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Post by Raoul on Mar 3, 2008 16:49:36 GMT -5
*Raoula looked up and over to him, curiously. She did not understand this man, but then she never had.*
"Is there something wrong?"
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Post by Erik on Mar 4, 2008 13:18:50 GMT -5
"Not at all," *Erik said lightly.* "You were most... accommodating."
*Now, how to get out of here without her seeing?*
"Erik hopes you were satisfied as well."
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Post by Raoul on Mar 4, 2008 16:26:21 GMT -5
((I'm mildly numb to the magnitude of what has occurred.))
*Raoula nodded, she felt pleasantly sore. Yawning, she rested her head against a pillow.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 4, 2008 16:34:08 GMT -5
((I know. Do you think it will hit later?))
*Erik ran an appreciative hand down her side. Well, at lest he hadn't lost the touch. Of mastery.*
"Then rest," *he said.* "You were not what Erik expected."
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Post by Raoul on Mar 4, 2008 16:41:56 GMT -5
*Raoula smiled a little as she drifted into sleep, she certainly was not.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 4, 2008 16:45:15 GMT -5
*When he breathing slowed into sleep, Erik rose and hastily departed. He'd done what he'd come here for--corrupt a friend/relative of the de Chagny family--and he had no interest in sticking around to be discovered.
Not just yet, anyway.*
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Post by Raoul on Mar 4, 2008 16:51:48 GMT -5
*Raoula slept on, until she was awakened by the sun. She rubbed her eyes, confusedly before the nights actions returned to her. Her eyes widened.*
"What have I done?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 24, 2008 6:48:59 GMT -5
*******************NEW DAY***************
*Philippe sat in a wicker chair idly flicking through the newpaper. He scrunched it up, there was no way he could concentrate. A maid entered with a tray of food. Nodding to her to put it down he enquired to the health of his guest. The maid was not sure, but she would attempt to discover and left, briefly glancing back with a puzzled expression on her face. The servants would think him a man of many passions, Philippe realised. But he was not. The woman who rested upstairs, he would be her friend but nothing more. He would have hope that she would return to him. Any other emotion was irrelevant.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 24, 2008 13:04:57 GMT -5
*The maid discovered, to her incredible surprise, that the house's latest guest was trying to hobble about the halls.*
"Miss! What are you doing? You should be in bed!"
*Sorelli shook her head*
"If I don't...stretch my legs, they'll never be the same. I can't lose dance...it's all I have left, I suspect."
That, and him.
*There was much cajoling and arguing as Sorelli slowly made her way along, somehow getting out of the maid Philippe's location. After more needling, she was able to persuade the woman to lead her to the conservatory.
She paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of the greenery and the man sitting in the midst of it*
"Hello." She said pleasantly.
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Post by Philippe on Mar 24, 2008 13:09:10 GMT -5
*Philippe glanced up and frowned.*
"And why are you out of bed?"
*He sifted the letter from a rather unsavory contact to the top of his pile. The husband had 'disappeared' it seemed. Though, it seemed likely that it was suicide. Or so said the Inspector of the Paris Police, a personal friend. He gestured to a chair.*
"Sit down, I have some news."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 24, 2008 13:25:57 GMT -5
"I need excercise, my dear man."
*Moving very carefully, she sat near him, still feeling every ache and pain but determined to push ahead. She would not let it slow her down*
"News? What sort of news?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 24, 2008 13:29:05 GMT -5
"Of your husband."
*He glanced up at her, his expression carefully guarded.*
"He is dead."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 24, 2008 13:33:43 GMT -5
*She had gotten halfway to standing when her hurts interfered, and she slowly sank back down into the chair, gripping the handrest hard*
"How...how did it happen?" She choked.
He only expression was shock. Though she felt like she wanted to cry, she found that she couldn't muster it, and wondered if that made her a bad person or not*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 24, 2008 13:39:03 GMT -5
"They say that he jumped into a river and drowned."
*Philippe's voice held a level of blankness that was unusual.*
"There will no further investigations."
*Carefully he folded the letter back together and placed it with the other papers. Looking back up at her he remarked, somewhat dryly.*
"I am sorry for your loss."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 24, 2008 13:42:37 GMT -5
"Drowned." She muttered.
She thought of all the years she'd spent as his wife, all the times they'd shared and the laughs, and tears. But nothing had ever given any indication that he was capable of what had happened so recently. That he could do that, out of the blue, and so horribly.
Perhaps it was best she hadn't had children with Lawrence. What if he'd taken it out on one of them?
She sighed, slowly loosening her grip on the chair*
"I...thank you. There is so much good but the reason horror is so fresh...it jumbles in my head. Part of me mourns, but part of me...I'm terrible...I'm not sorry."
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