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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 23:35:41 GMT -5
*Carolina began walking south, in no real hurry aside from a general desire to see a place to stay come nightfall. Perhaps a cart would come along that would offer a ride to the next village.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 23:39:42 GMT -5
The further they moved away, the more the odd sensation faded, until it was gone entirely. He still wasn't sure what it was, but whatever it was, it hadn't prevented him from leaving. And that was all that mattered.
"I'll have to make myself scarce, when we reach the nearby village. It wouldn't do to disturb anyone."
He said with a small amount of amusement, as he could almost see the kind of commotion a ghost would cause.
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 23:44:23 GMT -5
"Can they see you?" *She wondered.* "Or would it just seem as if I were talking to myself?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 23:46:52 GMT -5
"I don't know, but...I wouldn't want to risk it."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 3, 2009 23:51:40 GMT -5
"Maybe I'm already crazy," *she said with a small smile.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 3, 2009 23:57:03 GMT -5
He smiled back.
"I may be, too."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 4, 2009 0:04:38 GMT -5
"I don't know if that signifies much," *she said.* "Most people can't see you be crazy."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 4, 2009 0:13:52 GMT -5
"Unless I move their furniture around..."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 4, 2009 0:29:54 GMT -5
*Carolina laughed.*
"That might be fun to watch..."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 4, 2009 0:46:07 GMT -5
He grinned.
"And the knicknacks, off the mantle...open and close doors..."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 4, 2009 0:55:36 GMT -5
*Carolina grinned.*
"...sneak me a croissant, if you see one."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 4, 2009 10:44:25 GMT -5
"Absolutely."
They were now far enough away that if he had any connection to the house left, it would have stopped him by now. But nothing had happened.
"I think, whatever was keeping me in the house, has let me go."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 4, 2009 12:38:52 GMT -5
*Carolina shivered.*
"...I never saw anything else...nothing like...like a jailer..."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Mar 4, 2009 13:29:57 GMT -5
He reached out to hold her hand, but of course, it was a futile gesture.
"Well, in any case, we're well on our way."
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Post by Carolina on Mar 4, 2009 13:34:32 GMT -5
*Carolina's grin widened.*
"Yes...for the first time in my life, I feel a kind of freedom. I belong to nobody but myself. ...well, and you."
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