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Post by Tony on Jul 16, 2008 4:50:44 GMT -5
*He was covered in blood not entirely his own, but he didn't care. Rage still smouldered in his brown eyes as he stalked away from the stables. He'd planned to go riding, as usual, but when he'd caught a stablehand jeering at a pin-up of a girl with black hair...a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to--
Well. He would not have stopped himself, even if he'd wanted to.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jul 16, 2008 4:53:53 GMT -5
*Ellie, in her riding clothes (pants stolen from her now-absent brother and a plain white shirt), was heading down to the stables to ride when she got distracted. Because, well, a bloody, six-foot-tall man who looked like he was about to go kill someone wasn't exactly ignorable.*
*She blinked at him, somewhere between worried for a fellow human being and wary of his black mood.*
"Dear God, what happened to you?"
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Post by Tony on Jul 16, 2008 4:59:29 GMT -5
"The unavoidable," *he spat.* "You'd do better to curb the immorality I find rife amongst your servants, Miss de Winter."
*He turned to continue walking.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jul 16, 2008 5:03:50 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"Well you don't have to be such a douchebag so dramatic about it. It and everything else." *She muttered, half to herself, unable to resist saying something. He was always so god-damn theatrically angsty about everything.*
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Post by Tony on Jul 16, 2008 5:07:59 GMT -5
*He smiled, but there was no humour behind it.*
"Naïvete, though said to be charming in polite company, will give you no credit in the real world, ma'amselle. What you call drama is merely realism. I regret that the world will never entirely meet with your approval in that respect," *he said, shaking his head and continuing on his way.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jul 16, 2008 5:12:59 GMT -5
"Jumping off of a cliff? That doesn't exactly qualify as realism." *She snapped, hating the way that he made her feel insignificant.*
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Post by Tony on Jul 16, 2008 5:17:10 GMT -5
*Tony ignored her and kept walking.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jul 16, 2008 5:24:45 GMT -5
"I'm quite aware that the stablehands have hormones, Mr. Blakeney; that's no reason to go after any of them. They're young men, and not everyone can be held to the moral standards of a hermit monk." *She called sourly, before turning to head off for her ride.*
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