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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 20:18:27 GMT -5
*After climbing up a narrow ladder ahead of Chuck, Adrienne went to the window to open the shutters and let some light in. Dust floated through the air, visible even in the soft, diffused light that came in from the overcast day. Adrienne sneezed and turned.*
"We should probably find a blanket."
*The room was full of boxes and trunks and all sorts of odds and ends... it appeared anything not considered worth putting in the safe in Paris had been stuck up here... there was even a suit of armor in the back. These items had been pushed to the side to make a clearing about large enough for two people to sit down with food between them.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 20:23:10 GMT -5
*Chuck went right for the suit of armor.*
"You've got to be kidding," *he said as he played with the visor.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 20:27:00 GMT -5
*She shook her head, grinning.*
"Entirely serious. Distant grandfather Comte Jehan d'Enjolras challenged a young Henry VIII on the jousting field in that suit."
*She pilfered through the nearest trunks, looking for a blanket among the postcards, letters, photographs, and various articles of clothing that she would examine later. She held a tartan one up in triumph and spread it on the ground, coughing as it shook up dust.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 20:32:41 GMT -5
*He grimaced as he waved the dust out of his face.*
"This place could really use some house keeping," *he said, hitching his pants before sitting down.* "Are you sure we can eat in here without having an asthmatic attack?"
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 20:35:24 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"The dust will settle soon enough." *With that they heard Coralie at the bottom of the ladder. Adrienne leaned down and handed the two bowls and forks up to Chuck as Coralie handed them to her.*
"Merci!" *She called, as Coralie moved away. She pulled herself up and grabbed her fork, inhaling and smiling.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 20:49:51 GMT -5
*Chuck watched her with a smile before eating.*
"We should go through a few of these," *he said, angling his head towards the boxes.* "Never know you're going to find: explicit love letters, whips..."
*He smirked before eating another spoonful.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 20:51:43 GMT -5
*She choked on a piece of potato for a moment, before swallowing and rolling her eyes.* "Well there was great-great uncle Stefan, but we don't talk about him. Love letters there should be plenty of; my ancestors have a penchant for being scandalous."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 20:58:41 GMT -5
"Apparently it's hereditary," *he snarked.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 21:00:00 GMT -5
*She narrowed her eyes and hit him with a packet of letters she had found on the floor.*
"You, sir, are terribly rude." *She scolded, but couldn't keep back a smile.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 21:06:48 GMT -5
*Chuck almost spilled the stew when she hit him.*
"And you almost ruined my two-hundred dollar shirt," *he said with mock concern. Like he cared. He could always just take it off.*
"And don't act like you're not," *he teased.* "I've got the scars on my back to prove it."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 21:13:47 GMT -5
"Well if we're going by family history I'm going to end up a young widow with a string of lovers, living in a flat in Montmartre and drinking Absinthe. Perhaps not the best future to plan for."
*She leaned over and rifled through a box of photos until she found one, about forty years old, and held it out.* "Great-Aunt Marianne." *The woman was dark-haired and beautiful, fixing the camera with a bold bewitching stare.* "One of said lovers happened to be an early photographer."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -5
*He leaned over and looked at the grainy black and white photo.*
"Interesting," *he said with a nod.* "Although, no matter how much you look like her, I think you have too much self-respect to end up at Montmartre."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 21:22:42 GMT -5
"After all, Absinthe is just as available in a townhouse as it is in a squalid flat." *She concurred dryly, as she put down her fork. She stood and began going through some of the other boxes, looking for anything interesting.* "Feel free to poke through anything you like; we used to spend hours up here looking for letters and old postcards."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 25, 2009 21:31:02 GMT -5
*Without looking, he reaching into a random box and pulled out a stack of letters. He picked one and read it out loud.*
"Dear Anette... I'm here in blah blah..." *he translated as he read, skipping the boring stuff.* "But all I can think of are your..."
*An eyebrow ticked upward.*
"Is that what I think it is?" *he asked, pointing to a word on the aged paper.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 25, 2009 21:33:06 GMT -5
*She recoiled, cringing.*
"Agh, my God, I think it is." *She looked to the bottom of the page.* "See? I told you my ancestors are ridiculous. Leading a revolution practically seems normal."
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