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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 21:05:45 GMT -5
*But now she was distracted by her book and didn't hear him as she flicked to the next page, reading at a fast pace. Reading had always been her escape, and so she'd learned to tune the whole world out when she read.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 12, 2008 21:09:50 GMT -5
"I'll be back later." He mumbled, pretty sure she wouldn't even hear him. And then, he was out. *
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 21:11:56 GMT -5
*She managed to actually put the book down and change into a nightgown before turning off the lights and falling asleep at a sensible hour.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 19, 2008 18:02:03 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*It was early morning; Daniel had returned at the usual hour; and he was sleeping. Marianne was awake and, once dressed, grabbed a scrap of paper to leave a note:*
Daniel-
I'll be working late tonight, so I won't be back until after you're gone.
-Marianne
*But little did she know she wouldn't be returning anytime close to when expected.*
*With that, the left, her bag over her shoulder.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 18:14:19 GMT -5
*He woke not long after true sunset, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up. Marianne wasn't about like she usually was, and it was with an air of amusement that he got dressed. Rather funny, that they'd fallen into enough of a routine that he'd come to expect her being there at certain hours. It wasn't until he was about to leave for the hunt that he saw her note. Well, there was why she wasn't about. The evening went as it usually did, a fact that left him rather bored. So it was that he returned to find...no Marianne. Considering the hour, it was strange for her to be gone...when it became even later, and she still wasn't back, he realized he'd have to go look for her. With a bit of annoyance (and, though he'd never admit it, a small touch of concern) he left to find where she'd gotten off to. *
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 22:44:11 GMT -5
**LATERS**
*He came back in record time, easily closing the door even with the girl in his arms. He wasted no time in placing her on the bed, in a way that didn't jostle her broken arm*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 19, 2008 22:46:39 GMT -5
*Her eyes had long since opened, and she stared straight ahead, unseeing. She blinked when necessary, and breathed, but anyone could have mistaken her for comatose.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 22:53:18 GMT -5
*Well, that couldn't be good.
He leaned over her, trying to meet her eyes*
"Marianne," he said firmly.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 19, 2008 22:58:06 GMT -5
"What?" *She asked flatly, looking to the side to avoid looking him in the eyes.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 23:19:50 GMT -5
"Sweetheart..."
*He lightly touched her uninjured arm, the contact bordering on a caress*
"You need a doctor."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 19, 2008 23:21:26 GMT -5
*She would have been creeped out, if she hadn't been so tired.*
"All I need is s..."
*Then she tried to move the arm and hissed in pain.*
"Maybe that's a good idea."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 23:23:26 GMT -5
"I can fetch one--I'll be back shortly."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 19, 2008 23:30:42 GMT -5
*She nodded, cradling the arms. Wishing she could sleep, she couldn't, and so she stared and blinked, examining the ceiling. It would be so nice just to fall into blackness...*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 23:35:03 GMT -5
*Daniel was back, relatively speaking, in a flash. The man he all but dragged in with him was looking around wildly, as though trying to find an escape route. Daniel shoved him in Marianne's direction*
"Just take care of her, and you can go."
*The man looked as though he was going to protest, then thought better when got a better glimpse of Daniel's blood-spattered appearance. He went to work quickly*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 8:51:02 GMT -5
*Marianne was helped to sit up and, in not too long a period of time, was in a cast that prevented her from moving either her elbow or wrist, keeping the broken bones in place where they should be. The man gave her a sling to carry it in and left behind a few painkillers before hightailing it out of there.*
*Bruises had appeared on the lower half of her face where Auguste had grabbed it to throw her down, and there were still dark circles under her eyes--which were still looking hollow. The pinprick-size place where he'd threatened to knife her, as well as where the blood had been dragged or dripped, had dried--leaving a red-brown mess all over the right side of her face. There would, in all likelihood, be a small scar right at the top of her cheekbone, adjacent to her ear.*
*And yet despite the bruising and the cast and the cut and the pallor and empty gaze, it could not be denied that she was beautiful, like a broken china doll.*
"Would you bring me Hamlet, please?" *She asked of Daniel, once the man was gone.*
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