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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 16:22:21 GMT -5
*Erik frowned invisibly. Where was the line between foolish hope and senseless surrender? He clenched his fists, turned, marched into his room to retrieve the pasteboard nose, and returned, sitting without another word.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 16:26:39 GMT -5
Megan wilted slightly at this rather obvious display.
"Forget it," she sighed. "I can tell when I'm not wanted."
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 16:56:04 GMT -5
*Erik suppressed a shout and held the false nose out to Megan at arm's length.*
"You were not wanted to begin with," *he snapped.* "But since you're here, you might as well be useful."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 17:01:28 GMT -5
Megan took the nose from him, her shoulders slumping.
He really hates me, doesn't he? ((Honey, he's Erik. Erik hates EVERYBODY.))
"Okay. Did you want... a wig? It might hide the seam on the forehead..."
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 17:13:20 GMT -5
"What is wrong with Erik's hair?" *he demanded, frowning hideously.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 17:18:36 GMT -5
Megan stared at him, trying to keep her mouth from not dropping open, a task at which she failed quite robustly. After a brief squeak of a laugh, she forced herself to turn around and clamped a hand over her mouth.
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 17:41:13 GMT -5
"You are doubtless marvelling at Erik's strange quirk of good fortune, possessing such magnificent hair," *he said stiffly. But her reaction was... suspicious.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 17:50:48 GMT -5
"Oh, damn..." Megan muttered under her breath, trying for composure. She herself had been blessed with sometimes almost inconveniently thick and long hair that broke elastics and ate bobby pins on a regular basis, so she really had no idea if one could feel a lack of hair, but just the cold air touching her part felt obvious, so certainly he was playing around, right?
"You're joking, right?" she finally sputtered as she turned around.
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 17:52:43 GMT -5
"Erik does not joke," *he said. Though in actuality, it was patently untrue. And he knew it.* "And he will not sit still to be an object of ridicule in whatever game you are playing."
*He stood.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -5
"You mean- you mean you really can't- you can't-"
She looked at him with a kind of awestruck pity.
"You really haven't looked in a mirror lately, have you?" she said sadly.
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 18:01:34 GMT -5
"If you're about to say something Erik will regret, rest assured, you will regret it too."
*He folded his arms across his chest.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 18:07:23 GMT -5
Megan took a deep breath, weighed her options, and said finally, "Well, regardless of the state of your hair ((or lack thereof)), the false face will go back to about here."
She touched the center of the part in her own hair.
"It will cover the... front of your own hair, so a wig will help the effect. Especially if it's the kind with lacing in the front. That makes the hairline look more realistic."
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2007 18:43:10 GMT -5
"Oh," *he said, allowing his delusion to prevail.* "Erik had not thought of being so... covered." *There was a pause.* "Except for his mask, that is. And... his hat."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 8, 2007 18:47:09 GMT -5
"Well, if you want it to look right..."
Megan looked imploringly at him.
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Post by de Chenevier on May 8, 2007 19:48:25 GMT -5
*Blanchette stalked in and meowed quite loudly. Someone was putting... well, she wasn't quite sure what... on Erik's face. (she had picked up that his name was erik.) Having gained nothing from the kitchens where she had been hiding out the past few days, she was back and quite hungry. She leapt into Erik's lap and meowed again.*
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