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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 13:46:08 GMT -5
"It was..."
The best and worst time of my life.
"...interesting."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 15:23:15 GMT -5
*She wanted to say more, but didn't know how--she didn't really interact with very many people, and the few she knew were family in the main. Plus...cute boy.*
"I've seen...er, spirits, before." She said awkwardly.
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 15:35:20 GMT -5
"...I am flesh and blood as you, mademoiselle..." *he said quietly.*
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -5
*She blushed*
"Oh, no, I didn't mean you were a spirit...you're definitely of the living..."
*She stopped, realizing she was verging toward babble*
"Sorry. You don't need me chattering your ear off."
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 18:45:58 GMT -5
*Too late, for his hand had clamped upon her small wrist. There was too much about this girl that struck him as...something outside of the norm.*
"How would you know?" *he asked darkly, his eyes searching her face.*
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 18:49:00 GMT -5
Shit shit shit shit
*She tried to pull her wrist out of his grip*
"Well, I can tell when someone is a spirit and you're not one!" She said feebly.
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 19:06:09 GMT -5
*His grip tightened with bruising force.*
"That is not an answer to my question, mademoiselle."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 19:09:26 GMT -5
"You're hurting me!"
*She pulled harder, any other thoughts out the door but putting distance between them*
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 19:13:45 GMT -5
"And you are evading," *he said simply, pulling her easily nearer, making it clear that he did not intend to release her without a proper answer.*
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 19:18:57 GMT -5
*She shook her head. He was going to push the issue, and she couldn't teleport while he held her wrist--she'd wind up taking him with her*
"I just have this ability. I can tell...sense, I guess...when someone has had a brush with death. If they've died or almost died. Happy now?"
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 19:25:18 GMT -5
If only.
"And how did you come by such an extraordinary gift, mademoiselle?"
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 19:31:15 GMT -5
"How should I know? Do psychics know how or why they're psychic?"
*She was getting exasperated with him...and almost starting to wish her father would show up and halt this conversation*
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 19:34:15 GMT -5
((...man, the actor who plays Darcy looks disconcertingly like Heath, so now I'm all channeling Darcy!rage into things...))
"You do know," *he said keenly.* "Or you would not struggle to hide it so..."
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Post by Treszka on Sept 19, 2008 19:36:35 GMT -5
((*Fans self*))
"Stop." She hissed. "Just stop. Don't push me."
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Post by Tony on Sept 19, 2008 20:00:25 GMT -5
"You came to me."
"I have not the time nor the inclination to make genteel attempts to coddle a lady's delicacy," *he said.* "Modern thinkers would encourage one to deal with either sex with equal frankness and resolve. If you wish to be treated as a docile damsel of the past, believe you me I will not scruple to give you the back of my hand as you this moment so richly deserve for your lies. If you had rather I assume you have the workings of a proper brain, equal to any man, I await your honourable explanation of your motives and knowledge of these matters of death."
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