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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 14:50:23 GMT -5
He laughed. "Well, first of all you're far too clean. And too nicely dressed. I would imagine that if you were a beggar you'd be wearing rags and would smell like garbage."
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 14:53:06 GMT -5
*She laughed lightly, letting her dress and blanket slip down, revealing a little bit more- but not too much.* Well, monsieur, I wander and I live with whoever will take me in for the night. The clothes I have from...other times. *A shadow passed over her face- her pretty clothes were ones she had bought when she believed she had escaped Lucien and would live happily ever after without him.*
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 14:56:39 GMT -5
He caught her change of expression. "How did you come to be this way?" he asked, genuinely concerned for her.
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 15:05:04 GMT -5
I- *She hadn't told anyone. She'd barely spoken of it to Sinclair- and yet she wanted to tell this man. But he was a stranger- and she'd never be able to seduce him if he was feeling sorry for her. So she flipped her long, dark curls and gave him her most unmistakeably seductive look, the blanket and gown slipping even further.* Life, monsieur.
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 15:08:01 GMT -5
He was starting to get the message. Despite this, he nodded, trying not to show her that he was on to her. Unfortunately, he did not inherit his father's acting skills, so he appeared rather uncomfortable. "I see."
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 15:12:21 GMT -5
There. *She leaned forward slightly.* What is your name, monsieur?
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 15:16:07 GMT -5
"I'm Fitz Booth. What's yours?"
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 15:22:28 GMT -5
Fitz Booth... *She smiled slightly as she said his name.* What a nice name.
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 16:26:31 GMT -5
He grinned, though it came off as being a bit phony. Why was this woman flirting with him? He'd said he had a wife! "I'm glad somebody thinks so. What's your name?" he asked.
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 16:28:07 GMT -5
*She quirked her eyebrow sexily.* What...do you think my name is?
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 16:33:19 GMT -5
Don't even start. "I don't know. Is it written somewhere?"
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 16:36:20 GMT -5
Yes, on a ribbon that I have tied...nevermind. *She smiled at him, leaning ever so slightly toward him.* No...what do you think my name is, monsieur?
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 16:54:01 GMT -5
He scooted away as subtly as he could. "I don't know, Marie?"
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 16:58:01 GMT -5
*She wrinkled her nose slightly, moving closer to him.* No...
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Post by Fitz on Oct 7, 2007 16:58:45 GMT -5
He leaned back against the cushion. "Ummm, Antoinette?"
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