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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 7:54:39 GMT -5
*Will found himself staring at familiar walls. He frowned, turning to the door to run back downstairs. Only he found he couldn't grasp the doorknob, he passed right through it.*
"Oh, bullocks."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 7:58:22 GMT -5
*María ran upstairs, desperately searching the rooms for him. She relaxed when she found him.*
"Oh, there you are. I was so worried...."
*Then she noticed he was a ghost again and sighed.*
"Well, then we know that. If you try to leave the castle, you turn into a ghost again. I wonder why. I'm sorry, Will."
*She looked up at him, and her smile was back in her face.*
"But we have 5 more bottles...."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:01:17 GMT -5
*Will did his best to focus on the positive, but he was obviously upset.*
"Of course. And I appreciate all that you have done for me. I merely hoped..."
*He shook his head.*
"Perhaps I am not meant to escape so easily."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:04:34 GMT -5
*María looked sadly up at him. She was upset as well. She did not understand why someone wanted Will to stay a prisoner in her castle. She felt terribly sorry for him, and wished there was something she could have done to help him.*
"Why would someone try to capture you here? I am so sorry, Will. I can assure you I have never prayed for a prisoner in my castle."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:06:59 GMT -5
*Will tried to shrug it off.*
"But don't you consider yourself one at times? Perhaps..."
*He rubbed his temples.*
"I don't know." *He sighed, collapsing on the bed.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:09:59 GMT -5
*María smiled and sighed, sitting carefully down on the bed beside him. She tried to stroke his hair gently.*
"It is true I feel trapped here at times. So I understand. What was it you wanted to say?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:11:34 GMT -5
*Will was only vaguely aware of her touch, like a slight breeze as her hand passed through his head.*
"Nothing." *He shook his head in frustration.* "I don't know what to think anymore."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:13:58 GMT -5
*María looked sadly down at him.*
"I wish there was something I could do to help you.... Is there anything I can do for you?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:16:01 GMT -5
"Like what?" *Will answered bitterly. He held up his spectral hand to her for inspection.*
"I am nothing. A shell of what I once was and now I have no hope for ever leaving this place."
*Things were going downhill and Will was starting to crack under the pressure.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:21:56 GMT -5
*María looked back at him.*
"I am sorry for you being dead, Will. I have brought you some bottles to make it more bearable for you. I hope they will last longer the next time. But if not, we'll get you new ones. And about this place... When you can't leave, we will have to make the world come to you. Make this place a bit more like you want it."
*She looked over at him.*
"If you tell me a bit about your interests, I could fill this place with things you enjoy to do."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:24:43 GMT -5
*Will looked up at her, his eyes red.*
"You can't just...fix this!" *He snapped, clutching his head, his hair disheveled. Finally he calmed a bit, setting his jaw.*
"I...I'm sorry. I don't mean to belittle all you do to see me happy. But..." *His grip in his hair tightened.* "I think I should go mad here."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:31:47 GMT -5
*María looked mildly down at him. She was trying to calm him down, by speaking mildly.*
"Will, my ancestors have been warriors since the Roman time. We have faced war, peace, love, hatred, despair, anger, frustration, any tragedy that has been here in France. Sometimes it went our way, sometimes it didn't. But we always lived by the motto: Take what you have, no matter how little it is, and make the best out of it."
*She leaned back.*
"As I see it, you have two choices. You can, as you say, go mad. And I doubt it would help you much. Or you can do the best of what you've got. I can't tell you what to do, or live your life for you. I can only try to give you a small piece of advice, hoping that you will be capable of finding some comfort in my words."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:34:34 GMT -5
*He stared at her then, his mind not able to wrap around it.*
"That would be easy for you, no? To sit and tell me of the world that you are not part of?" *His eyes were wild and sad.*
"I am denied it, it was stolen from me and now I shall ne'er have it back again. But you...you choose to not be part of it. Why?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 13, 2008 8:42:08 GMT -5
*María sighed and looked at him.*
"Will, why are you reacting like this? I only try to help you. I am not your enemy."
*She turned her head to face the window, noticing the sun was still shining on the outside.*
"I am sorry for the world that was stolen from you. If I could, I would have helped you getting it back. But I can't. I am only a human, without any exceptional powers. As for the world I choose not to be a part of: You know how much Astaroth is tormenting me. How can I risk turning him loose on the innocents?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 13, 2008 8:45:11 GMT -5
*Will grunted in frustration.*
"I'm reacting like this because I'm stuck in this bloody castle and I don't know why. And I'm dead!"
*He shook his head, standing to pace.*
"Isn't that enough? Why should I not be angry? Not...feel? Would you have it then that I sit and make merry as if there was nothing wrong?"
*Why was she making this his fault?*
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