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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 16:10:20 GMT -5
*Vianne had turned her face into the pillow and now she turned back with a sleepy grimace.*
"What on earth's the matt--"
*Cold realization hit her like a fist of steel as she realized the man abed beside her was not her husband. A single, terrified scream escaped her before she leapt from under the covers and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.*
Oh my God. Oh my GOD. What have I done?
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Post by Magda on Jul 30, 2007 16:12:55 GMT -5
((*Whomp-whomp-whoooooomp!*))
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 17:08:49 GMT -5
*On instinct, Erik raced to the door, pounding on it madly.*
"Madame, explain yourself! What...?"
*Through his headache, he began to recall things he really would have been better off not.
He'd slept with Madame Giry. In Christine's bed. After, no less, rescuing her from a man who'd sold her for a handful of coin.
He slid against the closed door to the floor, his hand remaining on the handle, his new, perfect face pressed against the wood.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 17:15:33 GMT -5
*Vianne sat curled in a ball with her back pressed against the door, shaking violently.*
"Leave me alone! Just...leave me! Please."
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 17:20:42 GMT -5
*He attempted to pull himself together.*
"Madame, I cannot." *He hated how shaky his voice sounded.* "If you were to do yourself harm, I must blame myself."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 17:30:25 GMT -5
"What harm has not already been done?" *she cried.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 17:40:13 GMT -5
*Erik frowned through his befuddlement.*
"Why, to your person. To your... health."
*He leaned back and casually bashed his head against the door, as if the physical pain could drown the mental anguish of betraying his closest (only) friend. It did clear one thing; she would not come out while he was here. Especially naked. He rose unsteadily to his feet and grabbed at his shirt and trousers.*
"I am leaving, Madame. I shan't trouble you anymore. I..."
*There was nothing more to say. He buttoned his shirt unevenly and lurched out of the bedroom.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 17:59:09 GMT -5
*Vianne waited a good twenty minutes in silence before she unlocked the door and peered hesitantly into the room. Empty. She crept towards the bed and managed to locate the nightgown she'd had on the night before, relatively unrumpled. She went back to the bathroom and drew a hot bath, intent on scrubbing her skin raw rather than drowning herself, this time.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 30, 2007 18:01:06 GMT -5
Megan finally came wandering out of the main bedchamber, last night's mascara smeared and her hair a disaster.
"Wow. What the hell happened last night? I seem to remember a unicorn, but not much-"
She couldn't find either of them.
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