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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 19:03:16 GMT -5
*Micaela stormed across the freezing, snowy lawn, not caring that she had forgotten her coat, or that she could overtire herself. She was pissed, and she could not, would not stay in that damned house. She found herself at the crypt gate. She ripped it open, not noticing that she was already shivering. She stormed in, past the older, more ornate stones that marked the graves of Maxim's ancestors, as well as her child's. She stopped at a simple, plain, cornish-granite plaque, the plaque behind which Maxim's first wife rested except not really 'cause it wasn't her body and her body was at the bottom of the bay.*
*She glared at the stone, angry tears streaming down her face, as if somehow she could intimidate a piece of granite. All it read was Rebecca de Winter, Mistress of Manderley, and it was a simple plaque. Not nearly as ornate as some of the older ones. Some of them were so old that they were becoming worn and unreadable.*
"God damn you." *She ground out.* "GOD! DAMN! YOU!" *She cried, pounding her fist against the headstone with each word.* "Why can't you just leave us alone, Rebecca, WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE!?" *She was screaming at a piece of rock. She knew that she would look crazy if there was anyone to see that she was crying tears of bitter hate for a woman that she had never met and resting her forehead against the stone, sinking to the ground, sobbing.*
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Dec 30, 2007 19:19:17 GMT -5
*Mrs. Danvers appeared behind Micaela, a triumphant half-smile on her face. She glanced at the headstone, as if meeting the eyes of a person. After a moment, she cleared her throat, making herself known to Micaela.*
"Madam, I noticed that you left the house in such a hurry, that you neglected to pick up a coat. It would be terrible for you to become ill in your... delicate condition."
*Her tone was neutral, but there was a definate undertone of malice in her voice.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 19:23:09 GMT -5
*Micaela stood slowly and turned around swiftly. Her eyes were nearly glowing with rage.*
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Danvers." *She said, but there was no hint of gratitude in her voice.*
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Dec 30, 2007 19:33:26 GMT -5
"I took the liberty of taking one for you," *she said holding out a coat that was most definately not Micaela's. She was aware of this,of course.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 19:38:29 GMT -5
*Her eyes sparked with rage and she nodded dismissively.*
"I'm fine, thank you." *She said coldly. She turned to go.*
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Dec 30, 2007 19:54:34 GMT -5
"I see you came to visit Mrs. de Winter's grave," *she said without moving, that triumphant smirk never leaving her lips.*
"I heard raised voices from the drawing room. Is everything all right? My lady never quarreled with Mr. de Winter."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 19:57:58 GMT -5
"Of course she didn't. She was absolutely perfect, their marriage was perfect, everything was just PERFECT!" *She cried, turning around after having stormed out of the crypt into the snow.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 20:01:45 GMT -5
*From the wash-house (which was near the cemetery? ) Kathy saw Mrs. de Winter walking quickly across the snow. She ducked out of the outbuilding and went towards her.* "Ye ought not to be out in such a thin gown, Missus," *she said with concern, taking off her thick, rough shawl and wrapping it around Michaela's shoulders.* "What were ye doin'?" *she asked before she recalled that it was not her place to ask. She turned pink and her voice became soft.* "...ye...ye seem upset. There is somethin' troublin' ye, Missus de Winter?"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:02:56 GMT -5
"I'm fine, Kathy, thank you. No need for the shawl." *She handed it back to Kathy.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 20:04:13 GMT -5
*Kathy nodded, realizing she'd said too much. She took back the shawl and bobbed a curtsy.*
"'Twas not me place, Missus de Winter. Excuse me..."
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Dec 30, 2007 20:06:32 GMT -5
*She let out a dark chuckle at Micaela's retreating figure. She approached Rebecca's headstone, and ran a hand over the cold stone- almost like a lover's caress. She murmured something in hushed tones, when a voice from across the lawn disturbed her.
She glanced up, seeing one of many maids go up to the girl, and scowled. She began to head back across the lawn herself, in the direction of the house.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 20:07:28 GMT -5
*Seeing Mrs. Danvers approach, Kathy bowed her head and turned to scurry back to the laundry house.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:09:00 GMT -5
*Micaela gave Mrs. Danvers a scorchingly angry glare and stalked back to her room.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 20:10:12 GMT -5
*Back in the laundry-house, where the air was hot and damp from the boilers and washers, Kathy still shivered.*
There's something not right with that Danvers woman.
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Post by Mrs. Danvers on Dec 30, 2007 20:13:25 GMT -5
*Mrs. Danvers did not acknowledge Micaela's glare- she only kept walking toward the house, arriving a minute or so behind Micaela. Upon arriving at the house, she walked directly to the West wing- to make sure her lady's room was all in order.*
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