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Post by Sylvia on Mar 15, 2007 16:48:52 GMT -5
*Her eyes flashed over his face, intrigued at the smile. It was uncommon in him and it made her wonder. But she wasn’t foolish enough to ask about such things directly. Resuming her passive posture, she answered.*
“I will serve as needed sir, as always. I just wanted you to be aware of all of the potentials. If you have desire of me, in any capacity, you know where to find me.”
*She sighed lightly and turned her head back to him.*
“Would you like me to take my leave of your company at the moment? Or did you have other…cravings you would have me fulfill?”
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 15, 2007 16:57:40 GMT -5
"That will do for tonight, Signorina Gallo--thank you for your time." *Thatcher bowed shortly, handing her her clothing.* "Shall I see you to the door, or do you know your way out?" *He leaned close, inhaling the stale scent of sweat and powder on her body. It mildly disgusted him, these tricks people used to cover the natural stenches of their flesh. Of course, the smell of filth gorged at his throat as well. Thatcher bathed at least three times a day, and eschewed all pomades and colognes. Having no significant scent, his own or manufactured, allowed him much better to come and go as he pleased, unnoticed.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Mar 15, 2007 16:58:51 GMT -5
((Howard Hughes!))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 15, 2007 17:18:36 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s demeanor shifted away from wantonness to cool-headedness. She took the clothes and dressed as best as she could manage on her own, covering loose laces with her cloak before turning to Thatcher and bowing deeply.*
“I know the way. Thank you sir, for your time and generosity. I look forward to further business with you soon.”
*She calmly left the study and made her way out of the mansion and down to the finest brothel in Paris, Madame Dahlia’s house.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 15, 2007 17:21:15 GMT -5
*Thatcher stood alone in the study for a long time, gazing into the dying embers of the fire. He then turned and left, calling for servants.* "Have my desk scrubbed and polished. And a bath drawn for me before I retire."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:51:17 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Thatcher sat at his desk doing paperwork. He was in a good mood. He might even kill someone this evening.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:56:58 GMT -5
((Win.))
*Sylvia burst into the study, justifiably flustered and upset. She couldn't believe what Dahlia had done. Not for any amount. It was...unheard of. She set her jaw, trying to slow the rapid rise and fall of her bosom over the neckline of her dress.*
"Thatcher Caine, what is the meaning of this?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:00:54 GMT -5
"The meaning of what, my dear?" *he asked blandly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:03:50 GMT -5
*Sylvia straightened, perplexed by the indifferent attitude he bore.*
"Despite what Dahlia might have told you...what she allowed..."
*She lifted her chin indignantly.*
"I am not an object to be bought and sold without my consent."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:06:09 GMT -5
*Thatcher raised an eyebrow, then turned back to his paperwork.*
"Yes you are."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:07:59 GMT -5
*Sylvia rushed the desk, planting a firm hand on the papers he perused, pinning them to the table.*
"No. I am not. I am a businesswoman. What exchange is made is for services rendered."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:15:53 GMT -5
"And considering the amount I have paid, you owe me everything that you are or will ever be," *he said placidly.* "If renumeration is such a concern you may rest easily--anything your heart desires with be yours if it can be had by money or murder."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:19:51 GMT -5
*Sylvia froze, aghast at his simple viewpoint on the matter. Her eyes searched his face, wounded as she looked for some understanding.*
"Why..." *she whispered.*
"I have never denied you. Why would you do such a thing?"
*Her breath shallowed, panic sinking in in place of anger.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:21:17 GMT -5
"You have never denied ANYONE, Sylvia," *he said slowly.* "...that's going to change."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:26:26 GMT -5
*Sylvia's body tightened, her rage fresh as she answered softly with a nod.*
"You're right. It will. Right now."
*She turned on her heel and started for the door.*
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