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Aug 5, 2007 14:15:35 GMT -5
Post by Eponine on Aug 5, 2007 14:15:35 GMT -5
*Eponine looked over her shoulder on her way out, seeing them happy and laughing with eachother. All she ever seemed to do around Marius was burst into tears. She whispered a silent, permenant goodbye, then checked the clock and realized her shift was over. She ran out the door and home, not bothering to check her tears.*
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Aug 5, 2007 21:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 5, 2007 21:21:59 GMT -5
*He looked at her, doubtful.*
"You really think you can forgive me that much?"
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Aug 5, 2007 21:31:18 GMT -5
Post by Belladonna on Aug 5, 2007 21:31:18 GMT -5
If you can forgive me. *She smiled slightly*
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Aug 5, 2007 21:39:23 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 5, 2007 21:39:23 GMT -5
"Of course," *he said, hesitantly reaching out to cover her hand with his own.*
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Aug 5, 2007 21:45:40 GMT -5
Post by Belladonna on Aug 5, 2007 21:45:40 GMT -5
*Her smile brightened* Good. So, is there...um...is there anything else I can do for you?
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Aug 5, 2007 22:54:20 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 5, 2007 22:54:20 GMT -5
"You've already done so much," *he said with a soft but grateful smile.*
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Aug 6, 2007 20:16:12 GMT -5
Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 6, 2007 20:16:12 GMT -5
*Aimee-Cosette ran through the Opera house sobbing and clutching her doll, trying to find someone. She had found the infirmary because of a very nice man who had helped her, but now she was lost.*
"Some...someone! Help! My mam..maman, she fell..." *She screamed, but then caught sight of Uncle Marius.*
"Uncle M-Marius!" *She screamed, before launching herself into his arms, ignoring the lady in the way. She dropped her doll.* "Uncle Marius, M-Maman, she f-fell..." *She sobbed, barely able to make out the words.*
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Aug 6, 2007 20:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 6, 2007 20:47:31 GMT -5
*Marius cuddled the little girl, listening gravely.*
"Fell? Where? Is she badly hurt?"
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Aug 6, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 6, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
"S-she was in the k-kitchen, getting d-dinnner, and she s-screamed, and I came in and sh-she was bleeding!" *She wailed, squeezing him tighter.*
"Uncle M-Marius, she c-couldn't move! Her l-leg and her h-head... they were b-bleeding so bad..."
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Aug 6, 2007 20:54:41 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 6, 2007 20:54:41 GMT -5
((Your avvy kinda looks like my cousin.))
"Bleeding?" *Marius turned pale.* "She is at your house, then? You there!" *he got the attention of an orderly.* "Send an ambulance to this address..." *he gave them Eponine's apartment address and the orderly nodded, rushing from the room. Marius gathered Aimee-Cosette close and tried to comfort her, stroking her hair.* "It's alright...someone is going to help. She'll be fine."
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Aug 6, 2007 20:56:30 GMT -5
Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 6, 2007 20:56:30 GMT -5
*AImee shook her head, tears streaming down her face.*
"No, she's not going to be alright." *She whispered, looking straight at him, her stutter stopping.* "Can I say goodbye to her, Uncle Marius?"
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Aug 6, 2007 20:58:31 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 6, 2007 20:58:31 GMT -5
*Marius was confused.*
"To who?"
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Aug 6, 2007 20:59:27 GMT -5
Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 6, 2007 20:59:27 GMT -5
*She looked at him solemnly.*
"To maman, of course." *She said, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.*
((haha the icon is me as a baby))
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Aug 6, 2007 21:03:45 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Aug 6, 2007 21:03:45 GMT -5
(( ![O_o](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/browraise.png) ... *whispers* Meghan, is it you?)) "Don't be silly. 'Maman' is not going to die. That nice man is going to bring her back here and she'll be just fine. You'll see." I've seen her though worse. Like getting shot...
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Aug 6, 2007 21:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Aimée-Cosette on Aug 6, 2007 21:04:59 GMT -5
*She shook her head, tears leaking out.*
"Maman's been sick. She had a flu, and so even if she comes back here, she won't get better." *She said, almost calmly, though her tiny voice trembled.* "I want to say goodbye. I know my way home."
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