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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:58:55 GMT -5
Anna felt the blood from her lip begin rolling down her face "I can't wipe it" she said softly.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 1:04:35 GMT -5
*One hand let go of her, and he dug around in his pockets until he brought out a handkerchief and dabbed the blood away*
"Ease up on that, now. Don't hurt yourself."
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 1:22:54 GMT -5
Anna looked up in to Abberlines eyes and ran a shaking hand through his hair.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 12:42:00 GMT -5
*They simply lay there for a time, her in his arms and he keeping her company, trying to put at her at some kind of ease as he felt the shakes going through her. Awful, the aftermath. Something he was all-too familiar with. It would take more than just this, however, to completely help someone. Y'know, like showing up at Notre Dame*
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 18:21:18 GMT -5
((Of course now she's being stalked by Valmont, the poor dear.))
Anna eventually fell asleep, her body still going through the motions but her mind was far too tired to continue them.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 21:13:18 GMT -5
*After a short time he, too, fell asleep*
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 5, 2007 13:10:42 GMT -5
Anna woke many hours later in a cold sweat, she turned to see a man whom she vaguely remembered, holding her. She pushed out of his grips quietly and tried to remember the night before, it was more of a blur than usual, the most prominent blur being "Frederick Abberline" she mouthed and looked for her bag.
Tearing out a piece of paper from her journal she left him a note.
Dear Monsieur Abberline,
Frederick, I want to thank you, but I'm not sure why.
Last night was quite a blur.
But from what I remember so far, you were my knight in shining armor.
-Anna Regan
She rolled it up and placed it in his hand and moved out of the private room, it was dark outside and she had enough for one more hit. She moved into the large tent threw the money at the woman and took a long puff before moving out in to the world.
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Post by abberline on Dec 5, 2007 13:35:36 GMT -5
*He awoke sometime later, groggy and with a nasty, pounding headache. Blast it--he'd gone and gotten drunk and then smoked opium again.
Groaning in pain (and hold a hand to his head) he slowly sat up, a rolled paper falling out of his other hand. As he picked it up, he vaguely recalled a lovely woman's face, her name one he couldn't quite place at the moment.
Her name came back to him as he read the letter.*
"Anna."
*He stared at the words for a moment, wondering where she'd gotten off to and if he'd ever run across her again. Sighing, he stood up and made a rather wobbly way into the other room to collect his coat before leaving the den*
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