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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 13:25:45 GMT -5
*When Rebecca received a hasty reply to her letter that evening, she frowned. Had he sent it express?*
"Amazing," *she murmured. She laid the letter on her dressing table and brushed out her hair before she retired to bed.*
((Dinner time! Back in a bit.))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 4:53:45 GMT -5
**************NEW DAY**********
*Philippe knocked sharply on the door.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 4:54:48 GMT -5
*Rebecca sat up in bed in her nightgown and a heavy shawl, reading a novel and biting her nails.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 4:57:04 GMT -5
*No response.Philippe knocked again, much louder this time.*
"Rebecca?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 4:58:56 GMT -5
*Rebecca jumped a little, woken from her reverie.*
"...yes?" *she said hesitantly, vaguely recognizing the man's voice. Still, her hand crept for the dagger now hidden under her pillow, still smeared with the sailor's dried blood.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 5:04:07 GMT -5
"It is Philippe, may I come in?"
*Philippe grew increasing concerned at her lack of response.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 5:05:18 GMT -5
*She was stunned into silence for a long moment before she recovered.*
"Y-yes."
*She laid aside her novel and got out of bed.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 5:07:06 GMT -5
*Philippe opened the door in a flash and was before her.*
"What has happened?, Are you well?, That I send for the Doctor?, The Police?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 5:08:36 GMT -5
"Nothing, yes, no, no," *she murmured vaguely, feeling shivery and uncertain as he stood so close to her.* "I...I thought you were in Vienna..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 5:12:52 GMT -5
"I was but I was returning when I heard that you were ill. Your last letter met me in Paris."
*Philippe rubbed his forehead.*
"So help me Rebecca if anyone has harmed you I WILL kill them."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 5:16:31 GMT -5
*She trembled and turned away, unable to fully bear the intensity of whatever passion stirred him, not knowing what it was. She slowly drew the knife out from under her pillow and showed it to Philippe.*
"I already made him pay."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 5:18:13 GMT -5
*Philippe glanced down at the knife and let out a low whistle.*
"That you did. Perhaps now I could have the knife. To clean, you may have it back."
*He reassured.*
"You are safe now."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 5:22:40 GMT -5
*She looked into his eyes.*
"...I know."
*She handed him the knife carefully, and as their hands touched, she felt a shock of electricity and drew back with a gasp.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 5:43:40 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned slightly, was she still repulsed by him?*
"Sorry."
*He took the knife and place it in his coat, beside his own. His heart was beating at a frantic pace.He turned back to her and gestured for her to sit down. He spoke gently to her.*
"Will you tell me what happened?"
(Got to go to work know grrrrr. No idea what time I will be back on...))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 5:48:58 GMT -5
*Becca sat on the edge of her bed and bowed her head slightly.*
"I...I went walking by the river. There was a...a man who saw I was alone. I told him I was meeting someone, but he did not believe me, and then...well, the rest happened so quickly I hardly know how to describe it. He...well, I managed to get a hand free and I always have the knife in my stocking and I, er...un...unmanned him."
*She flushed bright red at having to mention such a thing.*
"It...it was terrible. I felt so..." *she shrugged.* "Cheap. Violated. Afraid." *tears filled her eyes for a moment.* "Thank God nothing worse happened. When I think of what he might have--"
*she shuddered and hugged herself.*
((I should head off, too.))
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