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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 12, 2008 17:10:55 GMT -5
He wasn't trying to manipulate her, not maliciously, but he could see he'd hit something. "Yeah," he said. "I don't know if they're ready for you here. But they will be. You just need to find the right audience."
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Post by Emilie Autumn on Nov 13, 2008 17:59:56 GMT -5
Emilie felt slightly self-conscious and exhausted, but also very distantly pleased, and more hopeful than she had in a while. "Yes," she said, without a trace of arrogance, "I have my own record company back...well, home. We tour in Europe, mostly."
She felt her eyes getting a bit teary and she wiped her face off with the back of her hand, getting charcoal on it, smearing black and a bit of moisture over her cheek. She was not sure why this made her become emotional, but it did. "Could you order the rooms?" she said, voice a bit strained, not even realizing she'd made the concession, as though she had been prepared to do it moments before. "I don't think I can handle talking to a stranger right now."
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 14, 2008 2:36:02 GMT -5
Mulder's eyes held more of the gentle smile than his lips did, but the effect was the same. "Sure," he said. "I'll be right back."
He went to the desk, where the short-haired woman was apparently doing double duty as clerk, and asked for two rooms. She didn't bat an eye. "I put them next to each other," she said. "I hope that's all right."
Mulder nodded and said it was and made a mental note to check out who was running this place before returning to Emilie and handing her a key.
"All set," he said. "Room 44. Do you want me to go first?"
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Post by Emilie Autumn on Nov 14, 2008 12:09:17 GMT -5
Emilie was relieved when Mulder came back quickly. She held the key in both hands and looked at it as though it were a great burden and she'd rather she had just any old key. She looked back up at him after he spoke, though. Her eyes seemed very wide and she seemed to grow increasingly tired as the clock ticked on.
"No, I'll go up with you," she said, clutching her violin case and standing up, looking sooty and spooked, but remaining very close to Mulder's side.
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 14, 2008 12:30:23 GMT -5
"Okay," he said quietly, and walked slowly at her side, not touching but not moving deliberately away from her. He knew it was just because she was tired, but he couldn't help feeling grateful that she trusted him. That someone still did.
Upstairs, he was amused again at the "coincidence" of having room 42, even though it was another thing to add to the oddity of this place. He stopped at Emilie's door.
"If you need anything, I'm a pretty light sleeper," he said. "Just knock. Good night, Emilie Autumn."
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Post by Emilie Autumn on Nov 14, 2008 13:29:10 GMT -5
Emilie unlocked the door somewhat nervously, and looked anxious as she first glanced into its dark confines, but Mulder's words were something of a comfort. She smiled up at him as she stepped in, waiting until she was behind the door to speak as though she needed to have some physical distance between them before she could open up in any way, but not as though she did not want to open up.
"I will. G'night, Sir Mulder." She was still smiling as she shut the door. Then she lit a gaslamp and antsed over to the bed to lie down. The mattress was hard to get comfortable on, and so she dragged the blankets and pillows onto the floor, made a little fort, and clambered in, curled up to half her size, and prepared for insomnia to overtake her.
Funny thing was, it didn't. Feeling more at ease than she had been in years, Emilie was soon sleeping like an infant.
(And now I have to plot Krycek. He can step out of another door as she closes hers, if you'd like. XD)
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 14, 2008 23:08:50 GMT -5
Mulder smiled broadly at her chivalrous "slip" and turned away to his own room. He hoped she'd be there in the morning. He hoped there was something he could do--and the headway he'd felt he'd made tonight would amount to something. He knew it was a distraction for him. From not finding Poe, from not finding a way back. But weren't the X-Files, to a large extent, a distraction? Even if useful?
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