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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 17:23:55 GMT -5
*Carolina turned her head slightly, though her back was to Olivier. Biting her lower lip, she dug her hands deeper into the bread dough she was kneading.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 31, 2008 17:28:14 GMT -5
*The cook finally jerked her head in Carolina's direction. Olivier paused. He hadn't spoken to her since... well. He moved in that direction and touched her shoulder.*
"Mademoiselle?"
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 17:40:27 GMT -5
*Carolina flinched, stepping away from his hand. She shook her head.*
"I..." *her voice shook.* "Forgive me, sir. I only just heard of Georgette," *she lied easily, her voice soft with the tears that had threatened constantly in the past hour.* "Please excuse me--"
*Leaving the bowl and the ball of dough, she fled the kitchen, wiping her hands on her rough apron as she ran, out the back door and towards the stables, desperate for a place to hide. For all Olivier was gentler than Laurent was to her, he clearly thought of her in similar terms...kissing her as he had when he believed her to be helpless...when he thought she would not know or remember...he was subtle, yes...but his intentions were clearly the same.
She crawled into the loft and collapsed against the hay, letting out an exhausted sob that had been pent up within her all evening, as well as all the sobs that followed.
She had never felt so alone.*
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Post by Derek on Dec 31, 2008 17:45:30 GMT -5
**OLIVIER**
*It wasn't hard for him to follow her. He climbed up after she did, giving her a few moments. He knelt down in the hay, a sizable distance from her out of awkwardness but also respect for the fact that she clearly wanted to be alone. Nonetheless, what he was going to say had to be said, even if Laurent should have been the one saying it.*
"I just wanted to apologize." *He said softly.* "If not on Laurent's behalf, on behalf of the family."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 17:56:26 GMT -5
"Go to hell," *she spat, glaring at him.* "Fire me, turn me out on the streets to starve, I don't care anymore what may fall to me for my insolence but I will die in the gutter before I come willingly to ruin by the hands of you or your uncle."
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Post by Olivier on Dec 31, 2008 18:03:26 GMT -5
*It stung, that she would judge him on the same standards as she did Laurent. He recoiled, stood, and moved back to the ladder.* "I'll leave, as clearly I am not wanted here. But... please. Don't assume because Laurent hasn't a heart or scruples, nobody does." *He began his descent down the ladder, but paused.* "Remember that Laurent doesn't care whether you fall to ruin willingly. He'll do what he wants, regardless. I don't know what you said to stop him tonight... but don't expect him to again." *And then he left. If he couldn't protect her himself... he'd at least warn her. *
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 18:28:26 GMT -5
*Carolina hugged her knees, leaning against the sloping roof as tears continued to slide down her cheeks. It ached--that he didn't understand. Somehow she had thought that perhaps he might...even if he had treated her with even less consideration than Laurent. At least Laurent was upfront about it.*
"...innocent as doves...cunning as serpents..." *she whispered.
She had to get away. She knew that, now. Olivier didn't plan to take a stand against his uncle...of course he didn't. Why should he make an exception for her? He hadn't protected Georgette or any of the other girls. He might only insist upon having her for himself before passing her over to Laurent.*
"I'll be damned if I'll wait around for it..."
*She stood, brushing herself off and climbing down the ladder to return to the kitchens. She would ask the cook for a reference--she would understand...she would do all she could to help her get away. It was simple. All she had to do was leave the only home she could remember.
If a knot of pain twisted in her stomach, she hid it well.*
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 18:22:30 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Carolina skipped into the kitchens, glancing around to make certain no one else was about.*
"...Marc?" *she said in a loud whisper.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 21:37:48 GMT -5
Marc materialized immediately, as though he'd been waiting nearby listening for her.
"Here."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 22:51:22 GMT -5
"We can go...today. Right now. Do--do you need to get anything ready? Or...um...say goodbye...in your way?"
*Her smile faltered a bit, uncertain of how this was to work, for him, or how he truly felt.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 22:58:31 GMT -5
He smiled softly.
"No, I can leave right now. I've already said all the goodbyes that I can."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 23:02:39 GMT -5
*Carolina broke into a grin, almost buzzing with excitement.*
"Come on, then!" *She tried to take his hand, chuckled apologetically when her hand brushed through his, biting her lip as she smiled and nodded to the door.* "We'll take the road south."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 23:06:09 GMT -5
He nodded, wishing he could take her hand but having to settle for walking out beside her. It was almost frightening--he'd been stuck in this house for almost 20 years, and now he actually had a reason to try and leave.
He started toward the door.
"South sounds good. No one should see anything odd out there."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 23:09:46 GMT -5
"It's a lonely road, for the beginning, of what I've seen. A lot of woods. We'll be walking for a while."
*Carolina followed Marc outside and they walked across the estate to the walls, broken by a gate, where she slipped through to the road.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 23:22:23 GMT -5
Though he could easily just walk righ through the gate, Marc still ducked between the bars, just in case a stray eye happened to glance out a window and see. No need to cause undue alarm.
He felt a slight tingle, walking out, though what it could mean he didn't know. Perhaps...that he was reaching the boundaries.
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