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Post by Rebecca on Jan 26, 2008 7:35:46 GMT -5
*Becca changed into a loose-fitting white shirt that was much too large on her and a pair of breeches she'd filched from Andrew and adjusted to fit her. Adding a pair of tall boots, she snuck down to the stables and saddled one of the horses, leading it out by the reins before she jumped up onto the gelding and clicked her tongue, galloping off towards a line of trees that ran along the course of a river, letting the wind blow through her loose hair and soothe her tormented mind.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 12:18:16 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Becca hadn't bothered changing out of the black dress she was wearing. As soon as she was on the stairs she broke into a run until she was in the stables, sobbing into her horse's neck as she tried to blindly saddle him.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 12:25:18 GMT -5
*The servant followed the Lady into the stables and found her sobbing. Not knowing what to do he hovered uncertainly in the background.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 12:31:07 GMT -5
*Becca finally managed to get the saddle upon the horse and rode off, far across the estate and towards the dark woods. Dark clouds slid over the sun, and if there was thunder in the distance, she did not hear it over the drumming of her heartbeat. Lightning split the sky open and rain poured from the heavens. A second bolt struck a tree not far off, and the horse reared. Becca tried to hold on, but even though she was an excellent horsewoman, her scattered mind, heavy skirts and the frightened beast beneath her sent her tumbling to the rocky ground. The horse reared once more, its hooves coming down perilously close to her face before it wheeled and galloped back towards the stables, the saddle falling loose and hanging awkwardly to one side. Scratched and bruised, Becca tried to get to her feet but fell as pain shot through her ankle. Glancing down, she saw it twisted at an odd angle.*
"Oh no," *she groaned before letting out a string of colourful curses. Alone, battered, soaked to the skin in the gathering darkness of the woods, she looked up uncertainly at the trees as lightning flared again. If one fell--or lightning struck her--
She crawled through the mud and thorns, biting her lip until it bled, trying not to scream at the pain in her ankle, and desperately looking for lower ground.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 12:41:03 GMT -5
((Shameless S and S.))
*As soon as the servant returned with the news that the girl had gone missing Philippe had run for the stables. Swiftly mounting his horse he galloped through the rain. Reaching the place in the road where the ground became stony he slowed his horse down and dismounted. The whiny of its mate greeted it and soon both horses were together. Philippe tethered them together, his face lit by a sudden flash of lightening.*
"Rebecca!"
*He called frantically searching the surrounding ground before descending into the woods.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 12:43:48 GMT -5
((You know it.))
*Rebecca had reached a brook and was cupping handfuls of water to her strangely parched lips when she heard the echo of a voice in the distance. Her head shot up and she looked around.*
"...who's there?" *she shouted, her voice echoing back to her against the trees and rocks and muffled by the pouring rain.*
((Gotta go for a bit. Dunno for how long exactly but I should definitly be back in a couple hours, hopefully?))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 12:47:47 GMT -5
((Ok.))
*Hearing the voice Philippe ran towards it. He found the young woman crouched over a fast filling brook.*
"Are you hurt?"
*He rushed towards her, water dripping from his shirt, his hurry had not permitted him a coat.* "
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 13:59:29 GMT -5
"My--my ankle," *she stammered, hiccuping as she swallowed a sob of relief at the sight of him.* "I--I cannot walk."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 14:02:28 GMT -5
*Philippe waited for the anger but all he felt was relief. He advanced towards her and knelt down. Gathering her into his arms he spoke his voice hoarse.*
"Your horse is tethered half a mile off."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 14:04:13 GMT -5
"It ran away when I fell. I could not go after him," *she explained, holding on to his broad shoulders as he lifted her from the mud.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 14:06:22 GMT -5
*Philippe held her tighter to him as he struggled out of the forest. His grooms had worked quickly and both horses were gone. Philippe cursed loudly.*
"Forgive me, I will have to walk."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 14:08:53 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry--" *Her wet cheeks flushed scarlet in the rain.*
I must be such a burden.
"...if...if you'll just lend me your arm, I think I could try to walk..."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 27, 2008 14:10:11 GMT -5
((... Sense and Sensibility FTMFW))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 14:10:52 GMT -5
"NO!"
*Philippe stated, a little more firmly than was needed.*
"It is not too far."
*He headed in the direction of the house, about a mile away.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 14:13:22 GMT -5
*Rebecca felt something twist in her stomach as he held her close. His skin was warm under his wet shirt, and she rested her cheek against it as her weary head spun dizzily, listening to his heartbeat.*
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