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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 13:54:47 GMT -5
((K))
"I do not know."
*Philippe sat himself next to her and put his head in his hands.*
"I just do not know."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 13:57:00 GMT -5
((15 minute reprieve.))
*She took an unsteady breath.*
"...if this is about my mother, you have no right to be punishing me."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 13:59:47 GMT -5
*Philippe's head shot up. He realised that he had not thought of Vianne thoughout the whole episode.*
"It has nothing to do with your mother."
*He was silent for a moment before jumping up.*
" I will go and check on your friend.Please stay here."
*He opened the door easily and locked it behind him.* *
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 14:04:46 GMT -5
*Becca glared helplessly at the door for a long moment until she sprang into action.
She was the daughter of the Scarlet Fuckin' Pimpernel.
Minutes later, a rope of knotted bedsheets anchored to the heavy four-poster bed trailed over the windowsill and down to the ground, and Rebecca was running for the stables, still in her muddy breeches and riding boots.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 14:06:05 GMT -5
((Haha))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 14:07:30 GMT -5
((Have you come to overhear our conversation. Philippe is going to put the fear of God into him))
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 14:09:34 GMT -5
((Alright I'll send her out.))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:00:35 GMT -5
*Philippe unlocked the door and went into the room fully willing to apologise.It was empty.*
"Rebecca?"
*He checked the next room in which her presense was also lacking. Returning to the Master Bedroom he noticed the open window and rushed toward it, had she tried to kill herself?. A ladder of bedsheets answered the question.*
"She would risk the drop to be far from me."
*Philippe sank to the ground in despair.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 11:05:38 GMT -5
((Stop being emo and go get her. And there was no risk--she's a Blakeney!))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 8:08:56 GMT -5
**********NEW DAY************
*Servants carried Philippe into his room and placed him on the bed.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 8:14:09 GMT -5
*Hearing the commotion from the next room, Rebecca stood and unlocked the door, entering the room and followed closely by her mother. Seeing Philippe looking ashen as servants jostled him about and whispers of a doctor rippled about the room, she paled and ran to his side.*
"What's wrong?" *she asked quaveringly even as Vianne reached over and placed her fingers on Philippe's neck to take his pulse.*
"Do you have any shortness of breath?" *Lady Blakeney asked him.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 8:17:33 GMT -5
*Slowly Philippe nodded, his eyes closing.*
"Can't...speak."
*His fingers flexed uselessly by his side.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 8:22:37 GMT -5
*Rebecca gasped in horror and pressed her hands over her mouth.*
"No...no...no...no..." *she murmured rapidly, turning to desperately shake him.*
"Philippe? PHILIPPE!"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 8:26:12 GMT -5
*Philippe eyes slowly closed as the doctor entered.*
He was standing in the cottage at the end of the estate. It was nightime, he could feel the cold.
"How dare you think to touch me."
He turned and saw her, but it wasn't her.
"Vianne..."
Vianne Blakeney slapped him once, twice.
"I shall never return her to you. Never!"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 8:37:31 GMT -5
"He's still breathing...but his pulse is troubling." *said the doctor.* "We'll see if he makes it until morning--if he does, there's a good chance he'll be alright."
*Becca sat on the bed at Philippe's feet.*
And if he does not make it until morning...
*Something in her twisted painfully at the thought of it.*
"I never meant for all of this to happen," *she whispered.*
"I know," *said her mother, taking her hand.*
"He doesn't deserve this...he...he deserves a good and happy life, for once. Even a chance at any life..."
*Vianne didn't say anything for a long time. Then, she stroked her daughter's hair and tried to smile with tears in her eyes.*
"Then perhaps you will be the one to give him such a life..."
"Me?" *Becca was incredulous.* "But...but I don't know anything about...anything! How can I...?"
"You will learn. Together. As I learned with your father. Building happiness and a true home takes time and effort. If you have no desire to attempt such a thing at this time in your life...that is alright. You are still very young. But consider, perhaps, those beyond yourself. The first steps into adulthood begin with acknowledging the fact that we share this world and our lives with everyone around us...and we cannot help it."
*She smiled as she left her daughter to her vigil over the sleeping Comte.*
"Think on it, Rebecca. Consider everything as much as you need to."
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