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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 17:14:50 GMT -5
((GOD, MY SISTER IS ANNOYING THE CRAP OUTTA ME! I'll be back later, once her thirst for the internet is satiated.))
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Post by Shadi on Mar 10, 2007 17:19:09 GMT -5
((Every time I see you, Declan, I think of two things: that awful Third Eye Blind song ("She likes me for me...") and Elvis Costello, whose real name is Declan McManus...))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 17:27:47 GMT -5
((I keep thinking of Bill Nighy in Love Actually all "well, Ant or Dec," because he doesn't know which one he's talking to.))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 17:32:54 GMT -5
"No, I am sorry. I'm sorry that I put you through everything. I'm sorry that I failed to understand you properly. Shh," Declan said, as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Come now. We must get you warm before you catch a cold." He pulled back from their hug and took her hand in his, leading the way. *Virginia nodded, brushing her hands across his shoulders.* "And look at you--you're soaking," *she said quietly, gripping his arm as they plodded through the slippery mud on the way back to the inn.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 11, 2007 0:19:17 GMT -5
"Me being wet is but a small cost to pay for love. I'd rather you not catch ill." Declan hurried Virginia inside the inn and scurried in after her.
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Post by Christine on Mar 11, 2007 20:03:23 GMT -5
*Christine entered the inn, looking around at the assorted scum and villiany* Perhaps one of them can tell me what happened to my sister.
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Post by Faith on Mar 11, 2007 20:07:15 GMT -5
((Not really, but--))
"A customer! A customer! *Faye smiled in greeting to the newcomer.* "Welcome!" *she chirped.*
((In reading over your post again I feel it incumbent upon me to tell you that it's not that sort of inn. It's a cheery, homelike place. Respectable, affordable, comfortable.))
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Post by Christine on Mar 11, 2007 20:07:51 GMT -5
((Nvm, then. Where should I ask?))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 20:17:05 GMT -5
"Me being wet is but a small cost to pay for love. I'd rather you not catch ill." Declan hurried Virginia inside the inn and scurried in after her. *Virginia hung her cloak on the stand beside the door, and looked throughout the kitchen and main room for Faye, who she saw dealing with a guest.* "Faye, I'm going to borrow a dress while mine dries!" *she said quietly. He friend nodded and she dashed upstairs to Faye's room to find something suitable in the wardrobe.*
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 20:17:38 GMT -5
((Nvm, then. Where should I ask?)) ((Raoul or a ballet rat might know. Or Mac, or whoever was with her when she died.))
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Post by Declan on Mar 11, 2007 21:45:35 GMT -5
*Virginia hung her cloak on the stand beside the door, and looked throughout the kitchen and main room for Faye, who she saw dealing with a guest.* "Faye, I'm going to borrow a dress while mine dries!" *she said quietly. He friend nodded and she dashed upstairs to Faye's room to find something suitable in the wardrobe.* Declan waited patiently downstairs, rubbing the banister of the staircase absentmindedly with his right hand.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 21:51:43 GMT -5
*Virginia came downstairs a while later in a plain dress of a light brown material--the colour of coffee with cream, still squeezing the water out of her hair with a towel. She glanced at Declan and frowned.* "Are you going to stand there dripping all night?"
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Post by Declan on Mar 11, 2007 21:58:46 GMT -5
Even dressed so simply, Virginia did not fail to take Declan's breath away. Her question just barely registered in his head.
"If that's what it takes to be with you," he muttered unconsciously.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:01:21 GMT -5
*Virginia's glance softened, and she patted him on the cheek with a wry twitch of her eyebrows.* "Go on and get into something dry. I'll not go far."
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Post by Declan on Mar 11, 2007 22:04:05 GMT -5
Declan finally seemed to wake from his trance-like state.
"All right," the young man replied. He shuffled up the stairs into his room and quickly changed. He hurried back downstairs.
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