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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 17:40:43 GMT -5
*Deemed ready to take small assignments, Virginia's room was dim, closed curtains and lit candles making it pleasantly warm. Madame Dahlia was sending a client up for a massage, and Virginia was a bundle of nerves, trying to remember all she'd learned. She went into a small connecting room to set out the oils she would use, rolling back the sleeves of the dark blue silk robe she'd borrowed from Sylvia.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 31, 2007 17:54:45 GMT -5
Declan strode into the building with a grim exterior. A woman silently waiting by the entrance nodded, and silently gestured for him to follow her up the stairs. She opened the door to a room on his right and closed it as he entered.
The young man undressed, wrapping only a towel around the lower half of his body. When he came out, the woman led him into the adjoining room. He laid down on a table that she pointed out, tensely waiting for his massage.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 17:57:58 GMT -5
*Virginia carried the tray of bottles into the room and held her breath as she caught sight of the man lying face down, unconsciously noting the nearest alarm, just in case. She set the tray on a smaller table nearby and oiled her hands, pausing only a moment to let it warm before she spread it on his back, beginning to work the knots of tension loose.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 31, 2007 18:06:34 GMT -5
Sighing, Declan closed his eyes and slowly began to relax under the woman's hands. Underneath his eyelids, he was transported back to England and his home. The young man saw his deceased family. His would-be wife.
His eyes snapped open as pain shot through his upper back. He flinched. Apparently, the masseuse had forcefully rubbed a tender spot. Now that he thought about it, she did not seem to be very experienced at all.
"Be careful," he snapped, not bothering to raise his head.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 18:09:17 GMT -5
*The man's voice pierced Virginia's consciousness like a bitter arrow, and her hands jerked back as though she had burned herself. A moment later, she continued her work, shaking her head.*
It's all in your head...stop fooling yourself.
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Post by Declan on Mar 31, 2007 18:20:25 GMT -5
Declan had begun to think back on the fragments of his past when the woman hit the same sore spot. As his temper was rather shorter than usual today, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked into the woman's eyes.
"Haven't I already told--" he cut himself off as he found himself looking face-to-face with Virginia. Declan harshly rubbed his eyes to clear them of her image but she still stood before him.
Thoroughly shocked, he could only say in a small voice, "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 18:25:28 GMT -5
*Virginia felt as though she'd had a bucket of cold water thrown on her, and stepped back, knocking over the table of bottles, some of which fell to the floor and smashed open, oozing their contents onto the expensive rug. She pressed her hands to her face for a moment, her blush burning through her light powder.* "Get out," *she whispered, turning and fleeing to the adjoining chamber, slamming the door shut between them.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 31, 2007 18:30:35 GMT -5
((Isn't that the room where he has his clothes?
Oh, well. More wangst.))
"No, no, no, don't close the--" Declan blurted out before the door was loudly shut closed. He pounded a fist on the wood.
"Open the door."
((Eh, I gotta go. Bye!))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 19:31:45 GMT -5
((Damn.))
*A long moment passed.* "...go away!" *came the muffled and almost petulant voice from behind the thick wood. Virginia propped a chair under the door handle to make it impossible to open before realizing with dismay that there were no alarms installed in the tiny room used mostly for storage.*
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Post by Irene on Mar 31, 2007 19:42:22 GMT -5
((Is she scared he'll rape her or something?))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 20:16:45 GMT -5
((She's just totally upset that he's there and wants him out for his own sake. She doesn't want his feelings to get hurt.))
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Post by Christine on Mar 31, 2007 20:18:11 GMT -5
((I thought she was scared because she "realized there wasn't an alarm".))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 20:22:26 GMT -5
((That's the only way she could get help removing him from the premesis, really. Unless he goes away on his own.))
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Post by Christine on Mar 31, 2007 20:23:47 GMT -5
((Okay. I was confused, because Dec didn't seem the type to attack people.))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 31, 2007 20:24:54 GMT -5
((Oh, he's not. I think. I hope not.))
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