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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 11:08:49 GMT -5
"Of course. As soon as possible."
*He smiled as she leaned against him, enjoying the novelty of being the 'good guy' for a change.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:16:17 GMT -5
“Tomorrow, then…”
*Sylvia curled up contented in the thought that possibly as soon as tomorrow, she might be one step closer to her freedom and a new life. She smiled as she dozed gently, her head on Crane’s chest, safe in his arms.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:19:14 GMT -5
((Unrelated- do you have any characters who are free? We're trying to get a party going at Gatsby's.))
THE NEXT MORNING
*Jonathan Crane awoke with Sylvia peacefully resting beside him. He smiled, then saw the necklace and bracelt on the floor*
Today, perhaps we'll find out the truth.
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:21:45 GMT -5
*Sylvia awoke slowly and found herself smiling, wrapped safely in Crane’s embrace. She peeked up at him through her dark lashes, half awake.*
“Good morning…I didn’t mean to trap you in bed.”
*She glanced down at her arm over his chest and her leg over his thigh.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:23:58 GMT -5
"I don't mind being trapped once in a while."
*He smiled*
"Good morning, Sylvia."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:29:14 GMT -5
*Sylvia brushed back her dark locks as she pulled herself up onto her elbow, but didn’t move her leg from its pleasant resting position. She licked her lips, still waking up.*
“Is it late? I’m afraid I’m not much good in the morning.”
*She realized what they were supposed to be doing that day and she had a short burst of nervous energy.*
“Oh! Are we going to be late? Can we still see Dr. Lecter today?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:30:39 GMT -5
"We're not late yet."
*He got up and went over to his dresser*
"You'd better put something on, though."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:34:19 GMT -5
*She smiled gently at him and threw herself dramatically back on the bed, a lustful demeanor superimposed for the moment. Her voice was sultry.*
“You don’t think I should go like this?”
*Her expression grew playful.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:35:55 GMT -5
*He laughed softly*
"No, I don't think that would be very...wise of you. I don't know if he would appreciate it."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:37:19 GMT -5
*Her brow rose as she pulled herself off of the bed and headed to the closest to pick out something to wear.*
“Don’t think I’m his type?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:39:48 GMT -5
*Crane thought about that as he buttoned his shirt*
"I quite honestly don't know who or what his type would be."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:43:08 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s brow furrowed at his response. She gracefully slipped a simple, if low-cut dress over her head.*
“You don’t think he’s…”
*She crinkled her nose slightly.*
“That he doesn’t fancy ladies?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:47:08 GMT -5
"Well, from the looks he's been giving me...I don't think he really fancies people, to tell you the truth."
*He pulled on his trousers and quickly combed his hair*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2007 18:49:10 GMT -5
*Sylvia walked to the vanity, peering in the mirror as she swept up the top of her hair and pinned it. She turned to Crane concerned.*
“But he…he helps people, right? Like you?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 14, 2007 18:52:13 GMT -5
"When it amuses him. And besides, we help each other."
*He put a hand on her shoulder*
"On second thought, he should like you. He enjoys it when he can't read minds."
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