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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 11:23:14 GMT -5
*Becca bit her lip and looked around, spying an old tree-stump nearby.*
"If I can boost you onto that stump, would it be high enough for you to swing a leg over the saddle?" *she asked.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 11:28:48 GMT -5
((Really want to cut in.))
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 11:31:47 GMT -5
((...I'll venture an okay to that. I don't think Rudolf had any major plot in mind--we were just messing around with horses.))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 11:38:27 GMT -5
((Well I've got a few bits to do with him anyway so it doesn't matter.))
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 11:40:29 GMT -5
((Alright. I'm up for anything. I need Andrew or Vianne to send Becca a letter to let her know Tony's alive. That'll make her really happy. ^__^))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 11:43:40 GMT -5
*Philippe rode his seond best horse back to the stable and dismounted. He handed the reigns to the groom and asked casually.*
"Where is the stallion."
"The Countess took him out earlier with a young man."
*The Groom shuffled nervously.*
"I thought he was her brother sir."
*Philippe felt himself grow cold with anger.*
"What direction did they head in?"
*The groom pointed, swiftly Philippe remounted and rode off.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 11:45:12 GMT -5
*Holding one arm about Rudolf's waist, Becca tried to help him up onto the stump while the horses grazed nearby.*
"I'll lead him over once you're up and hold him steady.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 11:48:01 GMT -5
*Philippe saw two figures on the horizon. As he drew nearer it became clear that it was the girl and not with her brother. She was draped all over him. Philippe gripped his riding crop tightly and galloped towards them.His face was a picture of rage.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 12:17:54 GMT -5
((Emily: *sings* I'll let you whip me if I misbehaaaaave... Becca: *glares* Oh, HELL no.))
*Becca heard the distant thunder of hooves and saw a figure on horseback approaching fast.*
"Oh thank God," *she said fervently.* "Perhaps they can help."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 12:23:56 GMT -5
*Philippe drew level with them and flung himself off of his horse. With a loud crack he brought the whip handle down upon the mans shoulder.*
"Have you no shame?"
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 12:26:20 GMT -5
*Rebecca shrieked and reeled backwards for a moment before she leaped forward and wrapped her arms around Philippe's right arm.*
"Stop it! What the HELL do you think you're doing?"
*She shoved him backwards violently and turned to Rudolf, propping him up to keep him from falling, though he leaned against the treestump looking dazed and totally being puppeted while Sarah was offline.*
"My God, are you alright?"
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 12:31:29 GMT -5
((Godmoddling...))
*Philippe raised his arm to hit the man again. But he stopped and turned to the girl instead.*
"I had hoped that you would behave in a manner a little more proper than a common whore but clearly I was mistaken. Come."
*He grabbed her arms forcefully.*
"We are returned to the Estate. Without your lover."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 12:35:56 GMT -5
*Becca jerked her arm from his grasp and slapped him once, twice. She opened her mouth to scream "how dare you?" but shut it again, feeling instinctively that silence would bear more scorn. She returned to Rudolf's side and silently helped him to sit, kneeling in the mud, careless of getting her breeches dirty. She inspected his leg, hoping more damage hadn't been done.*
"I'll send for a doctor as soon as possible," *she said to him quietly.* "...I'm so sorry, Rudolf."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 31, 2008 13:19:07 GMT -5
*Philippe began dimly aware of the possiblity that he had been mistaken. However age was still too strong a force.*
"I will send a groom for the boy, do not worry."
*He sneered.*
"He will be well taken care off."
*He grasped Rebecca firmly again and threw her onto the horse, climbing on quickly behind her. With one kick the horse began to move off.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 13:22:59 GMT -5
*Rebecca seethed inwardly but knew better than to instigate a struggle from a precarious position atop a quickly-moving horse. Philippe's strong arms encircled her and held her tightly against him, making it difficult to draw breath. Her heart thudded against her ribs and she swallowed, setting her jaw to the side and gritting her teeth as she subsided into angry silence. She vowed she would not give way to tears--not in front of HIM.*
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