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Post by Tybalt on Sept 2, 2008 20:47:39 GMT -5
"We were simply having a discussion," *he said, meeting Mercutio's eye with a glare that almost dared him to say a word.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 2, 2008 20:56:22 GMT -5
"It didn't sound like that to me," Meg insisted stubbornly. "But as long as I'm here, I might as well invite you to picnic with me. I can't very well eat all of this bread and cheese alone. I'd pop!"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 2, 2008 21:10:01 GMT -5
Mercutio sent a sidelong look to Tybalt, one eyebrow raised. He wasn't sure whether the invite had been issued to both of them or to Tybalt alone, but he would at least introduce himself to Tybalt's new flame. "Margaurite," he said. "What a lovely name. What a lovely gal. Bit of a mouthful, though. I've heard so very much about you; Tybalt has been waxing poetic for days."
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Post by Johanna on Sept 2, 2008 21:56:45 GMT -5
((We weren't really finished... oh well double usage!)) "You know what? Forget what's best for you, then. Follow your happiness and where your heart leads you." Christian gazed pointedly at the path leading from the nearly empty town square. *She merely took her manuscript back and gently placed both it and her book in her satchel, not making eye contact. What did he know of her life? He was just a stranger on a bench in Montmartre.* "It's nearly teatime, and Maman wants us to call on some acquaintances."
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 2:17:42 GMT -5
((I'll use the fork feature and move us elsewhere.))
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Post by Christian on Sept 4, 2008 0:15:28 GMT -5
((We weren't really finished... oh well double usage!)) "You know what? Forget what's best for you, then. Follow your happiness and where your heart leads you." Christian gazed pointedly at the path leading from the nearly empty town square. *She merely took her manuscript back and gently placed both it and her book in her satchel, not making eye contact. What did he know of her life? He was just a stranger on a bench in Montmartre.* "It's nearly teatime, and Maman wants us to call on some acquaintances." "Of course," Christian stated heartily, but his grin grew lopsided, contradicting itself and its owner. "Let me know if you... possibly change your mind." God, who am I kidding? She'll most probably avoid me as long as she lives. Well, there goes another failed attempt, he thought bitterly.
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Post by Johanna on Sept 4, 2008 7:46:24 GMT -5
*She sighed a little. He looked so sad all of a sudden.*
"You sound awfully more excited about the tea party than I am." *She said, with a hint of wry humor.*
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Post by Christian on Sept 6, 2008 0:13:46 GMT -5
"Well, that's because I'm excited for you, mademoiselle," Christian winked.
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Post by Johanna on Sept 6, 2008 6:39:20 GMT -5
*She turned a little pink when he winked at her, but regained her faculties and spoke.*
"Well at least someone's excited--then again, how could one not be simply brimming with exuberance at the prospect of taking tea with Her Grace the Duchess of Basingstoke-Grenville and her four sons? I for one am absolutely rapturous, and to think I shall get to meet her famous French bulldogs--all eighteen of them." *She said, with a half-hearted dryness that came out sounding like she was trying to convince herself.*
*She cringed. Duchess Basingstoke-Grenville's sons looked quite remarkably like her bulldogs, a coincidence which had never escaped Johanna.*
"I'd much rather be kidnapped by pirates."
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Post by Christian on Sept 7, 2008 0:10:34 GMT -5
A grimace distorted Christian's countenance.
"Eighteen bulldogs? Really? That's one too many dogs for my taste," he blanched.
Oh, but the girl seemed genuinely miserable. Christian wracked his brain for methods of consolation.
"It may not come quite as close--far from it, in fact--but what about a poet?" he suggested.
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Post by Johanna on Sept 7, 2008 0:12:17 GMT -5
*She frowned.*
"What are you talking about?"
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Post by Christian on Sept 7, 2008 0:21:41 GMT -5
The twinkle in Christian's eyes grew ever more visible.
"Kidnapped by a poet? Yes? No?" he grinned.
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Post by Johanna on Sept 7, 2008 0:22:46 GMT -5
*She had to stifle a gasp and smother a blush, but she extended a hand.*
"Kidnap away."
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Post by Christian on Sept 7, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
Christian, surprisingly, did not accept her outstretched hand.
"Oh, we should go out with more theatricality. And now if you don't mind, mademoiselle--"
In one fluid motion, he whisked Johanna off her feet and proceeded out of the town square amidst the various back-glances and whispers the two elicited.
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Post by Johanna on Sept 7, 2008 23:00:44 GMT -5
*She shrieked but then collapsed into giggles.*
"Oh, do put me down!"
*Of course she chose that moment to notice how very nice and strong his arms felt supporting her.*
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