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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 20:41:37 GMT -5
*Chuck grinned, despite himself, at her coldness. None of what he did in that room was intentional but it didn't look that way at all.*
"Well, whatever's upsetting you, I hope it gets resolved. After all, keeping grudges isn't entirely ladylike," *he said, again in that suave manner then walked out with a hand casually tucked into his pocket.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 20:43:54 GMT -5
*She returned to her paper, determined not to say anything. even if she'd clenched it hard enough that there were places wrinkled beyond comprehension. She picked up a book and moved to the sitting room, where she intended to spend the entirety of her morning... that is until it started raining. Then she realized she'd have to spend her day there. In the house. With him.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 20:56:26 GMT -5
*The day trudged by, the weather aiding the effect.*
*Both of them had run into each other several times. Not one of them were pleasant. By suppertime, he had had it up to his eyeballs with it all. The frustration he felt was towards himself and his inability to push his pride aside and talk. But as usual, he had rationalized everything inside his head and twisted everything so it would fit nicely into a picture that completely exonerated him and incriminated all those around him.*
*He was on his phone for most of the afternoon, trying to figure out what was going on in New York, glad to have found an excuse to distract himself. Then his valet called him down for supper. Putting on a calm and casual demeanor, he walked into the dinning room.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:01:29 GMT -5
*Adrienne was already seated when he walked in. She avoided his gaze, knowing this would be over faster if she could just ignore him.*
*Talking would have been the rational thing to do... but Adrienne wasn't exactly communicative when it came to emotions. The hurt she couldn't explain; the confusion over caring in the first place; the way she wanted to just hug him because clearly he'd had some kind of messed-up reason... all of these she tried to swallow down with her peas. And failed.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -5
*He had tried to just eat and ignore all the things running through his head but--*
"If you've got a problem with where I was the other night, I think you should just come out and say it," *he blurted out rather calmly, not even looking up from his plate.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:13:13 GMT -5
"It would be unladylike to comment on another's shortcomings." *She said calmly, taking a bite of chicken.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 21:17:34 GMT -5
"That would imply that you're a lady," *he sniped spitefully.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:18:42 GMT -5
*Dark eyes narrowed and her gaze snapped up to him.*
"I don't think you're in any position to be commenting on anybody's honor right now, do you?" *She said snidely.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 21:25:53 GMT -5
*Chuck threw down his fork and knife onto his plate.*
"Interestingly enough, you seem to be the only person in this house that has a moral problem with what I did. And all I've got to say is deal with it. That's Chuck Bass."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:28:16 GMT -5
*The sound of wood scraping against the marble floor sounded through the house as Adrienne stood, throwing the napkin that had been in her lap into the chair and storming off out of the room. She fled to the library and wished she'd gone outside so that at least she might have screamed some of her frustration off.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 21:36:10 GMT -5
*He clenched his jaw and didn't acknowledge her as she stormed out. But there was this strange bubbling up of emotions in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't ignore. Finishing dinner was out of the question.*
*The speed at which he rose nearly tipped his chair over; and with a brusque, almost angry, gait he marched after her. Both of them had barely gotten over the threshold of the library when he caught her by the wrist and roughly turned her around.*
"What the hell is wrong with you?" *he hissed in a low voice.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:38:17 GMT -5
*She attempted to wrench her wrist away, immediately angry.*
"Let go of me!" *She hissed, using her free hand to smack him across the face with a resounding crack. It wasn't a nice, tame smack... it was the kind that turned half your face red.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 21:45:25 GMT -5
*His head snapped to the left and it stayed there. When he turned back, it was clear that his temper had flared. And with Chuck, once sent over the edge, it was hard to bring him back.*
*Clenching is jaw, he grabbed her harshly by both arms and slammed her against a bookcase. A number of books tumbled out but he paid no attention.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 21:52:01 GMT -5
*She struggled against him, letting out an unintelligible cry in neither English nor French or any other recognizable language.*
"Laisses-moi, connard!" *She growled, the sound deeper in her throat than before.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 22:02:07 GMT -5
*His grip only became tighter as she struggled and he even took her off the bookcase and roughly pushed her into it again.*
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