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Post by Rebecca on Feb 3, 2008 19:06:29 GMT -5
*Becca made it downstairs (at last) and went into the sunny parlour to sit and draw.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 4, 2008 11:15:34 GMT -5
*Scarlett sighed as she stepped into the parlour. Lord, but it was dull here! At least no one talked of the war.*
"Are you feeling better?" *she asked Becca sweetly.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 11:16:01 GMT -5
"Much!" *she said, beaming.* I got laid!
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 4, 2008 11:24:33 GMT -5
*It just wasn't fair. Now the sick, pale girl was happy, and Scarlett still had done nothing but sit and pretend to sew and go to mass. She chose a chair and settled herself in it.*
"How fortunate," *she said.* "You're married to the Comte, aren't you?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 11:30:18 GMT -5
*Becca turned bright red, as though she suddenly realized the fact herself.*
"...yes. I am."
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Post by Sir Percy on Feb 4, 2008 11:36:37 GMT -5
((*headdesk*))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 11:55:16 GMT -5
((Oh, hi Daddy!))
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 4, 2008 12:25:08 GMT -5
*Scarlett was surprised by the flush on the other girl's cheeks. Why, she acted as if no one had ever been married! It was a fact of life. Like freckles or corsets: you lived with it.
It hadn't really affected Scarlett much, until Charles Hamilton had died and made her such a frightful figure in black.*
"He does seem to be away an awful lot. That must be nice."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 12:27:19 GMT -5
"Er...well, the quiet is nice, I suppose..."
But I get very cold at night.
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 4, 2008 12:34:06 GMT -5
*Scarlett sighed.*
"It's too quiet, here. Why, I thought there'd be balls, and callers, and all sorts of things."
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Post by Raoul on Feb 4, 2008 14:33:32 GMT -5
*Raoul strolled into the Parlour and sat down with the paper. He nodded to Rebecca.*
"Sister."
*Turning he winked at Scarlett before turning his attention to the newpaper.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 4, 2008 16:08:01 GMT -5
*Scarlett's eyes widened in affront at her cousin's boldness.
Then again, it was nice to think of oneself as being able to attract boldness again. She'd felt like an old woman since Charles had died. Seventeen was too young to be old and done.*
"Is there anything excitin' in the news?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 16:28:21 GMT -5
God I can't believe this ditz is OLDER than me.
*Becca went back to her sketchbook.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 4, 2008 16:49:20 GMT -5
*Raoul shook his head.*
"The usual mix of tragic and gossipy."
*He studied an article closely.*
"Or both. Poor Belladonna..."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 5, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
*Scarlett sighed and tapped her fingers against the arm of her chair. It wasn't as if there'd be anyone she knew in those pages.
It was strange, being so entirely outside her social circle.*
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