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Post by Dracula on May 25, 2007 4:19:52 GMT -5
*Dracula buttoned up his shirt and opened the door. He glanced at Irene and smiled.*
"You're so beautiful when you're like this."
*He closed the door behind him and walked down the hall.*
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Post by Irene on May 25, 2007 9:33:54 GMT -5
*Irene cursed him and curled up in a corner of the room, wishing she could wake up from this nightmare. She felt dirtier and more helpless than she could have imagined possible*
"Francis..." *she whispered.*
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Post by Francis on May 27, 2007 6:21:28 GMT -5
((Assuming this happens after Irene is back from Vincents room.))
*The flame of the candle flickered wild, but never went out.*
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Post by Irene on May 27, 2007 8:49:21 GMT -5
*Irene pulled one of the blankets off the bed. She couldn't sleep on it, not after it felt of Dracula's touch. She curled up in a corner and tried to rest.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on May 28, 2007 10:29:39 GMT -5
*Genghis stood in powerful, yet silent steps down the hall of the castle. His son had accomplished much, even if he had not taken the Khan name. That perplexed him for some reason, but he would not dwell on it now. He was making his way to a room that would be prepared for him. But then he noticed something odd. A key. Sticking out of a lock. How intriguing. If his son was to be one of his generals, surely there was nothing he would deny his father right to, at least to see what he had accumulated for himself. He turned the key and opened the door. He saw a young woman crumpled on the floor amist blankets. He suppressed a small smile.*
Just what I have needed. If my son is so hospitable in all his rooms, I shall enjoy my stay in Paris very much.
*He stepped inside and locked the door, turning back to her with a slight tilt of his head. His rich voice was softer than usual, but still echoed off the cold walls.*
"And what are you?"
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 10:35:40 GMT -5
*Irene looked up at the sudden light filling the room. She saw a man standing in the doorway. He was handsome in a cruel sort of way, and although she couldn't explain how, there was something about him that reminded her of Dracula. This was very strange, since they looked nothing like each other.*
"Oh my god YUL BRYNNER!!! You're SO much hotter than Charlton Heston! A prisoner", *she replied.* "Brought here while Dracula's hands were still stained with my husband's blood."
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Post by Genghis Khan on May 28, 2007 10:46:39 GMT -5
Heston? Of course I am! Look at the sexy bald head!
Oh...perfect.
*Genghis crossed the room to her and knelt on one knee, lifting her chin to examine her features.*
"A spoil, then."
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 10:48:57 GMT -5
((Actually, I can see Ramses doing this. Not sure about the King, though- he at least was sort of a gentleman, even if he had a temper.))
*Irene jerked her head away from him, her fear growing by the moment. Whoever he was, nothing good could come of this.*
"Call it what you will."
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Post by Genghis Khan on May 28, 2007 10:57:04 GMT -5
((It's not too late...he can always leave. Wait...what am I saying, he wouldn't do that. )) Fiesty. No wonder he has dedicated a whole room to her.*Genghis's lips twisted into a smile, but he made no sudden movement. His voice was calm and he explained simply.* "It is the way of my people to so homage to one's master, to honor one's lord, one's father. We share in all things, especially in the spoils of victory." ((I have to run grab lunch and some POTC tickets, but I will return soon! Muhuhaha! So don't get too comfy Irene, you haven't escaped yet.))
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 11:01:58 GMT -5
Oh, fuck.
*Irene drew back in horror, her lovely features now ghostly pale*
"Please", *she whispered*. "If you have any pity in you, please don't do this."
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Post by Genghis Khan on May 28, 2007 11:47:51 GMT -5
*Genghis tilted his head as if he couldn't understand what she was saying.*
Pity? Surely she doesn't mean...
*He caressed her hair gently, marveling in its softness. He remained calm and impassive.*
"Is it so horrible? To be honored by one such as myself? Many women would envy your position."
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 11:50:08 GMT -5
"My husband was murdred only days ago" *she whispered.* "I was kidnapped and raped the day of his funeral. Maybe you don't understand, but..."
*She managed to keep from crying*
"I just want to go home."
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Post by Genghis Khan on May 28, 2007 11:51:46 GMT -5
*Genghis traced his finger over the smooth skin of her cheek.*
"But if your husband is dead...this is your home. That is how one conquers."
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 11:54:52 GMT -5
((I would have thought he'd encountered this situation at least once before.))
"But I didn't want this! I loved my husband, and I hate his murderer. I'm not an object, to be passed from one man to the next."
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Post by Dr. House on May 28, 2007 11:57:26 GMT -5
((Genghis' war tactics: rape, pillage, burn, kill, repeat if necessary.))
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