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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:09:18 GMT -5
*Aimee had never knocked on the door to her mother's and Renn's apartment in her life. Never had she hesitated to burst in; it was her home. Her family was here--or they had been. No more.*
*This time, she knocked. And she waited for her mother to answer, so that she could apologize--the fact that her mother made bad decisions was no reason to lose her again.*
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 10, 2007 19:26:32 GMT -5
*After coming back from Spain, Renn had wanted to cook (as well as Eponine) but found the larder a bit low on supplies. Both women had stepped out for a moment, leaving der Tod to watch Alexei (something he didn't mind doing). The apartment had been rather quiet when there was a knock on the door. Holding Alexei, he answered the door to find an oddly familiar-seeming teenage girl on the other side.*
"Yes? Can I help you?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:28:23 GMT -5
*Aimee blinked at him, mouth slack. So this was her brother's dad.*
"I.. er..." *She colored reddish because of the awkwardness of the situation.* "Iwasheretoseemymomandmybrother."
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 10, 2007 19:31:30 GMT -5
*It took a few seconds for him to sort out her mumbling.*
"Your...oh! You are a child of Eponine's?"
*He'd never seen this girl before, and wondered why nobody had ever introduced them.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:33:35 GMT -5
"Yeeah..." *She said awkwardly.* "I'm... Aimee-Cosette. Her first, and hopefully only, daughter."
*The baby took that moment to clap happily, giggling, after inexplicably recognizing the girl as his sister.* "Blrrbaggfffla!" *He babbled.*
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 10, 2007 19:36:34 GMT -5
*Smiling at Alexei's enthusiasm, he stepped to the side, giving Aimee space to enter the apartment*
"Come in...excuse the mess, Alexei doesn't really allow one to straighten up things..."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:40:14 GMT -5
*She looked around--toys that she had played with as a child were strewn about, but her bear, Ourson, was completely missing. For all its familiarity--this wasn't her home anymore.*
"And... is Renn still living here?" *She wasn't really sure of anything else to say.*
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Post by Alexei on Dec 10, 2007 19:43:52 GMT -5
*Alexei looked up to der Tod and pointed to Aimee.*
"Nagybácsi, ist sie meine Schwester?" *The words came to him as naturally as breathing or eating--he just knew them.*
((Hungaro-Germano-Alexeish for: Uncle, is she my sister?))
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Post by Marius on Dec 10, 2007 19:45:50 GMT -5
*wheels his way up the wheelchair-friendly ramps. To whatever floor this apartment is on.*
...
*wheezes*
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Post by Alexei on Dec 10, 2007 19:50:56 GMT -5
*Alexei sensed another person outside. Eager to meet even more people, he popped outside the open door onto Marius's lap.*
"Hallo, Herr Marius!" *he said happily, glad for these new word things. The name wasn't something he had to actively think about to know--he just did.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:51:39 GMT -5
*Aimee stared at der Tod.*
"Where did he go? And what was he speaking?"
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 10, 2007 19:52:04 GMT -5
*Tod blinked in utter surprise as the infant spouted a stream of Hungarian/German...and then started when the baby disappeared out of his arms*
"Alexei! No, come back here!"
*He started out of the apartment, sensing the child was outside, calling to Aimee over his shoulder even as we ran past her*
"He asked if you were his sister!"
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Post by Marius on Dec 10, 2007 19:54:59 GMT -5
*Marius promptly fainted and the wheelchair began to roll back down the last ramp.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 10, 2007 19:56:45 GMT -5
*She gasped as she heard the baby voice speak her caretaker's name and then heard the familiar creak of wheelchair wheels.*
"Dammit!" *She muttered, chasing the wheelchair and catching it.*
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Post by Alexei on Dec 10, 2007 19:57:11 GMT -5
*The baby popped back into Tod's arms as the wheelchair began careening down the ramp.*
"Er war nicht érdekes." *He said to the man whose arms he was now in.*
((He wasn't very interesting.))
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