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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 13:19:09 GMT -5
*She turned and smiled a little bit, her own candle illuminating her face now that her hair was pulled out of the way.*
"A simple good night then? I mean I was considering 'sweet dreams', but it seemed a little bit silly." *Her voice held a little bit of dryness but was overall pleasant.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 13:28:19 GMT -5
*A genuine grin spread across his face.*
"Good night, Adrienne," *he said, his voice strangely soft.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 13:36:17 GMT -5
"Bonne nuit, Charles." *His name, accented in French, sounded almost like a different one. It was almost teasing, but in her language and her voice, it sounded like a purr.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 14:07:57 GMT -5
*With the grin still on his face, he turned and returned to his room. It wasn't until he blew out the candle that he realized how out of place he felt. He couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to live like this--normally-- for the rest of his life. Frankly, it scared him.*
*Vehemently pushing the thoughts away, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 14:14:23 GMT -5
*But Adrienne couldn't sleep. No matter how she twisted and turned and curled under the quilt, she was freezing cold. So eventually she stood and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders, lit a candle and went into the main room to try to start up a fire. She tried to be as quiet as possible (all she wanted was some tea) but was generally failing, between dropped logs and hisses of pain when she burned herself on kindling and muttered curses in various languages.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 14:29:26 GMT -5
*His sleep wasn't deep and it didn't take much to wake him. When he heard the ruckus, he was sure they were getting robbed.*
*Chuck slowly got out of bed, wondering why there wasn't a weapon nearby, and warily opened the door. There was an orange glow and a shadow moving around. It wasn't until he had taken a few steps towards it that he saw her.*
"What are you doing?" *he asked, slightly annoyed that his heart was thumping away inside his chest.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 14:30:32 GMT -5
*Turning with a small gasp, she relaxed when she saw it was him. Even if her insides did the funny twisting thing again.*
"Just... making tea. Can't sleep. It's too cold."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 14:35:30 GMT -5
"You're lucky I didn't have a baseball bat in that room," *he said, quite serious.*
*Trying to calm himself, he went into the kitchen and brought out two cups and tea bags.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 14:36:47 GMT -5
*She sat herself down on the hearth, not caring that she should have been in a chair. The water hadn't boiled yet and her hands were still numb.*
"Baseball?" *She asked innocently.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -5
*Had it not been invented yet? It was such a pain trying to remember.*
"It's an American thing. Involves hitting a ball with a wooden bat and running," *he said, handing her the objects.* "Honestly, it bores me."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 14:41:35 GMT -5
*She laughed.* "It doesn't sound too terribly interesting. Like Polo without the horses."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5
*He sat down next to her.*
"And without the social elite. See why it's boring?" *he joked.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 15:14:02 GMT -5
"And say whatever else I may, I can't say the social elite are boring." *She said dryly. The water began to make that hissing noise it does before it reaches boiling point; it wouldn't be long before the tea was ready.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 15:26:57 GMT -5
*Chuck laughed quietly.*
"With the way they are back home, I'd have to agree."
*He looked at the fire then back at her.*
"But no matter, you'd rather be out there, sans corset and free. Am I right?"
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 15:30:46 GMT -5
*She blushed.*
"Something like that. The idea of being exactly what people expect me to is... repulsive, to me."
*Her eyes met his as she looked up.*
"But you aren't exactly a fan of being normal either, are you?"
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