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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 22, 2008 22:51:48 GMT -5
"When you go where, Adrienne." *His eyes were narrowed at her and his tone steely. Where on earth could she be going that she couldn't tell him? She was all he had left; if anything happened to her... he pushed those thoughts out of his mind.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 22, 2008 22:56:14 GMT -5
When I go...out. They're less conspicuous than a dress, don't you think?
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 22, 2008 22:57:50 GMT -5
*Okay now it was a full-on glare.*
"I may not be the most intelligent of men, Adrienne, but I'm not stupid enough to think that breeches and a waistcoat on a girl are less conspicuous than dresses."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 22, 2008 23:04:48 GMT -5
Fine, so it only works if the person thinks I'm a boy. But none of the people are going to look twice down by the M-
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 22, 2008 23:06:46 GMT -5
"M-what?" *He practically, growled, looking her right in the eye.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 23, 2008 20:43:55 GMT -5
*She looked down, fiddling with the breeches in her hands.* I may possibly have wandered down around the...Moulin Rouge. Just to see what it's like down there.
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 23, 2008 21:10:06 GMT -5
*He cried out in despair.*
"God dammit, Adi, what in hell could possess you to go down there!?" *His voice was rising... this was too much. Not the Moulin, anything but that...*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 23, 2008 21:16:29 GMT -5
I wanted to see what it's like! *Her head snapped back up.* You never let me go anywhere but school and the most respectable, safe, boring places- and I can't even go to those places without first checking with you and then you double checking with every last person in Paris that absolutely nothing remotely exciting or eventful is happening.
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 23, 2008 21:20:12 GMT -5
"Can't you see that's because I don't want anything to happen to you!?" *He asked desperately.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 27, 2008 14:11:06 GMT -5
You never let me do anything! And you can't just lock me away in the places you can keep an eye on- just because you're afraid of living doesn't mean that I am!
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Post by Enjolras on Jan 27, 2008 14:15:02 GMT -5
((Whoa wierd an Enjypost AS Enjy.))
"God Dammit Adrienne, you don't have to live for two people! I've already lost your brother and, in all honesty, your mother! Do I have to lose you, too?!" *He cried, voice thundering. For all his anger there were angry, hurt tears behind his eyes which he was vehemently trying to will away.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 27, 2008 14:18:13 GMT -5
Nothing is going to HAPPEN to me if you let me go somewhere other than school, or talk to someone you haven't met! But I AM going to disappear if you keep SMOTHERING me!
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Post by Enjolras on Jan 27, 2008 14:24:30 GMT -5
"Do you have ANY idea what happens at the Moulin Rouge, Adrienne? ANY? Men there aren't easily fooled by a pair of breeches, and the ones who are prefer them!"
*He took a step towards her, dark blue eyes flashing dangerously.*
"I can't let you get hurt by that place again, Bella!" *He growled, not realizing he'd thought for a moment his daughter was his wife until he was back in his own room.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 27, 2008 14:27:07 GMT -5
*Adrienne was slightly taken aback by the reference to her mother, but she was so pissed off that she simply locked up her room, changed back into her boy outfit, grabbed a pre-packed little bag, and slipped back out the window. Not caring where she ended up, she sprinted through the streets, determined to get as far away as possible.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 16:42:09 GMT -5
**POST ALL THAT ANGST** *Adrienne put the last touches on her hair, elegantly swept up with some tendrils remaining to cascade down her exposed back. She was dressed, as always, to the nines, in a ballgown that showed, if possible, more cleavage than the dress she'd worn to dinner that night last week, in a green brocade that made her skin look dewier than it already was. No makeup was needed--her complexion was flawless on its own; she had no reason to powder or rouge. White satin gloves clung to delicate arms, and a green fan hung around her slender wrist. Her underpinnings were all in black tonight, to better suit the color of her dress. The family emeralds glistened on her pale, swanlike neck and on her ears, surrounded by small diamonds* *Showtime.*
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