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Post by Dr Macartney on Jun 28, 2006 13:28:23 GMT -5
*Mac left Annekes departing figure and turned to Arielle.*
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Francis on Jun 28, 2006 15:07:32 GMT -5
*Franics was worried about Arielle and gave her a concerned look*
"She fainted sir after an...argument".
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 15:25:58 GMT -5
((yeah, I dont need this character anymore, the "prelude" to this is in the stables))
Rose stumbled into the infirmary, still being supported by the boy at her side. Had she been well, she would have been embarassed, almost appaled at her state, her emerald riding habit was soaked through and clinging to her curves. Her firey red hair was a tangled mess, and she was sure she looked like death warmed over. The boy guided her to a nearby empty bed and Rose collasped upon it, instantly falling into a severe coughing fit.
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Post by Dr Macartney on Jun 28, 2006 15:55:11 GMT -5
*Mac hurriedly gave some smelling salts to Francis.*
"Put these under her nose, I must adtend to my other patient."
*Mac rushed over to Rose and began pulling blankets over her trying to get her warm.*
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 16:14:52 GMT -5
Rose was grateful for the blankets and clutched at them desperately, they were not able to surpress her shivering however, and it was becomming increasingly hard to stay concious, all she really wanted to do was to fall asleep. When the young man who had attended her turned away for a moment, she tried to call out, horrfied at the gravely noise her voice had become.
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Post by Dr Macartney on Jun 28, 2006 16:17:21 GMT -5
*Mac turned back shocked and distressed at the pain the women was in. He leant over her.*
"Tell me, where does it hurt?"
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 16:47:01 GMT -5
Rose shut her eyes and lay her head back on the pillow. "Everywhere, monsieur" she mumbled, barely auditble, "It's so cold..."
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 19:53:41 GMT -5
((double post, you'll forgive me, right? I just feel like ending this))
Rose doubled over and was caught up in another coughing fit. She cluchted a blanket and held it to her mouth, when she brought it away she paled when she saw blood on it. Rose saw Dr. Macartney turn away form her, and she grabbed his wrist, desperate not to be alone. "monsieur..." she whispered, sounding like it was taking all of her strength to coke out her words, "please--don't...there's nothing you can do, please don't waste your time..." she paused again, coughing violently, whent he spasms subsided she visably relaxed. "stay with me?" she begged, her voice basically gone, "just until I'm slepping?" she looked up at him with watery eyes. She felt him sit down on the bed next to her and she grabbed his hand. Her breath was shallower now, and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. "please, promise me you'll take care of him..." she said, not making much sense her eyes were no longer on the doctor but on the stableboy. He smiled at her, and promised that her beloved gelding would stay in the Opera's care. Rose could feel the darkness closing in on the edges of her vision.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 28, 2006 19:55:20 GMT -5
((Awwww. ))
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Sophia
- Masterful Virgin -
a mask, my first, unfeeling scrap of clothing
Posts: 47
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Post by Sophia on Jun 28, 2006 20:02:34 GMT -5
((more les mis than titanic, but what the heck))
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 28, 2006 20:14:57 GMT -5
((Want me to send Jack in and you can tell him you'll never let go?))
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Sophia
- Masterful Virgin -
a mask, my first, unfeeling scrap of clothing
Posts: 47
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Post by Sophia on Jun 28, 2006 20:16:28 GMT -5
((XD XD ya know...thats a brilliant idea, I might just have to go and edit that ending...))
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 28, 2006 20:28:35 GMT -5
*staggers in, stopping beside Rose. He bends over her, peering into her face, reeking of alcohol and sweat.* "Giselle...? Keira! No! 'Liz'beth! Uh--Scarlet! No, wait--ummm don't tell me, I know this one..."
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Post by Rose Devereux on Jun 28, 2006 20:56:28 GMT -5
Rose suddenly looked over at the haggard, yet incredibly dashing man next to her and let a weak smile play on her lips "Rose" she mouthed silently
((I mean, it's CAPTAIN jack, I wasnt going to say sexy...because well, she cant exactly be having lusty thoughts on her deathbed, can she?))
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 28, 2006 21:33:19 GMT -5
((Oh yes she can. Heh. --Sidenote: in the thrift store this afternoon I saw some VHS movie that was a cartoon version of Titanic. I nearly bought it. Then I wished it was on DVD so I could share it with people in online clips, but then on VHS only I could watch it.))
*Jack bowed teeteringly.* "Cap'n Jack Sparrow, at yer service, miss Rose. Uh...tell me...you won't... give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise." *He re-considered.* "Not for under a hundred pounds sterling, at least."
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