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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 12:07:07 GMT -5
*Rebecca received a letter from a servant with a murmur of thanks. She read it quickly, then read it again with more care. It fell to the floor and she left her room at a run, thundering down the stairs.
She burst out through the front door and ran onto the gravel drive in time to see the cloud of dust left in Philippe's wake as he galloped off on horseback, his coat flying out behind him.
She stood awkwardly alone, watching him go, sheilding her eyes from the sun, watching him as he became smaller and smaller in the distance.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 12:20:59 GMT -5
*Philippe stopped at the top of the hill and turn into a cottage. He dismounted and handed his horse to the elderly woman there. *
"Thank you Mona, even now you aid me."
*His nurse poked him in the ribs, accused him of being too thin and sent him to change.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 13:25:34 GMT -5
*Philippe moved silently into the garden to a spot where he could see the house. He pulled his wide brimmed hat over his eyes and looked into the house.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 14:11:11 GMT -5
((Awww your new avvy line is from the video song!))
*Rebecca sat in the library, trying to read but mostly just tugging at one of her earrings and staring distractedly at the ceiling, thinking about Philippe's last letter and wondering what he was doing in Vienna.*
Probably just what he did in France.
*She recalled what she'd found him doing the night before her life had been turned upside down and flushed, trying to get her mind onto something else. Her stomach twisted and her heartbeat was loud in her ears.*
"Oh no..." *she whispered, rubbing her forehead as if it ached.* Why won't the doctor tell me what's wrong? *She had sent word to him several times, but he always shrugged off the problem, after hearing that her husband had gone abroad.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 4:31:16 GMT -5
*Philippe moved closer to the window as he noticed the visible distress she appeared in. It was painful this, watching but never able to do anything. He noticed Mona walk along the hallway, a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms.*
((The card sadi.))
[ To a speedy recovery Philippe
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 4:37:30 GMT -5
*Rebecca received the flowers with some surprise, slowly picking up the card and reading it. A soft smile appeared on her face, and she bent her head to smell the intoxicating scent of the beautiful bouquet.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 4:41:30 GMT -5
((Ok just watched Video for about the tenth time and just noticed end where Philippe is drinking and she is all 'here we go again' )) *Philippe watched her reaction with a smile upon his face before turning and walking back up to the cottage.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 4:47:03 GMT -5
((Hahaha. Glad you noticed.))
*A day or so later, Rebecca returned home from walking along the river, still rather shaken by the experience and deep in thought. She sat down in her room to write a letter to Philippe.*
Dear Philippe, I want to apologize for my behaviour towards you. You have been nothing but a gentleman--I realize that, now. What I peevishly assumed was cruelty was only your wish to protect me, and I am grateful to you for your kindness to me. You may have done much worse, and I did not know what until today.
Rebecca
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 4:53:07 GMT -5
*Philippr galloped up to the front of the house and dismounted. He handed the horse to the servants and ran up the steps.*
"Where is the Countess?"
*Hearing the reply he began to climb the steps that led to her bedroom.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 15, 2008 20:05:33 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** *It should have been impossible. With her injuries, she shouldn't have even been able to make it out to the opera stables at all, much less get on the horse and ride away--all the way to the De Chagny estate. There was only one thought in her head, one overriding goal that she forced herself to focus on, to keep awake. Philippe. At long last, she reached the estate, but also the end of her endurance. The horse had just pulled up before the gate when the small, battered figure on his back lost consciousness and fell to the ground. *
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Post by Philippe on Mar 16, 2008 3:36:14 GMT -5
*He had heard the clatter of hooves and foolishly, thought it was her. Not wanting to appear eager he hung back from the door. It took him several moments to register the figure on horseback.*
"Sorelli?"
*He witnessed her fall before he rushed out of the house and towards her. She looked, broken.*
"What has happened to you?2
*He muttered as he checked for a pulse, she was breathing. Very carefully he lifted her up and carried her into the house.*
((To the West Wing.))
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 19, 2008 13:13:08 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Cry-Baby arrived in front of the Chagny estate on foot, having parked his bike down the street a bit. He figured the house was big enough to require him to be discrete. Though he didn't have anything to wear other than his jeans and leather jacket.
This was weird. He'd impregnated a goddess and all, but callin' on a girl at a big fancy house with that intention seemed different. He rang, and was confronted by a wall of butler.*
"Hello sir. I'm here to see Miss Bonnie-Marie."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 19, 2008 14:58:59 GMT -5
Bonnie-Marie had just reached the bottom of the stairs when she heard the sound of her name from the entryway. She peeked through the curtains at the side of the door, entirely blocked from Cry-Baby's view by the massive butler.
There was a noticeably good-looking man standing there; he reminded her vaguely of Ichabod and Roux, but she supposed that was just her ghosts coming back to haunt her. Anyway, he didn't look particularly dangerous and he sounded polite.
She gently placed her hand on the butler's arm to alert him to her presence and stepped into view. "I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny, can I help you?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 20, 2008 10:14:35 GMT -5
*Remembering Brandi's advice--and the tentative nature of his association with this one--Cry-Baby turned on the Wade charm, full wattage, and smiled.*
"'M Cry-Baby Walker, miss. An' I'm mighty pleased to meet you."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 21, 2008 14:14:41 GMT -5
((I don't think Brandi ever mentioned his name to Bonnie-Marie, so I'm going to play her as such...just so you know...))
Bonnie-Marie smiled at Cry-Baby, his easygoing charm and pleasing smile a welcome break from the melodrama she'd been through the in the past couple of days.
"It's nice to meet you too! Won't you come in?" She held the door open for him.
It was strange, she knew, to let someone into the house without having any idea why he was here, but he seemed genuinely nice and happy to see her. Of course it was inconcievable that this could possibly be any sort of ruse; things like that simply didn't happen to nice girls like Bonnie-Marie.
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