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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 22:42:24 GMT -5
*Edward boredly skimmed the shelves for anything that remotely caught his interest, not seeing anything at all. He turned and began heading down the next row of books, still skimming and not seeing anything. He was beginning to decide that the only way a book would catch his interest was if it had a really unique/suggestive title. The library seemed to be lacking in those types of books.
He turned another corner, coming closer and closer to the opposite wall, and noticed an empty space in the packed row of books. He peered through it curiously and found he could see through to a window. Near the window he could make out the shape of a young woman. He grinned, thinking he'd finally found the entertainment. He looked out at her again, trying to decide how to make his move, when he realised she looked familiar somehow.
Where had he seen her? He stuck his head further through the hole in the bookcase, straining to get a better look at her. Why did she look so familiar?
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 22:50:30 GMT -5
*She was starting to get a nasty cramp in her neck from sitting in one spot for so long. Sighing, she set the book down--keeping her place--and stood up, rolling her shoulders and trying to massage her neck with her hands. She wasn't exactly a masseuse, and while it helped a little it wasn't what she really needed*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 22:57:37 GMT -5
*He blinked. She had moved, which had startled him a bit. She began massaging her neck for some reason, but he didn't really care why, he just cared how nice her arms looked. He watched in fascination for a while before remembering why he was watching her in the first place. He still couldn't remember where he'd seen her, but he guessed it might help if he got a little closer.
Trying to look casual, Edward turned the corner of the bookcase and began searching the one nearest the window. He pretended to examine the titles while secretly staring at her. He hoped she wouldn't notice as his eyes moved slowly from the top of her dark hair down. For some reason he still didn't fully recognise her face apart from the fact that it seemed familiar. However, he was beginning to get the impression that she was someone he'd met in London. Which beautiful women had he met in London?
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:14:52 GMT -5
*Lucy got the very eerie feeling that she was being watched. The chill down her spine that followed it cinched the deal. Suddenly feeling as though exposed, she grabbed the book and quickly began to retreat from the library*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 23:18:17 GMT -5
*Edward cursed silently. He must not have been careful enough because now she was leaving. He abandoned all attempts to look as though he was not interested in her and began heading after her.*
"Hey! Wait! Where are you going? Could you at least tell me your name? I think I've met you before I can't remember when and at least a name would be nice! I'm Edward Hyde!"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:20:23 GMT -5
*Lucy almost dropped the book in surprise when somebody actually began calling after her.
At the sight of him, however, she froze in her tracks and DID drop the book. She didn't need an introduction--she knew who he was*
"Oh, in god's name, no! Get away from me!" She screamed.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 23:25:16 GMT -5
*Edward stopped in a second for confusion.*
"What? What did I do?"
*He tried to remember...her voice sounded vaguely familiar...obviously he had done something bad to her...*
"Oh, wait a minute. Are you that hooker from that one place... the Red Bull or something? You sang, I think. Oh yes, now I remember you."
*He grinned at her and prepared to continue the chase, if she tried to run again.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:29:31 GMT -5
*Despite all her bravery and bravado that she'd shown to others, she started to shake, hating it as she did so.*
"Stay away! I warn ya! I scream an' everybody comes runnin'!"
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 23:33:04 GMT -5
"'Everbody comes running'?" he mocked her. "Oh, that's so scary. Who's around here anyway? A few harmless girls?"
*He noticed her shaking and smirked.*
"Are you scared?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:38:59 GMT -5
"Ye 'urt me before, ye right bastard! I don't forgive anyhin' like 'at!"
*She slowly backed away from him, towards the door, the entire time her eyes scanning for anything that she could use against him as a weapon*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 23:43:26 GMT -5
"Oh, you got off lucky. You should have seen what happened to other girls. And I don't care about your forgiveness. Forgiveness makes no difference in bed, at least to me."
*He noticed her backing away and glanced around for something he could use to stop her.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:46:03 GMT -5
Shite. Shite, shite, shite.
*He was definitely in the mood for making her life miserable.*
"'at does it! I warned ya!"
*She screamed, as loud as she could*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 11, 2008 23:50:55 GMT -5
*Edward winced and put his hands to his ears. She really could scream loudly. He quickly realised this probably would send someone running to see what the noise was about. He grabbed Lucy, covered her mouth, and struggled to get her somewhere hidden.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 11, 2008 23:58:15 GMT -5
*She kicked and struggled as hard as she could, trying desperately to get out of his arms. It was proving rather difficult, and she hoped and prayed that someone would come downstairs and help...surely, somebody had heard her...*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jan 12, 2008 0:14:38 GMT -5
*Edward dragged the struggling Lucy all over thelibrary, looking desperately for a storage closet or something. Finally he found one, an empty storage closet hidden away in a corner of the library. He shoved open the door with one hand and shoved Lucy inside, cramming himself inside after her. He shut the door behind himself and finally released her after barricading the door with something he thought might be a broom. He grinned again, though he knew she couldn't see it.*
"So, we're all alone in a closet. What are you going to do now? What can you do?"
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