes fell on Phillippe de Changy's, he thought he saw something in them that said the man understood.
But he could not be certain.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Nov 18, 2006 18:19:53 GMT -5
(( ![O_o](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/browraise.png) ...you're not going to go all Killing Me Softly on me, are you?))
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Post by Satan on Nov 18, 2006 23:11:38 GMT -5
*Walks into the party like she's walking onto a yacht* "Good evening." *Slinks her way over to the body. Pretending to be a casual observer, she looks him over, actually reading his past* "Oh man...you're mine, sucker."
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Post by Philippe on Nov 19, 2006 6:40:51 GMT -5
*Philippe watched Madame Giry... Lady Blakely? go. He had been surprised to say the least at that revelation. Turning away from the door he allowed himself to reflect that the news of her marriage almost unseated his brother's sin in his troubled mind. But no. Thoughts of that kind were best left to rest. He had duties to perform.Philippe bowed once more to the room in general and then ascended the stairs to his study.*
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Post by Satan on Nov 19, 2006 10:25:09 GMT -5
*Overhears Belladonna*
"Ah, bigamy. Sin number one!"
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Nov 21, 2006 14:15:48 GMT -5
*saddened that nothing was seeming to work out, Sarah decided to head back to her hotel room*
You'll eventually make it work out somehow. Can't disappoint Graf, or Alfred for that matter. You are supposed to be having fun in Paris, you better get to it.
*exits*
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Vyrtue
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Post by Vyrtue on Nov 21, 2006 18:06:20 GMT -5
((Sooo... when are you going to jump out of the coffin and holler "SURPRIZE!"?))
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Post by James Bond on Nov 22, 2006 16:25:13 GMT -5
*Happens to be wandering around outside when he bumps into Sarah.*
"Oh, I'm sorry."
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Nov 22, 2006 16:41:20 GMT -5
"Oh, pardon me. I must have not been looking where I was going."
*embarrassed, big time*
"Are you here to see...that fellow that died? I mean, did you know him?"
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Post by James Bond on Nov 22, 2006 17:58:05 GMT -5
"Not at all. I'm afraid I just arrived here."
*Laughs winningly*
"I saw the crowd here, and assumed there must be either a political coup or a wedding."
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Nov 22, 2006 18:48:22 GMT -5
*hesitant laugh*
"From what I understand, political coup may be a bit closer, but I did not know him. To be honest, I was following the crowd too, being new here as well."
*lowers head shyly*
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Post by James Bond on Nov 22, 2006 18:50:15 GMT -5
*Extends hand*
"In that case, it seems we have alot in common. My name is Bond. James Bond. And yours?"
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Nov 22, 2006 18:53:20 GMT -5
*takes his hand, hers is quite cold*
"Oh how thoughtless of me. I'm Sarah, Sarah von Krolock. It's so nice to meet you."
*suddenly with a bit more hopeful smile*
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