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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 17:40:37 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 17:40:37 GMT -5
*Now a good distance away from the ballroom, Pina leaned against the wall in a deserted hallway. She was completely lost, but that was not the problem occupying her mind right now.
Was she really so hideous that people would faint at the sight of her? Richard had made her think otherwise, but that certainly wasn't true...*
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 17:50:07 GMT -5
Post by Mrs. Danvers on Apr 21, 2008 17:50:07 GMT -5
"Psst!"
A woman leaned around the corner and waved a hand at her.
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 17:53:44 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 17:53:44 GMT -5
*She looked over, cringing a bit. When the woman didn't cower in fear or anything, Pina went a bit closer.*
"Yes?"
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 17:55:44 GMT -5
Post by Mrs. Danvers on Apr 21, 2008 17:55:44 GMT -5
"Oh, look at you. You're drenched..."
She held out a blanket.
"I saw everything. How dare they..."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 17:59:32 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 17:59:32 GMT -5
*She took the blanket and draped it over herself gratefully.*
"Thank you."
*She didn't know who this woman was- she assumed some sort of maid- but she was being kind, which was a nice change from the general party goers.*
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
Post by Erik on Apr 21, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
*Erik, "haunting" Manderley as well as the Opera these days, arrived at the ball room in time to hear the hushed conversations of the partygoers, their evening "ruined" by the apparition that had entered from the storm outside.
Erik knew just who that ghost had been, and he ached for his poor girl. He could not comfort her. But he could find her. He flew, bodiless, through the large house, thinking only of the aid he could not give.*
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:05:43 GMT -5
Post by Mrs. Danvers on Apr 21, 2008 18:05:43 GMT -5
She put a protective arm around Pina's shoulders and led her away from the party, muttering things as she went.
"Idiots, all of them... poor child... Mudbloods and blood traitors..."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:28:44 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 18:28:44 GMT -5
"I'll be okay," *she said, shaking her head.* "I should get used to it, I guess."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:37:21 GMT -5
Post by Mrs. Danvers on Apr 21, 2008 18:37:21 GMT -5
"They had no right," Mrs Danvers repeated.
She stopped and took Pina's face in her hands, giving her a tragic look as she did so.
"Oh, my lady..."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:40:29 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 18:40:29 GMT -5
*She gave her a cringing smile, not liking being fussed over so.*
"Er..."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:46:06 GMT -5
Post by Mrs. Danvers on Apr 21, 2008 18:46:06 GMT -5
"Come with me."
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Fleeing
Apr 21, 2008 18:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Pina on Apr 21, 2008 18:47:58 GMT -5
*Pina nodded and followed her. It wasn't as if she had much choice; she had no idea where she was in the house, and everyone else seemed to be terrified of her.*
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