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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 27, 2007 18:44:21 GMT -5
*After their wonderful month-long honeymoon in Italy, Maxim and Micaela arrived in England at last. They drove down the road to Manderley, the beautiful countryside flying past.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 27, 2007 18:46:48 GMT -5
*It was getting pretty late, as as soon as they had set foot on British soil Maxim had vowed to get them to Manderley without stopping. Micaela yawned and grabbed her sweater from the back, molding it into a general pillow shape and resting her head on it. The motion of the car put her to sleep within minutes. This all happened when they were about an hour from Manderley.*
((Cue rain, so that the first impression of the new mistress is '... She's wet.' Drowned Kitten!Micaela ftw!))
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 27, 2007 19:01:19 GMT -5
*Maxim smiled at her as she slept, and turned to concentrate on the road. Too soon, the woods around Manderley came into view. He eyed the threatening rainclouds, and wondered if it would hold off until they reached the house.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 27, 2007 19:03:38 GMT -5
*Micaela awoke when she felt raindrops falling on her arms and face. She wrinkled her nose, stretched, and then looked up as it began to pour.*
"Aw, fudge." *She muttered, trying to cover herself with her sweater but failing miserably. She was soaked within seconds. At this moment, Manderley came into view and she gasped, wet and all.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 27, 2007 19:08:54 GMT -5
*One handed, he passed her his coat.*
"Here, use this."
*He drove perhaps a bit too quickly, but parked the car without any problems. He hurried around and opened the door for her.*
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Post by Micaela on Nov 27, 2007 19:10:45 GMT -5
*She got out and hid under the coat, giggling.*
"Well are you going to carry me over the threshold or what?"
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 27, 2007 19:15:23 GMT -5
*He laughed, picking her up without warning.*
"If that's what you'd like."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 27, 2007 19:17:06 GMT -5
*She squealed and giggled as they walked in the house, where she was silenced by both the splendor of the room itself and the massive staff assembled. Mostly the staff. Her eyes widened and she altogether looked like she'd been drowned.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Nov 27, 2007 19:23:58 GMT -5
*Maxim set her down hurriedly a scowl on his face.*
"I'm sorry- I didn't expect this."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 27, 2007 19:25:53 GMT -5
"Oh, no, it's fine." *She said, a little nervously, but then straightened and flashed a winning smile at them all.* "I'm Micaela, die neue the new Mrs. de Winter. It's very nice to meet you all." *She said. Were they all here to take care of the house? And her?"
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Nov 28, 2007 18:32:21 GMT -5
"Mr de Winter. So pleased to have you at Manderley again, sir-"
Mrs Danvers froze in her tracks and stared at the sopping wet girl-thing on her master's arm.
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Post by Micaela on Nov 28, 2007 18:35:47 GMT -5
*She smiled nervously but genuinely at Mrs. Danvers.*
"I assume you're Mrs Danvers? Maxim's told me quite a bit about you." *She said sweetly. The fact that the woman didn't appear to like her did nothing for her nerves... but she was, of course, a spectacular actress.*
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Nov 28, 2007 18:37:55 GMT -5
"I'm sure Mr de Winter has," Mrs Danvers retorted coldly, putting emphasis on her employer's title, as though to suggest that for Micaela to call him by his first name was boorish and far too familiar.
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Post by Micaela on Nov 28, 2007 18:41:22 GMT -5
*Oh, two could play at that game.*
"Yes, Maxim told me quite a bit about Manderley during our month honeymooning in Italy, but nothing could ever have prepared me. It's simply lovely, even in the pouring rain." *She said, smiling sweetly. In addition to quite subtly emphasizing his given name, she also emphasized honeymoon. She leaned in towards Maxim and laid her left hand on his elbow, subtly showing off the ring and simultaneously claiming him as hers to call whatever she wished.*
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Nov 28, 2007 18:48:46 GMT -5
Mrs Danvers' mouth tightened.
"Pity to see you like this. You're drenched."
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