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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 16, 2008 14:20:58 GMT -5
*His Grace Sir Samuel Vimes stood uncomfortably in the corner. He hated these events, including the very fact that he was obligated to go to them. Still, at least the appetizers were good. And if he hadn't been on the wagon, he was sure he would have liked the wine* *Darcy raised his glass to Vimes. The man seemed sensible enough. Worth the acknowledgment, anyway.*
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Prince
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(Formerly Known As the Artist Formerly Known As Prince.)
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Post by Prince on Feb 16, 2008 14:32:19 GMT -5
*Prince tried not to show he was hurt by La Sorelli's obvious excuses.*
"N0† s0 |i†he$0me af†er a||," *he sniffed. He turned back to Scarlett.* "Mi$$ 0'Hara. A gam3 0f 1 0n 1 i† i$ †hen."
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 16, 2008 14:39:12 GMT -5
*Sorelli didn't like his use of the word 'lithesome', and promptly moved as far away as possible (being discreet about it, of course) *
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 17, 2008 0:43:19 GMT -5
*"1 0n 1" sounded sort of dirty, but Scarlett wasn't sure why exactly. Still... she was really tired of being a widow.*
"Very well," *she said, only the flash of her green eyes in her smooth countenance betraying her latent competitive spirit,* "how does one 'basketball'?"
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Prince
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(Formerly Known As the Artist Formerly Known As Prince.)
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Post by Prince on Feb 17, 2008 21:30:21 GMT -5
*Prince produced his rhinestone duffelbag.*
"I hav3 a rhin3$†0ne duffe|bag."
*He unzipped it and produced a basketball.*
"I have a ba$ke†ba||.
"N0w. I wi|| †e|| y0u †he ru|e$."
*He told her the rules.*
"Any que$†i0n$?"
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Post by Rochester on Feb 19, 2008 7:08:13 GMT -5
*Ah, yes. How he'd forgotten how marvelous life could be. Rochester was all grins as he made his way into the grand room (fashionably late, of course) with Shadi on his arm. He turned to her, brow peaked as he whispered.*
"Now isn't this better? Like the day we met, darling."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 19, 2008 12:10:26 GMT -5
"N0w. I wi|| †e|| y0u †he ru|e$." *He told her the rules.* "Any que$†i0n$?" *Scarlett had about a million questions, but it seemed rude to ask them at this juncture. One didn't ask how to dance the Virginia Reel. One was expected to know. Perhaps this was some Parisian custom, her ignorance of which might point her out as a hapless rube.* "No," *she said, tossing her hair.* "I'm ready."
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Post by Shadi on Feb 19, 2008 12:32:19 GMT -5
*Shadi grinned.*
"That was fun, wasn't it?" *she laughed.* "Oh, Nadir was angry!"
*She gazed around the assembled crowed. She knew she'd never "belong" here, but it was interesting, certainly.*
"Do you suppose they're all talking about us?"
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Prince
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Post by Prince on Feb 19, 2008 19:46:18 GMT -5
"A|| righ†. Y0u can $tar† a$ defen$e. †he ba$ke† y0u're head3d 4 i$ †ha† †ape$†ry. Min3 i$ †he $conce."
*He pointed to opposite sides of the room. Then he tossed her the ball.*
"N0w w3 p|ay."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 20, 2008 11:02:39 GMT -5
((Scones?))
*Scarlett tried to hold all the rules in her head. As he'd explained them, she'd started to wonder if this was truly appropriate. But she couldn't very well back out now.
Hiking her muslin gown in her left hand--gathering it to the side more than hiking it, really--she started dribbling with her right. She was a bit clumsy at it.
Stupid corset.*
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Post by Rochester on Feb 20, 2008 19:12:08 GMT -5
*Rochester watched the crowd with an intrigued eyebrow perfectly accentuating a dimple.*
"Somehow, darling...I think that they might not have noticed us just as of yet."
*He kissed her forehead softly.*
"Don't fret...they'll be on you like flies to honey in no time. All eager for a piece."
A piece of a heart that's mine.
*He smiled privately.*
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Post by Shadi on Feb 20, 2008 19:18:14 GMT -5
"Sound sticky," *she said, then noticed a man off to the side gazing at her with narrowed, catlike eyes. He nodded slowly. She jerked her head Valmont's direction.*
"Who's that?"
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Post by Rochester on Feb 20, 2008 23:14:58 GMT -5
*Rochester leaned closer, that he might follow her line of sight.*
"Ah..." *He said knowingly.*
"Vicomte Sébastien de Valmont. Very choice. Very choosy. Delicious specimen, but careful what you wish for when it comes to him. He feels for no one but himself."
And I don't want to see you hurt.
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Post by Shadi on Feb 21, 2008 10:33:30 GMT -5
"He looks as if... as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy!"
*Shadi wrinkled her nose at Rochester and then grinned up at him.*
"He's not you," *she said, as if that explained something.* "You always feel, don't you, Rochester?"
*Her eyes darkened.*
"I've had the other sort before."
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Post by Rochester on Feb 22, 2008 7:55:14 GMT -5
((*giggles*))
Of course I do. Well...kind of.
*Rochester managed a rakish smile, taking her hand and caressing its young flesh as he tried to distract himself from the thought of her with other men.*
"There now, darling...would you like some punch?"
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