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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:24:54 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:24:54 GMT -5
“Was it horrible? For those who couldn’t come back, I mean. Were they unhappy?”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:26:54 GMT -5
"It was sort of... limbo. Not the good place, not the bad. So they were all... apathetic. Wishing they could go back, as all do, but not suffering."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:31:56 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:31:56 GMT -5
“You never met a Jack Fisher, did you? Or a Henrika van den Meer?”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:33:44 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:33:44 GMT -5
"Not that I know of. I was an oddity... nobody paid me much attention except Alexei. I wasn't quite dead, like them, but I wasn't alive either."
*He decided she smelled good. Not flowery, or perfume-ey, but clean and... good.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:37:25 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:37:25 GMT -5
*Iris’ head was spinning. This was a little too much information for one evening. Suddenly, she became conscious of the fact that she was still sitting on Nicolas’ lap. She wiggled out of his arms and stood in front of him.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:39:17 GMT -5
*He reached out on impulse to at least take her hand, but then, unsure why he'd done it, all he could do was to look at the hand that held her smaller one in it.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:41:18 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:41:18 GMT -5
*Iris squeezed his hand gently before letting out a sigh.*
“A fine pair we make.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:46:04 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:46:04 GMT -5
"We should talk about something cheerful. Like..."
*He looked around and suddenly grinned ridiculously when he spied what was happening out the window. It was dark, now, and dinner would be soon, but it wasn't the dark that pleased him.*
*It was snowing. A sprinkling of powder already covered the ground, and it appeared to be coming down hard. By midnight, the place would be blanketed.*
"Like snow."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:48:40 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:48:40 GMT -5
*Iris ran to the window when she saw the flutter of flakes. Almost pressing her nose to the window, she examined the outside world with delight.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:50:07 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:50:07 GMT -5
*He did the same, right next to her, without the nose-pressing.*
"You realize after dinner we have to go out there?"
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:51:43 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:51:43 GMT -5
“I afraid I won’t be able to come back in if I leave.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:53:01 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:53:01 GMT -5
"Oh after a few hours I'm sure the cold will convince you to come inside for cocoa."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:58:01 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 20:58:01 GMT -5
“Nicolas, you wouldn’t happen to have a sled, would you?”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 20:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 20:58:44 GMT -5
"Indeed we do! What kind of house do you think this is?" *He said incredulously.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 21:02:36 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 21:02:36 GMT -5
“One that is filled with delightful people, and beautiful rooms, and hosts with unbelievable pasts.”
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