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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 20, 2007 21:32:27 GMT -5
((FTW))
*Her words stole away his breath, and for a moment he didn't answer. But, finally, *
"Truly? I don't know what I did to deserve a woman such as you."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 20, 2007 21:34:51 GMT -5
"You showed me kindness, for one. The only man I've known in Paris who has done so."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 10:29:21 GMT -5
*He gaver her a soft smile*
"You say it so often, I ought to believe it true. One could almost believe anything, if it came from you."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 11:52:26 GMT -5
*She took his hand gently*
"And I know, I remind you of her. We hardly know each other, though it feels as if we do."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 12:34:10 GMT -5
"Mira..."
*He let her name hang in the air a moment, not wanting to voice the question that suddenly loomed large in his mind*
"When I was searching for you, my investigations led me to...the Kit Kat Club. At the time I didn't question it, but...you worked there."
*So not really a question, but rather a statement. His voice wasn't accusatory more like...hesitant. As though he'd rather not know*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 19:28:09 GMT -5
*Mira did not answer for a moment. But he should have known he'd come to it eventually.*
"It was a living. I'd rather that than prostitution."
*It was a bit hard for her to say this*
"And I was in love."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:24:00 GMT -5
*Some of the worry lines on his face smoothed out*
"So, you weren't forced to...degrade yourself in that way."
*He meant, of course, the prostitution comment*
"One does strange things for love."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:26:21 GMT -5
"I was neer a whore, I promise you that."
*She looked a bit hurt*
"Did you think I was?"
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:38:12 GMT -5
*He shook his head*
"No, I didn't think you were. I suppose I should have worded that sentence better. I think you'd be the last woman to end up that way."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:41:48 GMT -5
*Mira sat down on her bed*
"Victor...what I'm about to ask, I don't know if you can do. But as a doctor, you might..."
*She looked away for a moment*
"Do you know of any drugs that would...recover memory?"
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:49:12 GMT -5
*The shift of conversation threw him off for a moment, but he nodded as he sat down next to her*
"There are a few, mostly used in asylums, though there are less unpleasant places one may find them. Why do you want to know?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 20:50:39 GMT -5
*Mira looked at the floor*
"I can't stand not knowing. Never being sure if my dreams were real..."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 21:02:07 GMT -5
*He took one of her hands in both of his*
"I understand you wanting to know, but I must warn you--it may also reveal things you were better off not knowing. Things you'd forgotten or repressed so much that it may as well have not happened."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 21:06:07 GMT -5
"I know..."
*She huddered*
"But it can't be worse than what I've imagined."
((Typist: Ha ha! Little does SHE know!))
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 21, 2007 21:10:26 GMT -5
"I can't imagine there'd be worse." He agreed.
"I know of only one place that would have this--or should I say, give it without too many questions: the Charenton Asylum."
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