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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 17:07:26 GMT -5
*Oops. Yup. She stood in a fluid movement that was unconsciously seductive, completely ignoring the fact that she had no clothes on. Her body was gorgeous anyway, perfect, really, and she had no issues with people seeing it.*
"I'll leave you two to sort this out." *She said decisively, smirking and knowing she'd be back to check on them later. She disappeared in a poof of scented purple smoke and left behind her only a piece of paper reading 'Aphrodite' in curly letters.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 17:08:13 GMT -5
*Philippe barely noticed the other girls disappeared. He attempted to stand but then realised that he was indeed, cloth less.*
"Rebecca, Please look at me."
*He pleaded despairingly.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 17:08:56 GMT -5
*Obeying out of dumb shock, she looked at him.
Just not at his face.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 17:10:49 GMT -5
*Philippe followed her gaze and grasped the sheet around himself. That was what he was, just an old man, perverting the young.*
"Forgive me."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 17:16:21 GMT -5
((Hey, I like it.))
*Becca shook herself from her daze and somehow found her voice.*
"...I'm sorry for interrupting," *she murmured.* "I'll just--"
*she turned and stumbled from the room, quickly making her way back to her own room.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 17:17:16 GMT -5
*Philippe collasped back, hopelessly onto the bed.*
((Night))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 14:52:40 GMT -5
**NEW DAY.***
*Philippe entered the room and began to change out of his wet clothes.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 30, 2008 14:53:34 GMT -5
*Rebecca knocked on the door lightly, her hands shaking.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 14:56:17 GMT -5
*Philippe pulled on his nightclothes before answering.*
"Enter."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 30, 2008 14:58:56 GMT -5
*Rebecca opened the door and stepped into the room. She shut the door but did not move further into the room. Memories of the last time she'd stood in that exact spot came flooding back and robbed her of her speech.*
"I..."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 15:00:48 GMT -5
*Philippe turned, expecting to see the maid.*
"Ah!" *His tone softened.* "It is you."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 30, 2008 15:05:08 GMT -5
"I...I need...I need a place to sleep," *she said in a voice barely above a whisper.* "I was told to--"
*She swallowed and looked at the floor.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 15:08:59 GMT -5
*Philippe repressed a shudder.*
"My mother, I understand."
*He gestured.*
"Come in then."
*He turned away and drew the curtains.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 30, 2008 15:12:21 GMT -5
*Rebecca came further into the room and realized she had no nightgown. Biting her lip, she threw a quick glance at Philippe, who kept his back turned. She quickly took off her dress and folded it over the back of a chair. She sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced her boots and pulled off her stockings, rubbing her aching feet with a sigh. She took the pins from her hair and put them in a pocket of her dress, letting her hair tumble loosely around her shoulders. A moment later, she burrowed under the covers and pulled the sheet up to her neck.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 15:15:24 GMT -5
*Philippe turned back around and resisted a groan at the simple sight of her gown upon the floor. This was unbearable. He pulled up a chair and moved it nearer to the fire.*
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