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Post by Micaela on Apr 2, 2008 13:51:05 GMT -5
*Micaela stood on the cliffs, a good twenty feet away from the edge, but nonetheless looking anxious and pale. She was happy for Megan, and excited for the wedding.... but she knew she was sick. Her hands, feet, and even her face were puffing up with the rises in blood pressure, and she was feeling more and more tired every day. She rested a hand on her abdomen, feeling the baby kick, and smiling bitterly. The baby that she so desperately wanted was what was making her sick; the only way to get better was to get rid of the baby. And chances are, to save her life, they'd have to sacrifice the child's by inducing the labor early.*
*One tear slid down her cheek before she hastily wiped it away and kept staring across the grey sea.*
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Post by Tony on May 2, 2008 18:49:41 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Tony sat on the grassy clifftop, twirling a daisy between his fingers as he stared out at the horizon. It would be so easy--to throw himself off...he would see her again...even if only briefly...*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 18:55:02 GMT -5
*Soon, up bounded a huge Irish Wolfhound who promptly pinned Tony and began licking his face, barking loudly.*
"MAC! MAC YOU MANGY MUTT OF A DOG GET BACK HERE!" *Came a feminine voice from behind a knoll. Its source couldn't be discerned, but within a few seconds the de Winter heiress appeared, her white dress somewhat grass-stained and her hair mussed.*
"MA..." *Then she squeaked, realizing there was a person there and realizing she didn't recognize him.*
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Post by Tony on May 2, 2008 18:58:06 GMT -5
*Tony, though taken by surprise, easily held the dog back at arm's length with graceful strength.*
"This your dog?" *he called flatly to the girl.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 19:01:26 GMT -5
"Erm... yes." *She said, scuttling forward and grabbing Mac's collar to pull him back. He was probably a friend of Liam's; though she wondered why she hadn't been told they'd been expecting a visitor.*
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Post by Tony on May 2, 2008 19:03:28 GMT -5
"Wolfhound, is he?"
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 19:04:57 GMT -5
"Yes. Irish Wolfhound; my mother raises them."
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Post by Tony on May 2, 2008 19:16:50 GMT -5
"Ah."
*He turned his gaze back to the sea, his mind occupied.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 19:17:40 GMT -5
"Erm... this may sound... that is, not to be rude, but..." *She coughed* "Who are you?"
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Post by Tony on May 3, 2008 2:34:34 GMT -5
((HOGAWD SHE'S AN INFANT! *squick*squick*squick*))
"Anthony Blakeney," *he said shortly.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 3, 2008 10:23:26 GMT -5
((There, fixed. She was running around with Susan-the-governess and it looked stupid with Austen!Heroine!Ellie.))
"Oh." *So he was one of Liam's friends. She coughed awkwardly.*
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Post by Tony on May 3, 2008 10:24:45 GMT -5
*He squinted at her. Clearly she wasn't going to leave him alone so he could suicide in peace.*
"...you live around here?"
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 3, 2008 10:26:37 GMT -5
"I'm Ellie de Winter." *She said, with a note of youthful, innocent pride.* "So yes."
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Post by Tony on May 3, 2008 10:29:56 GMT -5
"You're Liam's sister, then?" *he said, giving her a once-over with a glance.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 3, 2008 10:33:21 GMT -5
"Yes. And you're one of his friends, I assume?" *She replied, giving him the once-over back.*
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