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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Jan 30, 2008 17:29:14 GMT -5
*Scarlett sat in a window seat, her cheek against her hand as she stared out the window. So far, though it was less hot, France was just as dull as Tara had been. Still, she was rather in awe of all the nice things her Aunt had. It wasn't like Tara at all--hadn't been built up from the ground through the hard labor of her father. And there was something about home that she missed, though she wasn't certain what.
Still, this was nice.
But like home, Ashley wasn't here.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jan 30, 2008 17:32:15 GMT -5
((Andrew's kind of like Ashley. Blonde. Dreamy. Into books. Utterly gay.))
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Post by Erik on Jan 30, 2008 17:35:45 GMT -5
((Do I have leave to transfer her affections thither?))
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Post by Raoul on Jan 31, 2008 12:10:15 GMT -5
*Raoul entered the room and was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman in it.*
"And who pray tell are you Miss?"
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Jan 31, 2008 22:11:58 GMT -5
*Scarlett glanced up, a smile already fixed on her face, dimple in place. When she saw the gentleman, she stood.*
"Scarlett Hamilton," *she said with a little curtsy.* "Heloise de Chagny is my aunt."
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