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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 17:48:56 GMT -5
*A man clad in black holding a small white envelope knocked at the door.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 17:55:01 GMT -5
*Her husband being out (as it seemed he so often was), a servant fetched Johanna.*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 17:56:32 GMT -5
"I've a message for the Comtesse." *He said gruffly, and only handed it over once she was there. The was seal was unstamped, but the paper was thick and edged in gold-leaf, meaning it was from a writer of some means. After having handed it, the man left.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 17:58:24 GMT -5
*Johanna took the note, wondering- her husband would have told her of anything important, Jess and Christine wouldn't write on such expensive paper, Jack probably couldn't remember how to write...*
Raoul!
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 18:00:40 GMT -5
*Within was a small, unaddressed, unsigned note that was only one line. It was in black ink, and purposeful, but elegant, male handwriting.*
Eight PM. Saturday. The garden- you know which one.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jul 22, 2008 18:02:07 GMT -5
*Johanna turned pale- she couldn't do this! How could he ask her to?
She looked back at the note.*
I won't do anything...but I need to get out of here, just for one night.
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