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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 13:36:13 GMT -5
((I know I meant to Italic Raoul oops!))
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 13:40:19 GMT -5
*Nadir sat with his head in his hands.* "I am your prisoner, then?" *he looked up at Raoul.* "Why?"
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 13:42:24 GMT -5
*Raoul shook his head.*
I know you can never love me, but I can't...
*He stopped unable to continue.*
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 13:44:44 GMT -5
"You can't what?" *prodded Nadir.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 13:57:40 GMT -5
*Raoul moved away from him and gazed into the dying embers of the conveniently placed fire.*
... stop loving you.
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 13:59:04 GMT -5
*Nadir was on his feet, pacing like a caged lion.* "Well that's your problem, isn't it?" *he snarled.* "Let me out of here!"
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 14:00:13 GMT -5
*Raoul shook his head sadly.*
Forgive me but I can't
((Have to go eat now be back later.))
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 14:03:01 GMT -5
*Nadir glared at Raoul, then turned and ran towards the shore, plunging into the lake, taking off swimming through the freezing, brackish water towards whatever exit he hoped to find.*
((Okay.))
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 14:46:09 GMT -5
*Raoul sat down and waited knowing full well that there was no exit to be found.*
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 14:55:56 GMT -5
*Eventually, Nadir comes slopping out of the water, breeches and white, billowy shirt clinging to every devastatingly defined muscle of his body. He shook the water from his dark hair and crossed his arms.* "What am I supposed to agree to?"
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 14:59:35 GMT -5
*Raoul tore his eyes away from Nadir's breeches and white, billowy shirt clinging to every devastatingly defined muscle of his body.*
To stay, for a week. After that I will let you go and you will be free to do what you will, only I would hope you would come and visit me sometimes.
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 15:00:55 GMT -5
"A week..." *Nadir rubbed his chin.* "What am I supposed to do for a week?" *he muttered, turning and going into the house. He found a wardrobe full of dry clothes and peeled off his wet shirt.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 15:09:46 GMT -5
*Raoul walked over to a cupboard and took out a bottle.*
Brandy?
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Post by Nadir on Feb 11, 2007 15:11:21 GMT -5
"Thank you, no," *said Nadir irritably, pulling on dry breeches and tucking the tails of his fresh shirt into them and buttoning the fly.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 11, 2007 15:21:36 GMT -5
*Raoul smirked.*
Funny, I thought you were a drinker.
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