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Post by Marc Desmarais on Nov 28, 2008 13:54:35 GMT -5
Marc wandered down the hall, a shadow among shadows, near-impossible to see. He'd been moving about the house for...a long time, it seemed. He wasn't sure. Time had lost all meaning or direction, and every day seemed exactly the same. He wasn't sure why he was wandering about so much, but something told him that he couldn't leave yet. He was not done here.
He remembered...some of who he'd once been. His life had been good, yes. He was...married.
Her. Hers was the only face he could clearly recall. Marianne...where was Marianne?
The ghost of the once master of the house moved silently along, looking for a wife that had long ago lost her mind.
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Post by Carolina on Nov 29, 2008 12:07:44 GMT -5
*Carolina paused in the empty hallway, resting a moment as she carried a heavy coal hod. Blackened fingers stole to the collar of her dress, drawing out a chain and pendant that usually remained hidden beneath. A smear of black marred it as her thumb stroked the crest briefly before she put it away and hurried on along the hall about her work, sadly wondering if she would ever learn what the necklace meant, or who had given it to her.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 8, 2008 22:13:59 GMT -5
*And Marianne, gently mad, airy, detached Marianne, was wandering the halls again, searching for something that could never be found. Or could it?*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 8, 2008 22:17:21 GMT -5
Both women registered after a while. It had been a while since he'd "seen" people.
But one in particular...
"Marianne?" He called softly.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 8, 2008 22:18:54 GMT -5
*Her head snapped to the direction that the voice came from. She could see nothing there, but there had been a voice... she reached out her hands as if blind.*
"Marc?" *The voice was unmistakable.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 8, 2008 22:34:17 GMT -5
He reached out to touch her hand, though his own went right through it. But for a brief moment, however, it almost felt as though they'd touched.
"It's me."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 15:58:56 GMT -5
*Her breath hitched as she felt something. Perhaps it was just a draft, but that voice... she reached her hands further, feeling for whatever it had been again.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 16:15:22 GMT -5
He tried again, unsuccessfully, to touch her hands, but something was stopping him. It was frustrating, really. Why couldn't he touch Marianne?
With an intense amount of concentration, he managed to touch her hand before falling through her.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 16:16:43 GMT -5
*She gasped. She'd really felt it that time.*
"Why can't I see you?" *She asked, her voice small.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 16:37:47 GMT -5
She couldn't see him?
"I don't know..."
Something hovered on the edge of his awareness, a revelation that would explain everything, if only it would make itself known. But he wasn't to know, not yet, of his situation.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 11:22:47 GMT -5
*She shut her eyes for a moment and reached out her hands again. For just a moment it felt as if she'd laid her hand against his chest, but then.... nothing. Just a very cold spot where he would have been. Slowly, as if afraid of what she'd find, she opened her eyes back up and gasped.*
*Now she could see him.*
*Something at the back of her own mind tried to claw its way to the front. Something she'd forgotten; something that had happened to him, to their daughter, to Olivier...*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 11:30:06 GMT -5
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Marianne? You can see me?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 11:45:01 GMT -5
*She nodded, her own eyes becoming glossy with tears.*
"Oui. Je te vois." *Her voice broke.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 12:04:53 GMT -5
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've been trying to get you to see me for a while now. I was afraid you never would."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 12:14:21 GMT -5
"... but I just saw you yesterday."
*And in her mind, she had. She'd seen Amelie, as well.*
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