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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 13:49:09 GMT -5
*Scarlett hobbled around, refusing to be slowed down by her swollen ankle. She wanted to explore this house, dangit.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 14:08:33 GMT -5
*Maxim noticed Micaela's god-daughter struggling down the hall with a frown. Wondering what had happened to the poor girl, he followed her.*
"Do you need some assistance, Miss Booth?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 14:21:59 GMT -5
Monsieur de Winter! *She spun around in surprise, though due to her balance problems she almost fell voer and ended up ramming into him.* Oh, God, I'm so sorry!
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 14:23:41 GMT -5
*He helped her steady herself with a small chuckle.*
"Please, don't be," *he said with a charming smile.* "What ever happened to your leg?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 14:30:18 GMT -5
*Oh God, he was touching her. She tried not to blush.* I...I twisted my, um, ankle.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 14:31:21 GMT -5
"You really must be more careful. How did that happen?"
*He began walking, offering her an arm to lean on.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 14:38:34 GMT -5
*She took his arm gratefully. It really made walking so much easier when she could actually, um, MOVE.* I...I...well, it...it was... *She gritted her teeth. She'd promised Michael she'd tell the truth, but she reaaaally didn't want to.* I'm afraid I made an acquaintence very...very angry and he, um, made sure that I realized it.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 14:45:12 GMT -5
*His expression darkened.*
"Who?" *he snapped. He knew everyone from the area, and if it was a local, he could make sure they learned a lesson for hurting an innocent girl.* "Someone from around here?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 14:49:30 GMT -5
*She bit her lip.* Yes, it was J-Jacob Peterson.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 18:22:03 GMT -5
*His frown deepened.*
"They always were a bad lot. What happened?" *he asked, his concern showing through in his voice.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 18:27:59 GMT -5
((Dude, I'm so lazy. There's no way I'm typing it out. ;D ))
*She took a deep breath and told him the whole story, everything about the night before and then what Michael had told her about the night before that. When she was done, she looked up at him nervously, unsure of how he would react.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 18:42:04 GMT -5
*He listened to her story with a dark expression.*
"That boy has gotten out of hand," *he said, finally.* "I'll speak to your godmother about it, and I'll let the servants know that he's not to be allowed on the grounds."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 18:45:35 GMT -5
*She managed a small smile.* Thank you, Monsieur de Winter.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 16, 2007 18:47:57 GMT -5
"Not at all. Be more careful, next time, Miss Booth. People here may put on a mask of propriety, but underneath, they may be worse than the lowest criminal...."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 16, 2007 18:49:51 GMT -5
*She nodded, lowering her gaze demurely.* I understand.
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