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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 18:35:29 GMT -5
*It was early, just past dawn, and Carolina stood by the gates with a small bundle of clothes in her extra shawl under one arm, wearing a gray dress of thick material and heavy brown boots, her hair braided plainly down her back. She waited to catch the post, glancing back down the long drive at the imposing house sitting on the crest of a hill behind her.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 18:41:39 GMT -5
The ghost of Marc materialized nearby, though not so near as to startle her.
"You're leaving." He said softly.
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 18:45:26 GMT -5
*Carolina turned her head, seeing him with some surprise, but she nodded, dropping her gaze back to her boots.*
"Yes, sir. I think I must."
*She hesitated to explain further. After all, the players involved were principally his brother and his son--whose side could she possibly expect him to take?*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 18:48:11 GMT -5
He frowned, sensing that there was more to it than that, but not knowing what. His perception of events in the house weren't much clear beyond what he could see and hear.
"Oh. I can't persuade you?"
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 18:50:02 GMT -5
*Carolina swallowed.*
"...my...my reasons are...personal, sir. And I have no reason to stay."
Shit wouldn't it be awesome if Carolina sort of fell into a crush on Marc?
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 18:52:35 GMT -5
Omg, that would be kind of awesome
He was wringing his hands without realizing it.
"How will I talk to you?"
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 18:54:55 GMT -5
*Carolina tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.*
"...I...I suppose you won't. Or--can you not come along with me? No....you can't leave your family..."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 18:58:32 GMT -5
Realizing what he was doing, he stopped wringng his hands.
"I can't leave the house. I'm...bound to it, in some way I don't understand yet."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 19:04:16 GMT -5
"Ah." *Carolina nodded, shifting her bundle in her hands awkwardly.* "...what will you do?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 19:08:21 GMT -5
"Nothing. I'm only a shadow on the wall, to everyone else. Or a faded memory. No one sees me like you can."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 19:17:42 GMT -5
"Oh..."
*Carolina shuffled her feet.*
"Will you be alright?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 19:18:56 GMT -5
"I suppose."
He gave her a smile that was a bit forced.
"I don't think I'll fade away completely or anything like that."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 19:20:12 GMT -5
"But...you'll really be nothing...no one will see you..." *she said slowly.* "Is that right?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 19:24:06 GMT -5
"Yes. Marianne can see me, but...she thinks I'm still alive, or that I remember things she made up. I don't want to make her worse."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 19:29:19 GMT -5
"Oh. Yes." *She'd nearly forgotten about his poor wife--she didn't see much of Madame.* "I...I don't suppose...I mean...I could...I could stay, only..."
*She swallowed.*
"I have no friends here, sir. I don't think I can ever be happy in this house...and I may risk all I hold dear by staying."
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