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Post by Sylvia on Mar 17, 2007 18:06:38 GMT -5
*Sylvia had been most intrigued by the chest she had received from Mondego. The key that had come with it did not seem to fit the lock and she found it terribly fascinating. Perhaps he would be more fun than she had expected. She had dressed herself in a manner proper to receive such attentions should he crave them, and made her way to the address he had left with chest and key in tow.*
*She knocked, but no one came. She tried the door. Locked. Puzzled, she examined the key. Perhaps…she slipped it into the door and tried to turn it. The door opened easily. How delightful. She slipped inside.*
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 17, 2007 18:37:23 GMT -5
*Mondego had nothing better to do this afternoon than to look out the window and read a semi-interesting book on high society. He felt that he could have given a few helpful hints to the author, so he put the book away. It was not long afterward that he saw Sylvia walking up to the front of the house.*
*By the time Mondego was placed in his hidden compartment behind the Mondego painting in the front hall, Sylvia was already walking around the room inspecting the fineries. Mondego had placed specific items of wealth around the room to attract the attention of nearly every upper class citizen and thief, not that there was much of a difference between the two. The items gave him time to inspect the intentions of every guest.*
I hope she finds the rose...
*Hidden behind a small portrait of Mondego's wife was a black rose with thorns. Attached to the rose with red lace was another key. The key had the word "Exit" etched into it. Under the key was a note.*
Sylvia, A rose by any other name is a lie. You have another gift waiting for you at Madame Dahlia's house. Consider this an excercise in trust.
F. M.
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 17, 2007 19:10:42 GMT -5
*Sylvia surveyed the empty room, careful not to touch anything or cause a disarray of sorts. Perhaps Mondego had stepped out and had not expected her to call on him so soon. Many beautiful things to be sure. There was a portrait of a lovely young woman and Sylvia half-smiled and thought of Virginia. Ah yes…men are…complicated. Then she came across the rose and note. Reading it she smiled. This better prove worth it. Taking the rose, she went to the desk and found a piece of paper and a pen. In expert penmanship, she wrote.
I hope that I please you and that I am one step closer.
S
*She pressed her thumb against one of the rose’s thorns and pressed the blood that welled up gently against the note next to her signature. Taking the rose and the key she returned to the front door only to find it locked. Trying the new key, she found herself free again. Yes…very intriguing.*
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 17, 2007 19:20:23 GMT -5
*Mondego watched as she wrote the note, drew some blood for her signiture and turned for the door. Even when she didn't know she was being watched, she kept herself in complete control. She even kept her cool when she had to use her key to open the door again. Mondego watched her as she left the house.*
I like the way she moves. I wonder what she carries on her for protection...
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 18, 2007 19:49:26 GMT -5
*Mondego and Sylvia walked into the main waiting hall. Shortly after, Mondego informs Sylvia that he must attend to some business.*
"I must see that everything is settled in the mansion. I will be back shortly. Make yourself comfortable ... wherever you wish."
*Mondego left the area and found the cook. He instructed that his best mousse should be brought to the Special Guest Room. With that, he found his secret compartment to observe Sylvia.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 18, 2007 20:35:23 GMT -5
*Sylvia bowed slightly as he took his leave, leaving her alone. Must see everything settled? Oh monsieur…if you are going to test me, you could at least put more effort into your alibis. She licked her lips, thinking out her options. Stay here, with nowhere to sit – didn’t seem any way to make herself comfortable. She calmly walked through the hallway, studying the handles of the doors as she passed them, looking for one that matched her new key. GR1. That was relatively nondescript. Finally she found a handle with a corresponding name. She cautiously slid the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door and entering the room to await her host.*
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