Monique
- In the Duggins -
Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Feb 29, 2008 15:50:22 GMT -5
*Jake huddled in the rowboat, wishing she could get warm. She hadn't been warm since her father died. A tear came to her emerald eyes when she thought about him. Poor papa! All he'd ever wanted was to wear his kilt to her wedding. And now he was dead, and she'd runaway, and she'd probably never ever be married ever.
Who would ever want a scrawny, buxom, redheaded orphan who looked like an 11 year old boy?*
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Post by Gerik on Feb 29, 2008 15:59:26 GMT -5
A massive shadow suddenly loomed over Jake's tiny form, which was impressive considering the caster of the shadow was standing quite a ways from the boat. He was just that big. The shadowy figure put its muscular arms on its hips in a way that was not at all feminine. "What are you doing in my lair?" it boomed.
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Monique
- In the Duggins -
Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Feb 29, 2008 16:19:28 GMT -5
*Jake gazed up at the massive man with the arresting green eyes (which she could see in the dark, of course).*
"It doesn't look like a lair," *she said sullenly.* "It looks like a basement."
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Post by Gerik on Feb 29, 2008 16:29:30 GMT -5
"It is a lair!" he snarled, his heavy cape swirling around him hypnotically as he strode closer to loom over the boy. He couldn't be more than 11, a tiny, under-developed (even for an 11-year-old boy) thing. The difference in their stature would have been laughable if the scene hadn't been so incredibly serious and frightening.
Now the man stood directly over the child, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How did you get down here?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 16:50:33 GMT -5
((Why are you seeking a rubbish disposal unit?))
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Post by Gerik on Feb 29, 2008 16:55:42 GMT -5
((Because that's what she does in the book. Notice the list of incorrect words.))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 16:57:31 GMT -5
((Oh right.))
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Feb 29, 2008 19:01:52 GMT -5
((If the malapropisms don't work, I'll stop.))
*Jake was struck by the bulging muscles of the man, and wished, for once, she could be at the complete mercy of such a man instead of having to keep up this charade. It was for her own safety, she knew that. But something in this man's eyes told her he might understand, someday. He looked like he had secrets of his own. Painful ones, that only she would ever fully understand.*
"I walked," *she said instead, staring up at him defiantly.* "It ain't like there's even a door. I don't see why it's your layer as opposed to anyone else's. I needed somewhere to go."
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Post by Gerik on Mar 1, 2008 18:17:18 GMT -5
The man was silent, but it was a heavy, dangerous silence. The sort of silence no one would dare break before he did.
He looked down into the boy's eyes, sensing something there that he couldn't quite name. There was a sadness, a pain in them. The man couldn't help feeling the hint of a connection between them, thought he quickly shut it out. There couldn't be a connection between them. That would be slash. There would never be a connection between himself and any other person ever again, he was quite sure of that.
After a very long moment, the man stepped slowly into a shaft of light, revealing himself to the boy inches at a time like that scene in Beauty and the Beast. Finally, his full body was visible: Gerik stood before the boy, his tall, lean-but-muscled frame the very physical embodiment of power, danger and sexual magnetism.
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Monique
- In the Duggins -
Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 2, 2008 19:43:06 GMT -5
((*giggle* You said "shaft."))
*Jake's breath caught at the man's shear size. The mask did nothing to lesson the fearful symmetry of that face. But she was a boy! She had to remember that.
Oh, and she also hated men. Hadn't she run away from one, only to find herself here? Where could she go to be alone, if not the dank, humorless sellers of the burned-out shell of the Opera?
She was seized with a sudden fright. Was this, perhaps, the very man the papers warned about? He wore a mask!
Jake rose slowly, revealing... the slim figure of an 11 year old boy. Nothing so grand or arresting. But she thought it showed a certain unwillingness to be intimidated she admired in herself.*
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Post by Gerik on Mar 4, 2008 20:41:02 GMT -5
((And then I followed that by saying he revealed himself inch by inch...))
Gerik cocked an eyebrow, darkly amused by the boy's show of bravery. Perhaps this one should be played with before killed, though obviously not in a pedophillic way.
"Your name, boy?" he growled.
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 4, 2008 21:02:45 GMT -5
((Haha! Cock!))
"Jake," *she said reluctantly yet defiantly, wondering if this giant slab of manliness was a pedophile. If he preferred the attentions of little boys, her ruse was for not. At least until he found the proof of her abundant womanhood under her boys' clothes.*
"What's your name?"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 4, 2008 21:16:43 GMT -5
"Gerik," he responded, shocking even himself. What exactly had posessed him to give that bit of information to this boy? He shook his head and re-focused. "You needed somewhere to go and you chose the cellars of an opera house?" He snorted derisively, as if he hadn't done the same thing all those years ago.
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 5, 2008 14:11:56 GMT -5
"Ain't supposed to be no one down here," *Jake said.* "So yeah, I thought it was a pretty good idea. What're you doing here?"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 5, 2008 18:26:24 GMT -5
"That is none of your concern!" he barked. Suddenly it occurred to him that this boy might have been brought down here by Madame Giry as well. "You came alone?"
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